Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 42: Good Habits Developed by Soul 5
Gotham City seems much gloomier today.

Crackling raindrops poured down from the sky, and the icy mist entered the lungs of pedestrians through their breath, making people shiver. The dark clouds in the sky were much thicker than before, so the already not very clear sky seemed even gloomier, and the whole city seemed gloomy.

Gotham in the shadows is uncomfortable.

Even more uncomfortable are the conversations taking place inside the GCPD (Gotham Police Department) in downtown Gotham City.

"I was responsible for driving the car that day and took the other person away from the scene. I'll write it all down if you need it."

"I'm sending a package to that woman, Harvey Dent's wife, Mrs. Dent, you know. I'll write it all down, if you want it."

"I followed Dent to his house. Yes, I did it. I followed him back home. Write it all down if you want. I will."

"I pushed the damn remote. And I'll write it all down if you want."

Five testimonies, including Mickey's, cross-referenced, with no loopholes—whatever Roman had given them, he had spent well.

Batman thought silently.

The police officer on standby heard a low, hoarse voice from the darkness: "Bring Mickey back."

At the same time, in another old building in Gotham's East District——

"Breaking news! The five Irish gang members who nearly used a bomb to blow up Gotham City District Attorney Harvey Dent's house have pleaded guilty to attempted murder!"

"As of now, Mrs. Dent is still hospitalized and has not yet regained consciousness. This newspaper will follow up with more news for you."

Ma Zhaodi stared at the bold and enlarged black news headlines on the newspaper, his mouth corners curled up and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

How did things get to this point?

Maybe it started from the mission he received a few days ago?
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"Thank you, System Dad. System Dad is so nice. Give me a mua!"

One of the essences of human beings is true fragrance.

“It is better to unblock than to block

Mission Introduction: When Falcon sets his sights on someone, that person will definitely not live comfortably in Gotham - except for superheroes.

Too bad Harvey Dent isn't a superhero, and now Falcone feels like he burned twenty million of his dirty money and maybe even killed his nephew.

In this situation, there are few people who can help him, and even fewer who are willing to help him.

Note: It is understandable that you don’t want to play a high-risk, low-reward job - you don’t have a cheat code for infinite money or invincibility and health lock.

Status: To be completed (0/1) Reward: Advanced Culinary Mastery"

Ma Zhaodi pondered for a long time after reading the mission introduction and content, not because he was struggling between his conscience and the pros and cons, but because the content of the mission was so damn outrageous.

"Help the Irish gang bomb Harvey Dent's house? Me? I'll make the bomb? Don't you think Two-Face's origin story would be less interesting without a cannon fodder named Ma Zhaodi?"

"The damage to the house must not exceed 20%, and Harvey Dent and Mrs. Dent must survive. Do you want to read what you're saying? The mission description is to help him, and the mission content is to blow him up. What exactly do you want me to do? Wait."

Ma Zhaodi looked at the name of the mission and suddenly came to some memory.

Before arriving in Gotham City, Ma Zhaodi once played a game called Soul Calling 5. There was a very strange prop in this game called the Poisoned History Block. The effect of throwing it out was to poison yourself.

What the hell is this prop? What's the point of it?
Until he encountered some monsters that used poisonous arrows. Their poison was enough to kill players at the speed of light. These annoying things kept him busy for an entire afternoon.

When Hong Wen's defense was broken one time, he started to fight back with shit blocks, and then he was surprised to find that the shit blocks put him into a poisonous state, and the poison of the poisonous arrows was ineffective.

From then on, every time he defeated his opponent, he would throw two pieces of history to the opponent to replenish his poison status.

“I’m a genius!”

So Ma Zhaodi, who had figured it out, immediately took the job. Although dealing with the gang was dangerous and bombing Harvey Dent's house might be remembered by him, he couldn't escape this matter.

He was the one who burned the 20 million, and Harvey just happened to arrive at the scene. No matter what, it was too unethical to let a prosecutor with a sense of justice take the blame for himself. If he stood by and watched when he could have helped, he would be lacking the virtue of his ancestors for eighteen generations.

He doesn't want to have a son without a real partner in the future. If Harvey is destined to become a Two-Face, he also hopes that he will not be included in the other party's origin story - even if he can't be a good guy, at least he can't be a bad guy.

"Ma Zhaodi, what are you staring at?"

Santos patted his shoulder and said, "Are you thinking about where to go tonight?"

"Needless to say?" Ma Zhaodi smiled confidently. "As a restaurant waiter with nothing, I casually learn to cook by following live broadcasts every night so that I can pretend to have a wife when taking photos."

".I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked that question."

"No, no, no," Rick said, suddenly joining in the fun. "Paycheck's due tonight, didn't you forget? Spend some money and go to the bar, find a pretty chick, buy her a few drinks, and spend the night somewhere nice. Isn't that better than staying home?"

"Or there's a party at my house," said the party-addicted Castro. "Lots of girls will be there."

"Oh, yes, salary is paid today." Ma Zhaodi's ears automatically filtered out unnecessary noise, and his head was filled with the three words "salary payment".

A whole month's worth of asset points will only be credited to his account after today's paycheck. Ma Zhaodi couldn't help but humming when he thought about receiving thousands of dollars in asset points.

　Look, it only knows how to pigeon, but not how to cut.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)