Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 291 The gears of fate begin to turn

After comforting Barry, Iris looked curiously at the blond male police officer beside her. He looked very young, probably only in his early twenties, not yet thirty. He was chatting and laughing with his colleagues, his smile sunny and cheerful.

“This is the guy who caught the thief for us,” Iris said. “It’s all over now, Barry. Let’s go after we finish giving our statements.”

"You mean him?" Barry also looked at the blond police officer. "Oh, I saw him at the police station. He's Officer Eddie, Eddie Swan, who was transferred from Wedge Rock a few weeks ago."

After saying all that, Barry added to himself: He became a detective at such a young age and was also very handsome. Although he wasn't jealous of that, he was somewhat envious—being able to personally fight criminals was something he couldn't do.

In fact, Barry became a crime scene investigator because he wanted to fight crime in his own way.

Iris glanced at Eddie for a moment, then turned to Barry and asked, "Are we still going to Dr. Wells's press conference later?"

"I'm afraid the press conference will be over by then," Barry said with a wry smile. "Forget it, we'll just watch the pre-recorded version."

"Well, looks like we had a little bad luck tonight." Iris patted Barry on the shoulder. "Let's go home early."

"Ah."

Boom——!
After a clap of thunder, lightning began to flash in the dark clouds, and large raindrops fell from the sky, splashing and washing over the earth, covering the entire city center with moist air.

"It looks like a thunderstorm has started, and it's quite strong."

Detective Coffee Cup was driving when he saw the windshield was completely slick with rainwater. He turned on the wipers and said to Joe beside him, "We've checked three places already, and none of them have Mustangs. Joe, I think Alan is mistaken."

Joe paused for a moment, then pointed to the farm in the rain not far away and said to his partner, "This is the last farm that Barry listed. We'll check it and then leave."

“Joe, I know he’s smart, but you’ve said it yourself sometimes: he sometimes goes off to investigate some really far-fetched things. He’s not always reliable.”

“Since we’re already here,” Joe replied, “we’ll talk about it after we’ve finished investigating.”

So the two of them braved the rain and entered the farm.

The interior wasn't as dark as they had imagined; a few lights were on, and Joe and his companions could vaguely make out the general outlines of their surroundings, allowing them to search quickly.

"Hey Joe, did you see that thing?"

When Joe turned his head to look at the direction of the coffee cup detective's voice, he indeed saw the outline of a vehicle covered by a tarpaulin. This made him and his companion exchange a glance, their eyes lighting up as they secretly thought that something was going to happen.

Joe strode forward and yanked off the tarpaulin covering the front of the car—the Mustang GT500 logo was clearly visible in the beam of his flashlight.

Meanwhile, Detective Coffee Cup also noticed the damaged rear tire.

Joe said, "It's Brother Ma Dong."

Detective Coffee Cup nodded. "Looks like they changed a tire here."

At this moment, Clyde Madon, who was hiding in the shadows, could no longer restrain himself.

bang! bang!

Two shots rang out, two bullets—unfortunately, they missed Joe and his companion entirely, but instead alerted them immediately. They quickly took cover behind the nearest cover and discovered Clyde's location.

"Damn, it's so dark in the warehouse."

Although his aim became incredibly poor, Clyde immediately sensed an opportunity to escape. He flipped over and jumped out of cover, firing wildly to suppress the enemy as he ran towards the door.

Although his aim wasn't great, in this extremely poor lighting environment, Joe and the Coffee Cup detective's aim were also affected. They fired at each other, but all their shots missed, giving the impression that they had stopped short of defeat.

"Clyde, stop struggling, you can't escape!" "Really? I have a plane to catch, Detective!"

After Clyde ran out of the warehouse, the anxious Detective Coffee Cup immediately followed. He then turned around and raised his pistol, pointing it directly at Detective Coffee Cup's neck.

A bloodthirsty smile spread across his face—the bright lights at the entrance meant the other person was doomed.

bang!

Gunshots rang out, but the detective did not fall.

A bullet was fired first from the dark warehouse. The metal bullet pierced through the white rain and struck Ma Dong's right arm precisely, causing him to miss his shot.
"Grass!"

Clyde gritted his teeth and cursed, but behind him, the engine of the farm plane was already roaring—his brother Mark was coming to pick him up. The plane was about to take off, and if he didn't run quickly, he really wouldn't be able to escape.

Reluctantly, he picked up the pistol with his left hand, then turned and ran swiftly into the rain.

When the two detectives chased after them again, the small agricultural plane had already taken off, carrying the Ma brothers away.

Joe put away his pistol, looking rather helpless: "Those two were too well prepared; they got away."

“It’s alright, you’re still got it.” Detective Coffee Cup replied, “Your cover shot just now was really well done, it hit that guy’s arm directly—Joe, I saw Clyde’s gun barrel, without your shot he would have definitely hit me.”

"What?" Joe frowned. "The shot that hit his arm? Didn't you fire that?"

The two looked at each other and were both stunned for a moment.

"Wait, something's wrong!" Joe suddenly exclaimed, "There's blood on your stomach!"

Detective Coffee Cup looked down, lifted his trench coat, and sure enough, saw a large patch of dark red blood slowly spreading across his abdomen.

"Oh my God." He felt a wave of dizziness. "I was hit after all."

"Sair, hold on!"

Joe, supporting the detective with the coffee cup, quickly dragged him into the car and performed emergency hemostasis. Then, he stepped on the gas and sped straight to the hospital.

Ma Zhaodi then emerged from the warehouse, casually holstering his pistol and glancing towards the city center.

"So, my level of interference is justified?" he asked. "Saving someone who was going to die like this won't get you deported?"

For characters who are not important to the timeline, the world can be slightly altered. However, for characters who are important to the timeline, you cannot change their fate in this world—but you can take them out of this world; this is the only way to ensure their survival.

Wow, they can even help people smuggle themselves across borders?

The system will no longer respond.

At the Midtown Police Department, Barry saw the sudden downpour outside the window and immediately ran upstairs to the evidence analysis room—he realized he seemed to have forgotten to close the rooftop window properly.

He strode into the house, and sure enough, under the torrential rain, rainwater was already dripping into the house through the skylight.

"I should have closed the skylight properly."

Barry shook his head and reached for the chain on the control window pulley.

(End of this chapter)