Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 23 Haha, I got robbed again

Ma Zhaodi thought he had gotten used to life in Gotham.

He had been working in Gotham for a whole week and had seen gunfights, criminals, gangs, a superhero, a future super criminal, many poor people at the bottom of society and wealthy upper-class people. He even got used to falling asleep every day staring at the Hanged Man on the gargoyle.

Please, the way they pose really looks like a hypnotist hypnotizing someone.

To be honest, apart from some of the perverted customers this face usually attracted, he almost felt that he had adapted to this city, or at least had adapted to the madness here a little.

He was wrong.

He got off work as usual that day and walked across the alley with his wheelchair, but before he could go upstairs, a man's voice suddenly came to his ears.

"Hey bro, give me your wheelchair."

"?"

Ma Zhaodi, who was just about to go home, had a moment of mental pause for a few seconds.

It's not that he hasn't seen robbers before. Robbers are very common in the East District. It's just that there are more people robbing things, so the process and purpose are mostly the same. But this person's robbery ideas seem to be unique.

"Um. Let me confirm this." Ma Zhaodi cautiously pointed to the wheelchair in his hand: "You want to take my wheelchair?"

The robber, holding a gun, grinned smugly. "Yeah, that's right! Give it to me! I know you! It's spread all over the East District and Audisburg. Every night there's a damn will-o'-the-wisp man speeding on the road! I know how you run so fast every day. I know it's a treasure!"

Ma Zhaodi was a little confused: "Excuse me, you can run just as fast if you steal a car, why are you so obsessed with my wheelchair?"

The smart guy was stunned for a few seconds, and the expression on his face changed from ferocious to thoughtful, and then from thoughtful to confused.

Extremely fun.

"A-Anyway!" he stammered. "Give me your wheelchair!"

"From my personal perspective, this wheelchair may be dangerous for ordinary people."

"boom!"

"I said! Give it to me, damn it!"

Ma Zhaodi looked at the wall beside him with a twitching mouth. The bullet passed by his shoulder, leaving a bullet hole in the wall, only a few inches away from his head.

This was the tenth shooting scene he had encountered in Gotham this week.

Honestly, it's like sensitivity training: you're genuinely nervous, but after so many times, you really become a bit numb. Ma Zhaodi went from being completely dumbstruck, to being terrified, to now feigning composure. He's developed a certain resistance.

"Here you go, go ahead." Under the gunpoint, he decisively stopped talking nonsense to avoid being shot in the head by the impatient opponent.

It's not that he has become a coward. After all, every time before, he didn't face the gun directly, but hid in the corner or in the dark. A head-on conflict like now, facing the loaded gun face to face, the danger is definitely much greater than before.

"And the money and clothes you have on you, give them all to me!"

"I can give you the money, but can you at least keep the clothes for me?"

"Stop the bullshit! Take it off!"

You are going too far!
Ma Zhaodi was immediately filled with anger, and then he quickly took off his coat, leaving only a shirt and a pair of trousers. Finally, he took out his driver's license from his coat and pulled out the SIM card from his mobile phone.

"Alright, alright, I only have two pieces of clothing left on me, take my money and get out of here."

"Take your gun too"

"Bang" The sudden sound of gunfire interrupted the robbery. A tall and strong man walked up to the two men with a gun in hand and spat on the ground.

"That's my gun, damn it."

The robber covered his hand and groaned in pain. The bullet fired by the strong man directly shattered the gun in his hand and also opened a bloody hole in his palm.

"roll!"

Seeing the fierce look in the burly man's eyes, the robber immediately lost the idea of resisting. He awkwardly picked up his coat and quickly sat on the wheelchair. He didn't dare to reach out for Ma Zhaodi's wallet and mobile phone. Instead, he hurriedly pressed the buttons on the wheelchair and quickly disappeared around the corner of the street.

"He has a talent for driving a wheelchair, but I still don't recommend him to speed up."

"Give me my gun back, damn it." The burly man interrupted Ma Zhaodi's rambling: "Stop rambling. If you don't have the guts to use it, don't keep it."

"That's just an ordinary Beretta, okay? It hasn't been modified at all." Ma Zhaodi protested while honestly handing over the gun. "You make it sound like it's some ultimate killer weapon."

"Shut up." He put the revolver and the well-used Beretta back on his waist, but didn't ask where the newer Colt was. Instead, he spat at Ma Zhaodi's feet: "I've been waiting on Old Jack for a week, and you bastard didn't even have the guts to show up. You're racing around in a goddamn wheelchair like a lunatic from Arkham Asylum."

"Coward."

Damn it!
In anger, Ma Zhaodi put his coat back on, put his driver's license and cell phone back into his pocket, then turned around and walked upstairs.

Of course I am angry, but there is no need to argue with such a reckless person. It's just a few scoldings, and it won't hurt me anyway.

What if he really loses a piece of flesh after cursing back? Last time, after Drake cursed, he became red and warm.

Clinton looked at him with disdain, but instead of stopping him, he turned and left.

"Gotham is full of cowards."

"Gotham is full of idiots and lunatics."

Ma Zhaodi angrily cursed at Drake: "I was just driving a wheelchair home and I was targeted. And they even came to rob me with a gun. Damn it! Can a wheelchair be driven faster than a car?"

"Based on the time you got home from get off work, your wheelchair speed yesterday was faster than 90 percent of the crazy drivers in Gotham." Derek glanced at his watch expressionlessly. "It's 10:14 now, and it was 10:13 when you went upstairs. Assuming it took you three minutes to get robbed downstairs, it only took you ten minutes to get home."

"Ah, that's not the case." Ma Zhaodi smiled sheepishly, "I get home in nine minutes."

"What are you so proud of?"

Drake shook his head: "Your speed is a full quarter faster than before. If you continue like this, I'm really worried that one day I'll see the news in the newspaper that a 'speeding ghost fire wheelchair' rear-ended a supercar and was turned into cookies."

"It doesn't matter. It was taken away anyway." Ma Zhaodi ate the food left on the table in a depressed mood. "What a shame for the wheelchair I spent so much time modifying. It can go up to 160 kilometers."

There is also 500 points to buy advanced wheelchair driving proficiency.

At the same time, on the quiet streets of the East District late at night, a colorful stream of light flew past with screams.

"Stop it—this damn wheelchair!"

duang!

The next day, Ma Zhaodi went out to work early, while Drake was eating breakfast while reading the Gotham Daily. Suddenly, a news headline in the newspaper caught his eye.

"Gotham's urban legend of a 'speeding will-o'-the-wisp wheelchair' rear-ended a Wayne executive, and the wheelchair driver is currently being stitched together."

"puff!"

(End of this chapter)