Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 43 Introduction to Recycling

"Boom"

Dull thunder exploded in the dark clouds of Gotham City. Pale lightning suddenly illuminated this sinful city in the rainy night, and also illuminated the shadow of a bat that streaked across the sky.

"Santos, this is your salary for this month, take it."

"Thanks, Philip."

"Rick, come here and remember to stop causing trouble at parties. We'll have to go to the police station every time to get you two out."

"Okay, okay, got it."

“Castro.”

When the supervisor looked at the staff and saw Ma Zhaodi with an excited face, his heart ached subconsciously. Now every time he saw him, he would subconsciously think of the brilliant shot in the fight that day and the expensive high-end chandelier.

"Mama Zhaodi, why are you so excited?"

“Because today is the day for payroll.”

"I have to remind you that your salary has already been advanced at the beginning of the month. Don't think I will pay you twice."

"The one at the beginning of the month is about money, and the one at the end of the month is about happiness. This is a sense of ritual, Philip. A sense of ritual is very important."

The supervisor had a bewildered look on his face. He tried hard to understand Ma Zhaodi's strange train of thought, but after thinking for a long time, he still couldn't figure it out. Finally, he could only shake his head: "In any case, even if your salary has been paid-"

Ma Zhaodi stared at the supervisor's mouth, waiting excitedly for him to say those words. For him, the feeling of thousands of points of assets being credited to his account was undoubtedly a happy one.

"Click"

The sound of breaking glass seemed extremely sharp and piercing at this moment. Ma Zhaodi turned his head subconsciously in panic, but could only see a dark shadow crashing into the restaurant from the night.

The supervisor is different from Ma Zhaodi. He has rich experience in fights and can pay attention to many details.

For example, a few bat-shaped darts shooting at high speed.

"Batman!"

He suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart. As a gangster who had been in Gotham for a long time, he had seen this bat once. That time, he lay in bed for three months.

When he realized the arrival of the bat, he immediately recalled the painful memory of his broken bones last time. He vaguely remembered that last time, the bat's approach was to turn the entire venue into its home - a completely dark environment.

Thinking of this, his gaze involuntarily turned to the luxurious chandelier that had just been installed. At this moment, the passage of time seemed to become unusually long for him. The flying image of the bat dart became so clear in his mind that even though his eyes could not keep up with the fast-flying dart, his brain had subconsciously filled in its trajectory.

So he could only watch with despair as it hit the chandelier unwaveringly, and squeezed out a desperate wail from his throat.

"Do not--!"

"Clap-"

A series of shattering sounds were heard, and the huge crystal chandelier suddenly fell to the ground, scattering like water and exploding into tiny, glittering gem fragments.

Although it was rude to say this, the supervisor's voice at this moment made Ma Zhaodi feel as if he had traveled back to that rainy night a few days ago.

It seemed as if I could hear familiar music again.

"Snowflakes are falling, the north wind is howling—"

Ah, that's strange, why did I say "again"? "Batman!"

In the darkness, the supervisor's roar rang out again, just like the last time.

"God damn bastard! I'm going to kill you! Do you know how long ago that chandelier was repaired—"

Batman remained unmoved and continued to pounce calmly, knocking to the ground a waiter who had reacted quickly and had already drawn his gun. He swung his fist as big as a sandbag and threw a powerful hook punch, hitting the waiter's mandible accurately. The trigeminal nerve connected to it was immediately stimulated and quickly transmitted to the cerebellum, which controls balance. The enemy was knocked to the ground by such a heavy punch, dizzy and unable to get up.

After knocking down an enemy with one punch, he flashed and appeared silently behind another enemy like a ghost in the night, aiming at the back of the enemy's neck with another knife, and then the second enemy was also knocked unconscious by the blow.

"Boss! Boss, are you okay?"

Ma Zhaodi groped in the darkness and shouted to his supervisor, his voice filled with tears.

"Help! Help! The supervisor has collapsed again! Call an ambulance!"

"roll!"

Hearing Ma Zhaodi crying again, the supervisor's eyes suddenly went dark and his low blood pressure rose instantly, solving the problem of him not having high blood pressure yet.

"You're okay! That's great! Director,"

At this moment, Batman had knocked down seven or eight waiters in the restaurant. Although he was unarmed at this time, he fought like a tiger among a flock of sheep, crushing them in one fell swoop.

"Use the muzzle flash to shine him out!" someone shouted, and in the next second, his hands holding the gun were immediately firmly grasped, a finger pressed against the back of his trigger, preventing him from shooting, and the other hand tightly grabbed his wrist like a vise and twisted it lightly.

"Ah! It's broken! My hand is broken!"

The intense pain made him curl up in the dark, trembling in fear while holding his severed hand.

Then comes the next one.

"Don't come over here, don't come over here, you bastard!"

One enemy seemed to have learned some fighting skills. After Batman kicked a gun-wielding colleague beside him and broke his ribs, he kneed him in the back.

Batman dodged sideways, grabbed his calf, straightened the leg, and hit the knee with a fierce elbow.

"Gaba"

"My legs! My legs!"

The crisp sound of broken bones immediately made everyone present tremble in their hearts, but Batman's attack was still not over. The crisp sound of broken bones, screams, and the dull collision of fists and human bodies resounded in this dark space. The shrill thunder rumbling outside the window was even more terrifying.

Strong winds and icy raindrops flew into the room through the broken windows. No one knew whether their hands were shaking from the biting cold or from fear, but all the bullets seemed to have indeed flown into the air. The ghostly bat shadow seemed to be really like a monster in some urban legend. No one could see it clearly, no one could catch it, and it was hunting the gang members in the restaurant like an experienced hunter.

"What the hell are you doing?!"

Batman didn't answer. There was no point in talking at this moment. Only by making everyone unable to move could he proceed with his interrogation.

However, the supervisor was not shouting this at Batman.

"Just one sentence, just one sentence! Quick! Otherwise it will be too late!"

Ma Zhaodi pleaded with his supervisor in despair, "Hurry up and tell me you've paid me! I've finally worked for a whole month!"

(End of this chapter)