Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 413 One sentence made his father red-warm the temperature three times.
As it turns out, Hartley did indeed possess the knowledge to completely overwhelm Mick.

When the flamethrower in his hand exploded out of thin air, Mick's face showed obvious astonishment. He subconsciously patted the gun in his hand, only to find that the gun was now covered with cracks. If he continued to use it, it was uncertain whether it could burn through Hartlin, but it would definitely burn through his protective suit—and might even explode.

"Look, I can tell at a glance that your gun is made of high-temperature resistant materials in many places. I don't need to target all your parts, I just need to send a sound wave at the frequency of the high-temperature resistant material. And coincidentally, during the time I was involved in the research, I had some knowledge of various latest technological materials."

Hartley calmly patted the flames off his body, touching his slightly burnt eyebrows and hair: "Sigh, I hate arsonists."

Mick's expression immediately turned somewhat ferocious. He put the unusable flamethrower back into his waistband, rubbing his hands together, ready to rush over and beat someone up.

Snart, standing to the side, was extremely disappointed. He looked around for a long time but couldn't see the person he had been waiting for. It was clear that the Flash wouldn't be showing up today.

"Mick, let's retreat."

"What? You chickened out?!" Mick turned around angrily, his eyes wide. "You chickened out when you met this pretty boy?"

“We’ve got the painting, and The Flash hasn’t shown up yet. We don’t need to bother with this rebellious rich kid. If we wait a little longer, and the police come to their senses, we won’t even be able to take the painting with us.”

Mick lacked Snart's composure. With the flamethrower gone, Snart's freeze gun alone was no longer enough to deal with the shield-wielding police. Coupled with an unexpected enemy, Hartley, their current situation was at a great disadvantage.

"You think you can just leave like that?"

“Mr. Hartley, I advise you not to stop us—after all, you’re not exactly innocent now, and those police officers are unlikely to let you go, especially since we have a few friends watching.”

Hearing Snart's words, Hartley glanced at Mazhaodi and Cisco, who had already pulled Shauna out of the ice.

The teleporting superhuman was indeed capable of threatening him, Hartley thought, especially if the other party learned a lesson and cooperated with Mick.
So he decisively raised his gloves.

"You can't take this painting away today."

Snart immediately frowned.

He rolled on the spot to dodge Hartley's directional, invisible sound wave, and immediately fired a freezing ray.

"What are you waiting for!" he yelled. "Help me deal with this guy!"

"Holy crap." Ma Zhaodi expressed his surprise in a calm tone: "Why should I help you? Did you pay me to do that?"

"My God!" Cisco quickly covered his mouth. "You can't say things like that. We're all law-abiding citizens."

Snart gritted his teeth in resentment. He might not know much about others, but he had already gotten to know Ma Zhaodi's style in recent days.

"Listen, Ma Zhaodi, I will repay you for everything you did to me!"

He emphasized the sound of "还".

“If you could help him, you would have done so long ago. He can’t be your ally—am I right?”

The three on the side fell silent. Snart was right; Hartley had attacked Dr. Wells. The atmosphere between him and the lab couldn't be described as harmonious; it was at least tense.

Help him? Cisco had even considered helping Snart deal with Hartley.

At this moment, Hartley finally made a new move. In the gap between dodging Snart's attack, he actually freed up one hand and then sent a sound wave towards Cisco and the other two.

"Don't get in the way!"

"Shauna, hurry!"

Ma Zhaodi's voice echoed through the night sky, while he and Cisco had already appeared behind Hartley. At the critical moment, Shauna used teleportation to save them both and instantly assessed the situation.

Taking them to a safe place doesn't necessarily make them truly safe, but taking them behind Hartley's back can turn defense into offense.

Oh no! Hartley was still holding Snart back with one hand, and had just reached out to attack with the other when his back was wide open. Shawna's tranquilizer dart was already plunged in without warning. Ma Zhaodi and Cisco reacted even faster, rushing forward to control Hartley's elbow.

Chi-

Unable to continue operating while being held in a pincer movement, Shauna's tranquilizer gun emitted a soft click, injecting the liquid inside into Hartley's body. The next second, he involuntarily collapsed to the ground.

Her chest rose and fell rhythmically, and she looked like she was sleeping soundly.

Ding Ding!

Interestingly, as he fell to the ground, a small, metallic-looking object suddenly popped out of his ear and bounced a few times on the ground.

"Ok?"

Cisco picked up the small object with a puzzled look and examined it carefully for a moment: "This looks like a homemade artificial hearing aid?"

“Interesting.” Ma Zhaodi pressed his earpiece and asked, “Dr. Wells, did Hartley go to the hospital after the particle accelerator explosion?”

"Let me take a look."

Dr. Wells responded, but then a long silence fell over the headphones.

"Doctor, are you alright?"

Cisco's words seemed to rouse Wells, and after a moment he replied, "Hartley was taken to the hospital on the day of the explosion, and according to his medical records, his hearing in both ears was almost completely destroyed by the blast."

No wonder the doctor remained silent for so long, because Hartley's permanent deafness was also caused by the explosion of the particle accelerator.

“I suddenly feel a little guilty,” Cisco sighed as he looked at Hartley, who was fast asleep on the floor.

“There’s no need to feel guilty.” Ma Zhaodi leaned down. “Have you forgotten? My wine can heal wounds.”

"what?"

His hearing loss has now been cured.

As they spoke, Ma Zhaodi waved the sobering stone under Hartley's nose and casually took off his gloves.

"Hold this tight, Shauna, don't give him a chance to take the gloves back."

"no problem."

While the group was talking, Hartley woke up.

Just then, the Rutherwell couple came forward, their eyes fixed on their child.

"Hartley, you..."

"Father, I still prefer men."

"Get out! I don't have a son like you!"

Mr. Lasseville was instantly broken by his son's words. The budding affection in his heart that had just been rekindled because his son had come to save him was completely extinguished by those words: "You bastard! Don't you dare come home again!"

He, who was always so composed, even broke down and started swearing.

(End of this chapter)