Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 240 So much fun! So much fun!
"Boss, knowing too much can actually make you unhappy."

"Like a pig that accidentally wanders from a pigpen into a slaughterhouse?" The riddle-maker replied dismissively, "Knowing that I am about to be slaughtered, of course I will not be happy, but I am not a pig living a life of debauchery. I would never want to die as a clueless fool."

“I’m not reconciled. I’ve been planning this for so long, and I’ve lost to such a strange guy. Besides, you’re definitely not Thor. I’ve investigated that guy carefully. He’s a typical alcoholic and drug addict. He could never have the ability to turn people against him or to plan this, and he certainly couldn’t have the financial resources to hire Deathstroke and Deathshot.”

"Well, actually, I didn't provide the money. There are many people who want to stop this war."

“Now, tell me.” The Riddler ignored Ma Zhaodi’s explanation, his deep gaze fixed on the black-robed man’s mask, as if trying to see through it to the face beneath: “Tell me, who are you?”

"I'm your little brother, boss."

"roll!"

When the riddle maker heard Ma Zhaodi utter that word that made him feel physically uncomfortable again, he exploded. He had just regained some composure and sophistication.

He swiftly drew a gun from his waist and pressed it against his chin: "Tell me who you are, or say goodbye to those five hundred million dollars!"

Ma Zhaodi scratched his head.

"Uh, is there anyone here who has a grudge against Nigma?" he asked. "Give me 500 million, and I'll avenge you on the spot. Money for money, life for life. Honest business, absolutely trustworthy."

With such a business mind, if someone were to make an offer, you'd win big!

The Riddler's anger gradually rose, and he was starting to feel like shooting the swordsman in front of him twice.

"Three seconds," he said indifferently. "When the time is up, I'll pull the trigger."

Catwoman glanced around; Batman was still in a depressed state and probably couldn't stop the Riddler from firing.

Who else? Who's fast enough? Who's confident they can save Nigma?

"Three, two—"

"Okay, okay, boss, don't do it yet." Ma Zhaodi sighed, "At least transfer the money to me first, then we'll do it."

"one!"

Ma Zhaodi immediately took off his black robe, revealing—wait, where's his beer belly?
?

At this moment, almost all the supervillains in the living room stared wide-eyed.

“That shouldn’t be the case.” The crocodile man shook his head. “He was heavily pregnant when he talked to me.”

"Is this some new weight loss drug?" Poison Ivy laughed. "It looks pretty good. Maybe I should buy some?"

But the riddle-maker said nothing. He looked at the figure beneath the black robe and suddenly felt that the person seemed familiar, as if he had seen this person somewhere before.
"A belly can be faked, and a person can be switched."

A young man's voice came from under the mask. Upon hearing this voice, the Joker suddenly narrowed his eyes and looked at the man in front of him.

The voice sounded somewhat familiar to him.

So Ma Zhaodi took off his mask, and then saw the riddle man's face turn yellowish, then pale, and finally red.

It was a deep, clear red, just like the color of a monkey's bottom.

"Ma-Zhao-Di-"

"Boss, you still remember me?"

The Riddler's steel teeth clenched so tightly that he finally understood why he felt a sense of familiarity with this person. Ever since his escape from prison, this jinx-like guy had been a recurring nightmare in his plans.

You internet cafe grass, how could I not remember you?
"I miss you so much!" the riddle-maker replied through gritted teeth. "I wish I could cut you into a thousand pieces every day."

At the same time, he finally realized that it was of course Ma Zhaodi. Why wouldn't it be Ma Zhaodi?

This humiliating style
"What are you saying in gibberish? I can't understand you."

—In prison, a helmeted policeman completely ruined the perfect escape plan.

The riddle-maker's hand bones began to ache slightly.

"I followed after I saw the clown crash—I was just about to ask, what happened to your hand? Why does it look like a chicken claw?" —Inside the building, a policeman holding a fake gun mocked Nigma's intelligence with his luck.

The riddle-maker's forehead veins began to bulge.

"what's your name?"

"Perverted Bicycle Hero".

"My real name."

“Okhorik Sol”.

Half a month ago, the riddle-maker angrily ripped off the Peppa Pig mask, revealing the face of a middle-aged man underneath.

Is it strange that middle-aged people like Peppa Pig?

"Since you encountered that bat, you've already succeeded in escaping. But what about the patrol team?"

"How do you think I escaped?"

"Boss, Slade has also been captured by Batman."

"Boss, Jonathan and three other supervillains have been captured by Batman."

"Boss, the freakish biker is back. Two-Face and Killer Croc are gone."

"Boss, I'm back again."

—The riddle-maker's obsession with winning and losing clouded his judgment; Ma Zhaodi's plan to betray his teammates was flawed.

Memories of the past surfaced in my mind and quickly connected to form a line. At this moment, all my questions were finally answered.

"I should have known long ago that you and he are no different at all. I should have known this familiar feeling, this shamelessness! I should have known long ago!"

At that moment, it felt as if something in the riddle-maker's mind had snapped.

Perhaps it was his rationality.

"Who the hell let you come back?!"

Enraged, he turned his pistol around and aimed it at Ma Zhaodi: "Who the hell! Let you! Come back!"

"You deserve to die! You deserve to die, you bastard!"

"I am going to kill you!"

"Hahahaha, hahahahaha hee hee hee—"

The clown, seeing the riddle-maker's reaction, couldn't help but laugh.

"So that's it! Brilliant! Brilliant! That was hilarious! Hahahaha. The new recruit in Gotham City, he's got Nigma all wrapped around his little finger? Hahahahaha—"

The clown's laughter grew louder and louder until he could barely stand up straight, and finally he clutched his stomach and rolled on the ground.

"Riddler, you're so lame!"

Hearing the clown's mockery, Nigma could no longer contain himself. Anger clouded his judgment, and he instinctively opened his mouth and roared.

"Who will kill him! I'll give him five hundred million!"

bang!

As the Riddler fired his gun, Firefly and Zas immediately pounced on Ma Zhaodi. Although defeat was inevitable, they didn't mind making some extra money first—besides, Ma Zhaodi was a traitor.

At that moment, all the supervillains around them sprang into action, surrounding Ma Zhaodi like stars around the moon, protecting him behind them.

"Excuse me, you have stopped ahead!"

(End of this chapter)