Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 22 Is it wrong to help others in Gotham?

The man wasn't the only one surprised.

Residents of the East Side slums rarely get a good night's sleep in the true sense. Generally speaking, they can hear gunshots every night. If there is a gunfight on a certain day, the crackling sound may continue for half the night.

People often tighten their grip on their guns when gunfire sounds, carefully watching their doorways and windows, and may never dare to go out at night again. But everyone also knows that it is always safer to stay home as long as you mind your own business.

So they have actually reconciled themselves to the sounds of gunfire at night in the East District, and some older residents have even gotten used to falling asleep to the sounds, even though everyone knows that the victims could be gang members, drug dealers, prostitutes, or even their neighbors or ordinary passersby.

But no matter who the victim is, no one will want to interfere, because people who survive in the East District have to worry about their own lives, and their lives have never had much room for error.

Besides, there is Batman or Catwoman. Maybe some guy in a tights will come to save them. There is no need for an ordinary person like me to take the lead, right?
Until today, a strange old lady's roar appeared in Gotham at night.

"You bastard! Where are you?"

"Boom!"

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice in astonishment. Even in Gotham's East Side, people couldn't understand this behavior. Because in the past few years, facts have proven one thing to everyone: ordinary people who try to be heroes in Gotham will not have a good ending.

The only exceptions are those who wear tights and walk outside the law. They are like those dangerous super criminals who regard the city as their own territory.

They are extremely powerful, they never show their faces, they do whatever they want, and they never have to struggle for a living like normal people. A large part of the reason why Gotham people dislike them is due to the unknown, fear and jealousy.

But in fact, these heroes generally don’t have families, and if they do, they won’t stay with them for long. Most people in Gotham don’t know this.

But no matter what, there is definitely no neurotic and irritable middle-aged black woman who speaks foul language among this group of people.

And he was holding a shotgun.

The man, with blood rushing to his head, pulled up his pants in a panic. He was extremely angry and picked up a gun to teach the fat woman who ruined his plan a lesson.

"Boom!"

The loud bang of a shotgun blast sounded like thunder, suddenly scaring the blood off his head. Only then did he realize that he was only holding a small pistol in his hand.

Want to teach that crazy woman a lesson? She's fighting a pistol against a shotgun just for a breath of air?

"Boom!"

The bullet hit the wall of the dark alley, causing gravel to fly. One of the gravel fell on his face, making him more awake.

"Fuck you, don't let me run into you again!"

After saying a few harsh words, the man shot wildly into the darkness in panic, then fled while yelling and cursing.

Ma Zhaodi hid in the corner, watching the bullets hit the wall on one side, and couldn't help but be glad that he was timid enough.

He didn't show up, but turned around and went upstairs. As for the woman, he couldn't help her anyway, so he let her go home early.

Saving a life only cost ten dollars of assets to buy a one-time voice-changing device. It’s not too much of a loss, but it’s pure fantasy to say that you made a profit.

Alas, I am still afraid of leaving traces or impressions on others, otherwise I can at least show my face and ask women for some compensation.

He carefully considered the matter and decided not to retrieve the pistol bullet in the wall. After all, no one was killed this time, so the Gotham Police Department wouldn't be attracted, and there was no need to worry about the ballistics analysis marking his gun. No, this gun was taken from Clinton, so if there was any record, it would be on his head.

The only uncertainty in this rescue plan was whether his bullet could hit the wall. Anyway, Ma Zhaodi was aiming at the wall, and if it happened to hit someone, there would be nothing he could do.

On the other side, the man had already run out of the block.

"F*ck, where did this crazy bitch come from!" He couldn't help cursing as he ran, "I must find out who this bitch is. Damn it, that bitch must die!"

At this moment, a slender black shadow leaped between the buildings as nimbly as a cat and followed behind him.

Among the many impressions of Gothamites, one thing is true: superheroes do carve out territories just like criminals. They will fight criminals they see in their area, but they won't kill them. In other words, they will use any violent means short of killing to achieve their goal of fighting criminals.

The East District is where Catwoman usually operates.

"Why did you go?"

Ma Zhaodi tiptoed back to the room. Drake had indeed been awakened by this time. He was observing the situation by the window with a gun in his hand. When he saw him push the door open, he looked a little surprised.

He locked the door behind him, then sat back on the sofa and replied, "Watch the excitement, there's a gunfight downstairs."

"Hasn't Old Jack seen enough that time?"

"That wasn't your problem then?"

Lady Camilla interrupted the two men's argument: "Gentlemen, it is now three fifteen in the middle of the night. If there were not two lunatics fighting a gun nearby, we would have fallen asleep long ago. Now that the lunatics are gone, please go back to bed."

Ma Zhaodi spread her hands and fell directly on the sofa. Drake looked at his wife's eyes that seemed to want to knife someone, put away the desire to argue, and obediently went into the room.

"Di, remember, try not to join in the fun at night in Gotham."

Lady Camilla explained carefully to Ma Zhaodi, and after making sure that he heard clearly, she turned around and went back to the bedroom.

Ma Zhaodi agreed with her. Before he bought the skill of pistol shooting, even his daily life was not safe enough, let alone the ability to save people.

The most important thing now was to have enough skills to survive in Gotham. So he finished watching the show and went back to driving training.

The moon rises and sets, and the stars move.

The next day, eight o'clock in the morning.

Ma Zhaodi woke up from the simulated driving training and saw the bright sky. He stretched and walked into the kitchen and began to hum a little tune while making breakfast. Outside the window was the alley where women were crying and sobbing, and men were shouting and shooting last night.

The morning smoke drifted out of the window, mingling with the smoke from other homes. The scent of everyday life made the sunrise seem hazy and beautiful. It was as if the moment the sun appeared, it washed away all sin and filth, turning last night's events into a dream.

But in fact, someone's mood was really shining this morning.

"Bad morning, Gotham."

(End of this chapter)