Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 31 Unexpected disaster
Practice shooting? Bullshit.

Although Ma Zhaodi really wanted to say so, his current marksmanship level was indeed not good enough.

If I hadn't bought the basic firearms proficiency test, the shot at the chandelier might have hit the supervisor.

The marksmanship of Gotham and Black Flag was honed over decades of experience. Even though it was unlikely to catch up in just a few weekends, one still had to learn it. This kind of thing was a process of accumulation over time.

Of course, there is a faster way.

Ma Zhaodi opened the system mall, looked at the intermediate firearms mastery priced at $5000, and quietly exited.

"Actually, when I think about it, taking shortcuts isn't really my style."

In the evening, Ma Zhaodi was driving his beloved car on the street. The restaurant manager was a bit of a problem and gave him the address of the shooting range in Burnley. This meant that he had to drive a long distance from the East District to Burnley to practice shooting.

Although as the central area of Gotham, its prosperity and neatness are indeed pleasing to the eye, and many entertainment facilities and high-end clubs are located here, these things are meaningless to Ma Zhaodi.

He is a poor guy himself, and the $50,000 in his hand can only make a little splash in a place like this, not enough to do anything. No matter how high-end and luxurious the entertainment here is, it has nothing to do with him, and he can only see it and not touch it.

"That bastard Dengxi in charge must be making a lot of money," he said indignantly. "If I had known, I would have just pissed him off to death. At least I would have gotten rid of a pest for the people."

But his name did work after all, and the shooting range really gave him a 30% discount. The fee was not expensive, only a few dozen dollars a day - in order to get the best value for money, he played and practiced there until dark before going home.

"The car was actually well-repaired and quite comfortable to drive, but my basic driving skills only allowed me to control the car at 100 km/h. It was really uncomfortable to drive home for half an hour."

"Hey! Watch out! Poor fellow!"

Just as Ma Zhaodi slowed down and drove slowly across the roadside ditch, a man in a windbreaker hugging a woman walking on the sidewalk suddenly frowned and shouted at him: "Don't splash water on my clothes and shoes!"

Ma Zhaodi turned his head and saw that the man's brown windbreaker seemed to be made of fine materials. The straight suit inside and the shiny belt around his waist were also of high-end brands. The expensive leather shoes he stepped on the street also looked very valuable. He slowed down a little too late, and it seemed that a few spots of mud were indeed splashed next to his leather shoes.

So should I apologize?

"Sand wall."

Ma Zhaodi spoke briefly, raised his left middle finger at him, and immediately stepped on the accelerator of the car. The sound of the engine made the man subconsciously protect the blonde girl next to him and dodge quickly. The two of them narrowly avoided being splashed to the side and finally avoided being splashed by the water caused by the tires.

"It must be some poor bastard from the East District." He cursed angrily, then turned around and began to comfort the beauty beside him: "Honey, are you okay?"

"I'm fine." The blonde snuggled in his arms: "Richard, what did you want to say just now?"

The man stroked her hair and continued talking about the serious matter he had just wanted to talk about: "Oh, I mean, we should leave Gotham City for a while and find a small place in Paris - what do you think?"

The woman's eyes immediately lit up with surprise. "Really? Paris in autumn! I can't believe how romantic it must be!"

"Richard!"

Ma Zhaodi heard someone calling a name behind him. He was a little nervous at this time. He actually thought about it carefully. After confirming that the name did not seem to be the important person he had in mind, he continued to focus his attention back on the road with confidence.

"Richard Daniel!"

The man turned around with some confusion: "What's wrong, who is it?" "Da da da da——"

"Oh my god, why are we in another gunfight?"

Ma Zhaodi felt like his body was about to break apart. He was sent here to practice shooting because he encountered a gunfight, but the coach didn't even mention that there would be a consolidation practice course on the way home after practicing.

He stepped on the accelerator as if to escape, and watched the situation behind him from a distance through the rearview mirror: a half-submachine gun barrel extending from a black car spewed out flames, and a series of bullets turned the man with a face full of astonishment and unwillingness into a bloody mess within a few seconds. Then, the black car stepped on the accelerator and drove away, disappearing at the end of the street in the Burnley district.

"That's why they say that if you're mean, you'll get what you deserve." Ma Zhaodi shook his head. "Be more careful in your next life and don't be so foul-mouthed."

There's no need to think about saving someone with this kind of injury. Even if Ma Zhaodi has enough assets now and is willing to run out of the car to treat him, it's probably too late. In the ten or so seconds it takes to run over, the person is probably already dead.

The blonde girl next to Richard was not hit by the bullet. She was crying loudly while holding the bloody body on the ground. No one expected that these two people were actually a real couple. The girl seemed to really like Richard.

But unfortunately, bullets only rely on physics. Bulletproof vests can be bulletproof, but love cannot.

Ma Zhaodi drove back to Drake's house. Although the idiot who made him angry died, he was not in a particularly good mood at the moment. Partly because of the poor blonde girl, and partly because the man did not deserve the death penalty.

But neither of these was the most upsetting thing for him. What upset him the most was how coincidental it was that he had just had a brief quarrel and conflict with the other party for more than ten seconds, and the other party was shot to death.

The Gotham Police Department will definitely launch an investigation tomorrow, and Ma Zhaodi will definitely be taken to the police station to record his statement. Just because of a quarrel of more than ten seconds, the entire weekend was wasted.

Fortunately, tomorrow is not a working day. Otherwise, if the recording of the statement delayed a day's work, Ma Zhaodi would really be heartbroken for those few hundred asset points.

"Ah, even after traveling through time, I still can't escape the fate of being a classmate. This is Cao Dan's world, this is Cao Dan's Gotham."

He opened the door with a look of despair, sat down at the table silently, and began to enjoy his dinner, wondering how many people Batman would hang on the statue tonight.

"What's wrong with you, man?" Drake, who had not yet entered the house, saw that his face looked strange and asked subconsciously.

"Nothing, I ran into another gunfight on the way back."

"Are you okay?"

"Hey, what are you talking about?" Ma Zhaodi rolled his eyes at him. "How could there be so many gunfights and chases after me? I've only been in Gotham for a few days. What big shot could I have offended? The only person who died at the scene was a poor bastard named Richard Daniel. No one else."

"Hmm?" Drake said solemnly, "Who died?"

"Richard Daniel, what's wrong?"

"Fuck! The president of Gotham Bank was assassinated right after he resigned!"

"what?"

　Read some comics and catch up on some plots. Please forgive me if I am slow to update.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)