Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 490 More money is needed

"I don't know chemistry, but I have a friend who knows a lot about it—why are you asking this?"

"Let's go find him."

Ma Zhaodi took out his phone and took a picture of the glass tubes, then put the compound back into the safe untouched.

"Let's leave first, so we don't run into anyone later."

The butcher was very dissatisfied with Ma Zhaodi's decision, but he had already memorized the safe's combination and secretly decided to go back and steal a potion himself.

The two went straight out of the room. Seeing that no one around them seemed to care, they left and got into their car to find the butcher's friend.

The car drove a long way, heading towards an increasingly remote factory area.

“I’m telling you,” the butcher in the car suddenly asked, “was what you fed the invisible man that day really a bomb?”

"Lianhua Qingwen is used to treat colds."

"I knew it. Aren't you afraid he'll figure it out?"

“He doesn’t dare to guess, at least not yet. I sent him two addresses.”

Actually, there should be three.

“He has a son who is ten years old this year.” Ma Zhaodi interrupted the butcher: “I know, but I didn’t send it.”

"why?"

"It's not a good thing to push someone to the brink. He has deep feelings for his son and should understand what I mean. He won't betray me, and I promise I won't touch his son."

The butcher glanced at Ma Zhaodi and shook his head meaningfully.

"You won't touch anyone."

"Secondly, he told me too much—the capsule was just to scare him, but the pain of his broken bones amplified his fear, so he said whatever he knew. If Vought International knew from me that he had so much dirt and information about the upper echelons of the heroes, he would definitely be silenced."

"It would be better to just kill him on the spot and save ourselves the trouble."

"It's hard to imagine what grudge Vought has against you."

squeak--

The car was parked in the back alley of an abandoned factory, and the butcher removed the car keys.

"That's it."

Ma Zhaodi glanced at the abandoned factory and couldn't help but sigh. The best possibility he could think of was to drive directly to the door of a chemical laboratory, but it was obvious that the butcher couldn't possibly make friends with someone like that.

"Who's your friend who's an expert in chemistry?"

"French, the Frenchman—a shady dealer, sells everything, weapons, drugs."

"You know I'm from the University of Tokyo, right?"

"so what?"

“If we happen to see your friend making ice when we walk in, I’ll break his arm.”

"."

The butcher looked at Ma Zhaodi in astonishment: "You hate him that much?"

"I simply dislike drugs."

The two knocked on the back door.

Good morning, darling.

A woman with black hair and blue eyes took off her sunglasses, smiled at the butcher, and the two seemed to know each other.

But she remained standing at the door, not letting the two of them in directly. Clearly, that smile was just a formality between acquaintances.

Is Franky there?

The woman didn't answer; she simply turned her head to look at Ma Zhaodi's face.

Her blue eyes were very beautiful, and her face had a slightly mixed-race look. Her cheekbones were a little sunken, and her smoky makeup covered up the dark circles under her eyes caused by staying up late. Her overall spirit was somewhat decadent.

But it's still very beautiful.

Her hand touched Ma Zhaodi's face.

"No disguise, no makeup."

Ma Zhaodi reached out and pulled at his face, rubbing his features: "The butcher sent me. If anything goes wrong, you can retaliate against him."

The woman smiled, turned around, and went inside.

Click, click——

The crisp sound of guns being assembled echoed in the basement, reaching the ears of the two men.

The butcher secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Luckily, Franky was fiddling with the gun, otherwise Ma Zhaodi could have really broken his arm. He could even beat an invisible man.

"Frankie, old friend, it's so good to see you."

"Butcher, what a surprise—did you bring the $40,000 you owe me?" "I've brought you a business deal, a deal far exceeding that $40,000."

The butcher looked at Ma Zhaodi to the side.

"As for what kind of business it is—he's the financier, he'll come and talk to you."

"The butcher is a rotten person, a complete rotten person."

Ma Zhaodi met Frankie's gaze and sighed, "They brought me here to pay off his debts."

"You're only just realizing he's a complete jerk?"

Franky sneered: "You have no money?"

I don't really want to pay it for him.

Ma Zhaodi reached out and tossed a small, round, golden object to Frankie.

Franky was almost ready to instinctively lie down and lunge to his side, but when his eyes caught sight of that golden light, he immediately used all his strength to fall towards the little thing and hug it to his arms, managing to keep it from falling to the ground.

thump—

Franky was still dizzy from hitting his head on the ground, but his eyes remained fixed on the ugly golden pumpkin.

"Consider this my payment, and I'll settle the butcher's debt with you. Please help me counterfeit a drug, as long as it looks similar. The faster the better, ideally within two days."

“No, no problem.”

Franky didn't even ask any questions; he just hugged the little golden pumpkin and grinned foolishly.

Ma Zhaodi took out his phone and placed it on the table; it was a photo of compound number five.

He patted the butcher on the shoulder again: "You owe me forty thousand dollars now."

The butcher, like the woman beside him, was dumbfounded; he hadn't expected Ma Zhaodi to be so rich.

Five minutes later, the two sides completed their initial exchange of intelligence.

"No, absolutely not."

Franky, who had previously cherished the golden pumpkin, now saw it as a hot potato and threw it back to Ma Zhaodi: "Vought Co. stuff? And it's about a huge secret concerning all the superheroes?"

"Really not?"

"You may earn it, but you may not live to spend it."

"Superman is on our side."

Frankie hesitated.

"Really?"

"The Invisible Man is now also an undercover agent on our side."

"Holy crap, how did they do that?"

"Don't ask questions, just tell me if you're interested or not."

"."

Ma Zhaodi threw out another golden pumpkin.

Boom!
"Damn it, let's do it!"

Inside the Vought Corporation building, Clark was talking to Starlight.

“I don’t like that feeling at all.” Starlight sighed: “Being given a mission list by Vought and forced to team up with Deep Sea, with cameras filming me while I’m on a mission—I’m a superhero, not a showman.”

“I can understand.” Clark handed him a cup of cocoa. “But if it’s really for doing good, these few conditions are tolerable.”

“I couldn’t help it.” Starlight sighed. “Last night, I saw a girl being abused by two men, so I went up and beat those two perverts up.”

"and then?"

“Then I got yelled at by Barrett. She said the victim couldn’t be found and the two perpetrators were now accusing me of beating them without cause, saying it was heroic violence.”

Clark was taken aback. He had experienced this before; Luther often used this tactic against him.

"Do you regret it?"

"Kind of."

Do you regret helping that girl?

"A little."

"Do you still want to be a hero?"

"I want to be one."

"amazing."

(End of this chapter)