Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 287 Two Failed Men
Ma Zhaodi is a person with strong resilience.

Of course, it would be unrealistic to say that he was born a legendary stress reliever, but it would also be unrealistic to say that he hasn't gotten used to minor accidents after experiencing high-intensity training in two Gotham Cities and one New York City.

But isn't this Central City? Ma Zhaodi silently shed tears. I was already dealing with stress in Gotham, and now I'm still dealing with stress after coming to Central City. Did I come all this way for nothing?

Although his hands moved swiftly, it contrasted sharply with the expression on his face, making the scene so abrupt that one of the robbers couldn't help but speak up.

"Why the long face! Did your wife die?"

"I don't have a wife."

"Your girlfriend—"

"I don't have a girlfriend."

"Your family—"

"I have no family."

"So what the hell do you have?"

Ma Zhaodi glanced at the package full of money in the bandit's hand.

"I have some money that I just saved."

The bandits responsible for filling the money immediately fell silent.

He stood there stunned for a long time, unable to say anything more, and finally took out a wad of money and secretly stuffed it into Ma Zhaodi's arms.

“Sorry, buddy,” he said quietly. “I admit I was a little loud just now.”

Ma Zhaodi looked down and felt a warm feeling in his heart—this stack of cash would at least stop his losses by 20%.

"Can I have a few more stacks?" he asked in a low voice. "One stack is fine too, I'm not picky."

The bandit's expression changed, and he immediately took back the wad of money from the man's arms, whispering, "Get lost."

"okay."

Just as the two robbers were about to leave with the money, the sound of police sirens suddenly rang out from the roadside outside the door.

"Clyde! Stop pretending!"

Upon hearing the police sirens, the hostage-taker's voice suddenly became somewhat panicked: "Damn it, the cops are here sooner than we thought. We have to get out of here with the money!"

The robber who was loading the money also heard the police sirens on the street, but looking at the money that he hadn't finished loading, he was very unwilling: "Damn it, Mark, we still have so much money left to load! At least tens of thousands!"

"I said, stop, damn it, stop pretending!"

Mark gritted his teeth at Clyde: "If we keep going like this, we won't even be able to keep the money in the bag!"

"But...grass!"

Clyde zipped up his backpack and slung it over his shoulder. Still pointing his gun at Ma Zhaodi and the staff, he backed away towards Mark, saying, "Let's go, let's go!"

Ma Zhaodi silently sighed as he watched the two figures walk away. "No wonder it's Central City," he thought. "Even criminals are afraid of the police. Before Gordon and Bruce's reforms, Gotham's police had virtually no authority. Forget bank robbers, even the slightly more skilled thieves weren't afraid of the police. Entering the police station was like coming home, and escaping from prison was like going for a stroll."

However, on the other hand, the bank robbers in Gotham City are indeed much more professional than these two. After all, gangster money is not easy to steal, and there is always gangster money everywhere in the city, which leads to the natural selection and elimination of amateur robbers.

People like Clyde and Mark, who had no heavy firepower except for their pistols, didn't even know the exact time the police would arrive, and were indecisive and dawdling during their evacuation, without even having an extra person keep watch at the door or anyone to guard against customers and employees inside the bank who might pull out submachine guns and fire indiscriminately—they were destined to be eliminated in Gotham.

“Life in Central City is too comfortable,” Ma Zhaodi commented. “Gotham City never supports idlers.”

"This way! This way!"

Clyde and Mark got into the car carrying two large bags. Mark drove, while Clyde quickly piled the bags aside and reached into his waistband to pull out his gun.

"Hey Mark," he suddenly remembered something and asked Mark, who was driving, "Did you take down the surveillance camera? I think I forgot to."

“I shot him dead with two shots when I walked in.” Mark rolled his eyes. “What would you do without me taking care of you?”

Upon hearing this, Clyde breathed a sigh of relief and replied with a grin, "You're my brother, if you don't take care of me, who will?"

Mark was speechless. He could only sigh and turn the key to start the car—but when he glanced at the rearview mirror, his nerves tightened instantly. "Damn it, the security guards are coming! Those bastards from the bank untied them!"

Clyde, his face contorted with rage, stared out the rear window of the car: "Damn it, they dared to chase us!"

"Damn it, put down the gun! Hands up and surrender!"

Several security guards chased after the car with guns in hand and pulled the triggers. With several gunshots, the rear window of the car suddenly shattered, and several bullet holes appeared on the car body. To make matters worse, the tires were punctured.

Chi la——

Clyde and Mark instinctively ducked at the same time, avoiding being hit by bullets. Although they were about to escape the scene, Clyde couldn't swallow his anger.

"You bastard, you've come looking for death."

He immediately raised his gun and fired at the security guards who were still in his field of vision.

Click——

No gunshot was fired; instead, the pistol emitted a crisp, dry-fire sound as the hammer struck the firing pin.

"WTF?! Of all times, at this time?"

Clyde ejected the magazine, thinking the pistol was jammed, but when he saw the magazine, he realized he was wrong.

"Mark! Why are there no bullets in my magazine?!"

"How could there not be? Didn't we just check it together yesterday?!"

As the two were talking, the car's trajectory suddenly began to distort, and its speed was slowed down.

"Damn it!" Mark immediately realized, "The tire's blown out!"

bang! bang!

A group of security guards pulled the trigger again, adding several more bullet holes to the car.

"Come on!"

"Damn it, the tire's blown out!" Mark watched in despair as the police car lights appeared in his rearview mirror, meaning the police were close behind. He gritted his teeth and snapped, "Clyde, throw the money away!"

"What?! Are you crazy?!"

"Hurry! The cops' car is catching up!"

"Grass!"

Clyde threw a large bag away in distress, and the police car was indeed pulled away a little, but at this moment, more police cars merged into the traffic.

"Throw them all away!"

Frustrated and with no other option, Clyde threw the other bag out of the car as well.

At this moment, the vehicle finally picked up speed, and Mark skillfully navigated the streets and alleys. About half an hour later, the sirens and lights behind them slowly disappeared.

However, both of them were in a very bad mood.

"Damn! Damn! Damn!"

Clyde slammed the pistol into the car, letting out a resentful curse.

"All that work for nothing! Damn it!"

Mark sighed as well: "How come your gun is out of bullets?"

"How the hell should I know!"

Meanwhile, Ma Zhaodi secretly put a handful of bullets into his backpack and left the bank humming a tune.

"I'm riding my beloved little motorcycle~"

(End of this chapter)