Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 24 What is coming cannot be avoided
"Lucius, I heard you were in a car accident?"

Lucius Fox, president and technical director of Wayne Group, received such a greeting in the early morning. Although the words were not very nice, they did make him feel a little warm.

Because the person who said this is Bruce Wayne.

"Mr. Wayne, I am safe and sound. The incident last night was simply a test of the vehicle's autonomous driving technology and did not cause me any harm."

"That's good." Bruce Wayne's voice on the other end of the phone seemed to be mixed with the sound of a sports car engine and a woman's laughter. "I thought my most capable CEO was going to take a leave of absence. I don't want to run Wayne Enterprises myself. God, even staying in the office for an hour is torture."

"Don't worry, Mr. Wayne."

"Beep-beep-"

Lucius was interrupted by the direct hanging up of the phone, which was consistent with people's usual impression of Bruce Wayne.

The only heir of the Wayne family, the actual owner of the Wayne Group, the playboy of Gotham City, the uneducated dandy, the poor orphan whose parents have both passed away, the luckiest and most unfortunate person in Gotham City.

Master Wayne, this is truly disrespectful.
Lucius sighed, hung up the phone, and began to examine the wheelchair wreckage in the laboratory.

It’s not that this wheelchair has any special high-tech features, it’s just that the origin of this wheelchair is a little strange.

After investigation, the identity of the wheelchair driver has been confirmed. He is an ordinary gangster in Gotham's East District. He has many criminal records in the Gotham Police Department, including robbery, theft and strong alkali, and even a murder. Given his own level of knowledge and financial ability, it is basically impossible for him to make such a thing by himself.

What's interesting is that this obviously illegal speeding wheelchair has never appeared in Gotham before. According to the intelligence information monitored by Gotham, it can only be confirmed that it has appeared on a fixed street route between 10 pm and 10:20 pm for a week, and the starting point seems to be a block in the Audisburg district.

As for how it ended up in the hands of this gangster, and why it directly crashed into Lucius's vehicle which was conducting a full-path scan and autonomous driving test in Gotham, Lucius was completely puzzled.

In addition, in order to verify the possibility of drunk driving and drug driving, Lucius also conducted a test on the gangster who was reassembled. The results showed that a strange drug component appeared in his body. Strangely, this component was different from any known drug.

There was also a deformed thermos cup at the scene, with some strange blue plant petals remaining on the wall of the cup. The ingredients in it were exactly the same as the drug ingredients in the gangster's body. According to the current experimental results on mice, it seemed to be a new type of stimulant.

The mouse has been highly active for ten hours and has not shown any signs of sleepiness at all, and seems to be in good health.

Regardless of whether this is a new health product or a new drug, as long as it has the potential to flow into Gotham City on a large scale, it is already an important matter for Lucius to pay attention to.

Although according to the current situation, there are already countless things that are more heavyweight than this, such as the Riddler, the Scarecrow, the Penguin, the Joker and a bunch of other super criminals, as well as the Romans that Batman is currently investigating, that is, the Falcone mafia family.

The cruel things that this group of people can do include not only poison gas bombs that kill the entire city, nuclear warheads that destroy the entire city, gun battles and riots covering the entire city, etc. Everyone is wondering why the city of Gotham has not been destroyed yet.

In Lucius's opinion, this might be because Batman always has a backup. He can always catch all these people and put them back in prison overnight.

Back to the current situation, he has extracted the DNA from the cup. Currently, there are only two human samples. One is from the wheelchair driver, and the other has not been found in the police station's DNA library.

"Perhaps, I should find a chance to go to that area and ask around. If I'm lucky, maybe Batman won't need to investigate this matter himself." Lucius looked at the lively little white mouse thoughtfully.

"Hey, Ma Zhaodi."

Ma Zhaodi, who had just gotten out of the taxi and was about to enter the restaurant, heard the owner of the newsstand next door tease him, "Why didn't you come in your precious wheelchair today?"

"I got robbed." He sighed and walked forward: "Give me a newspaper. Do you have any self-defense weapons for sale?" "New ones, Beretta, Colt and P229. You went out without a gun today? That's not very wise."

"I brought one, and then it occurred to me to buy another as a backup—wait, a P229? Made in Germany?"

"From Gotham." The newsstand owner chuckled. "Wouldn't you like something stronger?"

"I don't want to die from a crudely made knock-off pistol, and besides, I don't have much money on me right now."

"You're underestimating Gotham, kid." The newsstand owner chuckled. "This is a locally made Colt Python. You can choose any accessories you want. Just bring the money tomorrow. If there's anything wrong with the gun, I'll pay you three times as much."

"If I survive and come back to you, will I be able to redeem your life with three times the amount?"

"Hey, hey, I have genuine copies, but they're not cheap. How about we play a game? My gun has a minimum price and a maximum price, and you can pick one." The boss handed the gun over. "If the gun has a serious problem that could cost you your life, like exploding or falling apart, I'll give you the money right away. The bullets are extra."

It turns out that this is his main business.

"This is the rule. We're both willing. After we agree on it, we'll pay for the goods. If you have any problems in the future, don't come to me. How's that?"

Ma Zhaodi raised an eyebrow and called out to the food truck owner next door, "Hey! Val!"

The car owner, without stopping, looked up and asked, "What's wrong?"

"How many years has he been working here?"

"Huh? At least two years."

Ma Zhaodi turned his head and said, "Give me a Beretta and a Colt revolver."

"Hey, thanks for your patronage."

"Ding Ding Ding-"

While having lunch, Ma Zhaodi subconsciously picked up his mobile phone, but saw an unfamiliar number on it. After thinking for a few seconds and making sure that he had not leaked the phone number to anyone other than his boss, supervisor and the Drakes, he subconsciously had an ominous premonition in his heart.

Rather than believing it was a coincidence that "Drake changed his phone number", he was more inclined to believe that he was being targeted by someone.

Could it be Clinton? But how did he get his own phone number? He probably couldn't find it on his own.

Could it be that the wheelchair that was stolen caused trouble and was then traced back to me?

Is the Gotham Police Department really that efficient?

He picked up the phone.

(End of this chapter)