Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 37 The Third Job
When Sheriff Gordon and Prosecutor Harvey arrived near the warehouse, the contents were almost burned.

The reason is very simple. No one calls the fire truck because it costs money.

If someone's house is on fire, it will naturally be someone from that house who will call the fire department. If a house in the community is on fire, perhaps a good neighbor will help call the fire truck, but no one knows what is in the warehouse, and no one can find the person in charge at the first time, so the fire truck arrives late.

Picking up a few hundred-dollar bills that flew out from the blazing fire, both of them looked a little solemn. Judging from the intensity of the fire, this warehouse might contain even more banknotes, and hiding such a large amount of banknotes in such a warehouse was itself a very strange thing.

"Who could it be?"
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"Who could it be?"

"So. It's not you?"

A low voice sounded from behind. Catwoman was startled and turned her head to look behind her. A tall dark figure was standing there, with a pair of indifferent blue eyes under two pointed bat ears.

"You're more like a cat than I am," she said unhappily. "You always appear and disappear without a sound."

"You haven't been around for a while—where have you been?"

"In case you haven't heard, Falcone offered a million for my head."

"Me too, but I'm still here tonight investigating a case."

"Yeah, yeah—but I'm not a bat, I'm a cat."

"When did you come here and what did you see?"

"I arrived not much earlier than you did—and saw the same thing as you did."

"Just happened to meet?"

"Want to know?" She giggled, "If you can catch up with me, I'll tell you."

Cats and bats leap and jump between the tall buildings, chasing each other, as if they were playing an interesting game - of course, maybe only cats enjoy it.

"Someone come! Open the warehouse door!"

On the other side, Sheriff Gordon and Prosecutor Harvey quickly used brute force to break open the warehouse door, but all that was left was a mountain of banknote ashes, with a few remaining unburned banknotes.

"That's great! We have to investigate another case involving a large amount of counterfeit currency—and we don't even have any clues."

“It’s not counterfeit.”

"Ok?"

Harvey Dent turned his head to look at the corner of the warehouse, and Batman's figure appeared in the innermost area at some point.

"When did you come in? Never mind, what did you just say?"

He didn't answer, but just walked over and handed a notebook to Harvey.

"what is this?"

Harvey opened the book and asked casually.

When he saw the densely packed numbers on it, he was suddenly shocked.

"Falcone's home was broken into a few days ago, and the safe was opened." Batman said, "There was a ledger inside - a very important ledger. Catwoman and I were there at the time - that's why he offered a million dollar reward for Catwoman and me."

"Catwoman stole it? But how did you get it back?"

"I'm not sure why she wanted to tell me this, but she said that if you follow the money, you'll end up here, in this warehouse." "You mean?"
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On the other side, Ma Zhaodi has arrived in the center of Gotham City, which is the location of his third job tonight.

"Although the instructions told me to wear a gas mask, I didn't expect this."

Ma Zhaodi was holding a Big Mac from Burger King in his hand and looking at the sewer entrance in front of him, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly.

"Who on earth would order takeout from a sewer? Killer Croc? Is he so desperate for a burger?"

"Fuck, that's not right, the burger is the appetizer, I'm the main course!"

Thinking of this, Ma Zhaodi broke out in a sweat. He just wanted to deliver a takeaway, not do anything fancy.

But then again, he has a necklace and a save point, so it seems he's not really afraid of death?

Just in case, Ma Zhaodi immediately spent $100 in asset points to place a save point at this time. In this way, if Killer Croc really wanted to treat him as a main meal, he could also directly read the save point when he was at the end of his rope.

"Or." Ma Zhaodi looked at the system mall. His first and second jobs had been settled. At this time, his assets had reached a historical peak, more than 20,000 US dollars.

Although these asset points cannot make him strong enough to fight against a man-eating mutant crocodile man who is more than two meters tall, weighs three hundred kilograms, and has super strength, speed, endurance and super regeneration ability, he can heal the other party back to normal, and then use Colt to teach him how to be a good person.

"Put your opponent on the same level as yourself, and then use your rich experience to defeat him. Instead of improving yourself, it is better to pull others down." Ma Zhaodi figured this out and immediately felt confident. He opened the manhole cover and climbed down the ladder.

"Vomiting!"

Less than three seconds after Ma Zhaodi climbed down, a foul smell suddenly entered his nose, almost making him vomit.

He immediately held his breath, suppressed the urge to vomit, and bought a gas mask from the system - the gas masks in the gun store were really too expensive, and were not as affordable as the ten-dollar domestic products in the system.

Anyway, as long as it can block the smell, it is a good mask.

"Is anyone there? Hello? Who ordered takeout?"

It was pitch black in the sewer. Ma Zhaodi put on his gas mask and then took out the small pumpkin lantern he had just bought from the system.

“This is really small.”

A small pumpkin lantern, only slightly larger than a quail egg, appeared in Ma Zhaodi's hand. It was so big that it could even be worn as a keychain, but strangely, the pale yellow light it emitted was very bright, with a range large enough to illuminate the field of vision of more than ten meters around Ma Zhaodi, and it also brought a hint of warmth.

It even comes with a cute mini light pole.

Ma Zhaodi, holding a small pumpkin lantern, headed deeper into the sewer. In the empty and deserted circular pipes and space, only his footsteps could be heard, and they echoed. Even though the pumpkin lantern illuminated the space, he inevitably felt a little fear in his heart.

"Burger King takeout anyone?"

No one responded to his words except for a few squeaking rats that jumped out of the sewer.

Ma Zhaodi couldn't help scratching his head: "Either there's something wrong with the system, or it's me."

"Solomon Grundy, born on Monday!"

A muffled roar sounded like thunder, making the entire sewer space buzz. The heavy footsteps sounded like a giant beast running, rapidly approaching Ma Zhaodi's position.

"Holy crap! It's not Killer Croc!"

(End of this chapter)