Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 29 I told you I can't use a gun
On the streets of Gotham in the evening, the drizzle washed away the hazy neon lights. On such a rainy night, most people would have gone home early.

But Ma Zhaodi did not go home because it was nine o'clock in the evening and his work had not yet ended. At this moment, he was very worried about whether he could get off work on time.

"Bang! Bang!"

Santos' face was distorted. He was holding a pistol and hiding behind the overturned round dining table with Bridget. Their expressions were completely different from their usual gentleness and politeness. The veins on their foreheads were bulging, making them look very ferocious.

"Assholes! How dare you cause trouble in the Red Dragon Restaurant! You're dead!"

At the entrance of the restaurant, a group of burly men with guns were shooting at the waiters in the restaurant. It was obvious that they did not come in by appointment.

A gunman wearing a gentleman's hat and a tuxedo shouted to Santos at the door: "Cobot says hello! This is what happens when you compete with Iceberg Restaurant for business!"

The sounds of gunfire, curses, and mad laughter suddenly mingled, shredding the hazy atmosphere of the rainy night. Huddled in a corner, Ma Zhaodi gazed at the wooden tabletop, deformed by bullets, revealing the solid bulletproof steel plate beneath. With relief, he lifted a Pocky from his cigarette case.

It's so annoying. No wonder the tables in the restaurant are so heavy. It takes several people to move them. I guess they are prepared for a rainy day.
There hasn't been a single peaceful day since I came to Gotham. It's either robbery or shooting, or theft at the worst. The most peaceful day was when I performed an exorcism on a ghost car with nine soul rings.

"This Jiba city, people who live here are truly blessed, they have it all their lives."

The restaurant where he works is also a heavyweight, and he always encounters outrageous customers. Last time it was the two-faced Harvey Dent, and this time it was Cobblepot's thugs.

Similar to Mr. Freeze, he is better known as the super criminal Penguin than his long real name, Oswald Chesterfield Cobblepot. As one of the four major families that founded Gotham, the Cobblepot family had not completely declined when Penguin was young, and his father still retained a certain amount of wealth. However, he was fat and short, with a long hooked nose, and because of these, he suffered from the jealousy and isolation of his classmates.

His father later died of pneumonia caused by being caught in the rain, his mother was almost completely insane, and the Cobblepot family fell into decline. He eventually relied on self-study to transform himself from a down-and-out n-generation criminal into an intelligent super criminal and became a well-known underworld tycoon in Gotham City, but he himself also suffered from inferiority and paranoia at the level of mental illness, and pretentious elegance and angry irritability were his usual style.

The Iceberg Restaurant, as his business, is a normal and popular restaurant on the surface, but in fact it is burdened with illegal financial activities such as underground money laundering, as well as all matters of concern between Cobert and other gangs.

Obviously, when his subordinates said "stealing business from Iceberg Restaurant", they probably did not mean the restaurant's customer flow.

Normally, the Penguin wouldn't dare confront him directly, but Batman had recently dealt a heavy blow to the Falcone family. The Wayne Group had seized control of and eliminated many of the shady businesses previously controlled by the Falcones, forcing them to actively squeeze out Cobblepot's shady businesses. The Falcone gang had done this many times before.

Obviously, the Penguin would have swallowed this before, but at this point, he was already getting a little impatient with the Falcone gang, which was no longer as authoritative.

Ma Zhaodi sighed amidst the hail of bullets. He took a bite of the pocky stick in his mouth and checked the cross pendant he wore under his clothes. The durability was still nine times, which meant that he was lucky not to be in danger of his life.

He looked at the drizzle outside the window and was even a little distracted for a moment. The rain scene in Gotham City at night had a bit of a cyberpunk psychedelic feel, although it was also mixed with a chill that penetrated deep into the bone marrow. But he personally liked to watch such beautiful rain scenes indoors.

He really wanted to go home at this time, buy a fat otaku Happy Meal, and then continue watching TV series while enjoying the scenery, but in fact, the reality at this moment was that he was not sure whether he could get home from the restaurant on time today.

Alas, this is how it is for workers. They never have much choice.

The supervisor saw Ma Zhaodi cowering behind the desk and thought he was frightened and yelled in his direction, "Ma Zhaodi! Don't be stupid! Shoot!"

"I can't do that!"

Ma Zhaodi didn't know if it was his illusion, but the supervisor next to him seemed to be stunned for a moment when he shouted this.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" His eyes widened. "This is Gotham!"

"Can't there be a few people in Gotham who can't shoot?" Ma Zhaodi protested, "The Waynes never carried guns when they went out!" "You should have settled down in Star City sooner rather than later!" The supervisor gritted his teeth and shouted, "Release the safety! Pull the trigger!"

Ma Zhaodi followed his instructions and fiddled with his Beretta for a long time. Finally, he figured out how to use it. The supervisor saw him aiming hesitantly for a long time, and then he put the gun down again.

"I might hit something in the store."

"Don't worry about it!" The supervisor had been watching anxiously from the sidelines. When he saw the guy put down his gun again, his blood pressure suddenly shot up. He yelled at him, "These tables and chairs are for hitting people in critical moments! Shoot him!"

"That's what you said!"

Ma Zhaodi immediately aimed at the opposite side and pulled the trigger. The shot hit the chandelier on the ceiling.

"Clap-"

A series of shattering sounds were heard, and the huge crystal chandelier suddenly fell to the ground, scattering like water and exploding into tiny, glittering gem fragments.

"Do not--"

Although it was rude to say this, the supervisor's voice at this moment really sounded like an old friend in Ma Zhaodi's memory.

Even the familiar music seemed to ring in my ears.

"Snowflakes are falling, the north wind is howling—"

"Ma Zhaodi!"

The supervisor's roar suddenly rang out, bringing his thoughts back from their distracted state.

"Do you know how expensive that chandelier is—"

"I was clearly aiming at the table!"

"You aim so hard!"

The supervisor was not particularly angry at first, but when he heard Ma Zhaodi's ridiculous answer, he felt a pang of pain in his heart.

At this moment, the room, which originally did not have enough lighting, became even darker without the light from the large chandelier. Even the hazy lights outside the window and the thin moonlight shining through the clouds overshadowed the light in this corner.

In the dark, Cobert's men looked at each other in confusion when they heard the news that their supervisor had fallen to the ground.

"Did their leader fall?"

"It seems so. Then should we still fight?"

(End of this chapter)