Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 220 We all have a bright future

Just as Batman subdued Mudface and Solomon, the Mad Hatter arrived on the theater stage.

Logically speaking, having a baby face and jumping around is actually kind of cute, since it looks like a child.

But the Mad Hatter was a little different; he was hideous.

The height-enhancing drugs he took back then not only ruined his spirit but also his appearance, making him extremely distorted and ugly. Therefore, when he walked in with that face, displaying a gloomy and fierce expression, Ma Zhaodi's spirits were lifted, and his previously calmed emotions surged up again instantly.

The thought that popped into his head subconsciously came to mind: Where did this squash zombie come from?
But at this moment, the microchip worked again, suppressing Ma Zhaodi's second emotional outburst.

"Is this the freakish cyclist?" The Mad Hatter trotted over to Ma Zhaodi's side, scrutinizing him like a product on a shelf. He waved his hand, and someone brought over a small stool, then lifted him onto it.

The Mad Hatter could barely reach Ma Zhaodi's height by standing on a stool. He reached out and pinched Ma Zhaodi's ears, pried open his mouth, and examined his teeth, pupils, face shape, and neck. After a moment, he shook his head regretfully.

“No,” he said disappointedly, “he can’t act at all, there are no suitable roles for him on my stage.”

At this point, he seemed to become angry again. He kicked Ma Zhaodi hard in the chest, sending him staggering back two steps. He himself fell to the ground, and if two Falcone family gunmen hadn't caught him in mid-air, he would have crashed to the ground.

"This guy's useless! Kill him!"

The Mad Hatter seemed enraged; he drew his gun and pressed it directly against Ma Zhaodi's forehead. A profound sense of danger surged within Ma Zhaodi, a feeling that sent chills down his spine and instantly snapped him back to reality.

"Oh, it's not a squash zombie, it's the Mad Hatter."

He did not resist at all, but continued to pretend to be dazed and confused, and then returned to a controlled state under the influence of the chip.

The Mad Hatter didn't fire. He stared at Ma Zhaodi for a few moments and, finding that he seemed to be under control, put down his gun with peace of mind.

"Never mind, my Ding Dang brother has been captured by Batman." He muttered, "I also happen to need a capable bodyguard, and this guy is barely qualified—hey you, bring him his black robe."

"Boss, why did you put that robe back on him?"

"Idiot, don't you hate those useless guys who can't play any role on stage? Since he's good for nothing, let him go back to playing his weird biker role—at least he's more pleasing to the eye than a pot-bellied middle-aged man."

So the two men in black put the black robe and mask back on Ma Zhaodi.

The instant the hood was pulled over his head, Ma Zhaodi's cleverness once again took over, and his unfocused eyes became clear and foolish again.

We've been waiting for you to pull the hood back up.

Of course, it's fine if he doesn't use the trap, since he can't possibly die anyway—before entering, Ma Zhaodi had already activated the "I didn't kill anyone" skill once, meaning that all attacks within a 20-meter radius of himself would be unable to kill anyone—this is one of his safety guarantees.

As for the second safety guarantee, it is the skill [Feign Death] that has already been used on the Death Shooter once.

【Feign Death Note: Literally, it means that you can continue to fake death. If you suffer fatal damage within ten seconds of the skill being triggered, you can survive for ten seconds, but you cannot move during these ten seconds.

Note 2: Guo Haihuang gave it a thumbs up.

When faced with a life-threatening situation, Ma Zhaodi's basic mental resistance comes into play, helping him break free from lower-level control effects. This means that the Feign Death skill can also serve as a control-breaking ability at this time.

Of course, Ma Zhaodi had two more tricks up his sleeve, but if possible, he didn't want to use them. If the Mad Hatter had cooperated a little and simply put the black robe on him, things would have been much simpler.

Fortunately, the other party was indeed very cooperative.

"Alright, that's about it." The Mad Hatter shrugged. "Tell the Joker I've helped him recruit a supervillain as his henchman—well, that's a really easy job."

"What? The Mad Hatter recruited the Psycho Bikeman?"

As the clown listened to the report on the communicator, the corners of his mouth drooped even further.

"That idiot. Why didn't he tell me before doing this? Without him, I would have had to find someone else to provide information about the Riddler—the freak biker is far more valuable to the Riddler than he is to come and be a henchman. Or rather, his value comes from the Riddler."

"Only dogs that might betray you deserve a bone; dogs that have already betrayed you are worthless."

"Oh well, whatever. Since the Mad Hatter has already taken him in, let him do whatever he wants—cannon fodder, assassin, bodyguard, whatever. He's useless now anyway."

The following day's Gotham Daily detailed the events of the previous night, including the capture of Solomon Grundy and Clayface by Batman, and the news that the psychopathic Bikeman had been controlled by the Mad Hatter and joined the Joker's ranks. Almost everyone believed that Batman had won big, the Joker had won slightly, and the Riddler was the only loser.

However, in reality, the feelings of the three parties were completely different from those of all the citizens of Gotham.

Batman aside, he once again captured two key enemy fighters and brought them back to Arkham, and planted an undercover agent under the Joker's command. Although he lost a Batplane, this loss was practically negligible to him.

win!
As for the Joker, he still had a sullen smile. Although no one knew he had lost a high-ranking inside man, he had gained a valuable asset at this critical juncture. Currently, the supervillains' forces were five against three on paper—five of them and three against the Riddler—giving them a clear advantage.

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As for the final Riddler, after receiving the news that "Mazddy has been captured by the Mad Hatter," he opened champagne last night and held a celebration party. All the supervillains saw their usually stern boss dance a flamenco while holding a bottle of champagne.

Oh, no, we can't call him "boss" anymore. After being "baptized" by Ma Zhaodi, the Riddler has developed PTSD with that term and demands that everyone else call him Nigma or the Riddler.

Others expressed understanding for both incidents, and in fact, some even joined Nigma in his dancing.

There wasn't any particular reason; they simply wanted to celebrate the departure of Thor, the professional teammate-seller, which greatly increased their sense of security.

win!
Finally, for the citizens of Gotham, the victory of Batman and the Kite Man meant that the possibility of Gotham returning to order had increased once again.

win!
It was undoubtedly a win-win-win situation for all four of them. That night, everyone in Gotham City had a bright future.

(End of this chapter)