Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 51 The medicine cures the disease
The flying bat shadow roamed the streets and alleys of Gotham. This was his daily routine every night. He patrolled the entire Gotham City, rescued some unlucky people who could be saved, broke the bones of a few criminals, and hung a few people on the tower.

This was a fairly ordinary day for him, but today was Thanksgiving, so there seemed to be very few crimes on the streets, and it seemed that even the criminals had families to spend time with, which made work a little easier tonight.

After finishing his patrol, he did not go back to his Batcave directly as usual. Instead, he stood among the high-rise buildings in Gotham and silently watched the lights in the dark night. The psychedelic neon lights and the smell of fireworks drifting from the small rooms intertwined into a unique festive atmosphere.

“Will there be anything good to be thankful for in the coming year?”

At this time, on the streets of Gotham City, Ma Zhaodi was carrying a paper bag filled with prepared cornucopias.

"It's okay. At least the Cornucopia this time isn't very recognizable. If I run into a psychopathic killer again, at least I won't be targeted by Batman."

Ma Zhaodi thought so and touched the disguise mask on his face and the mask on the mask. Next time he did this kind of work, he planned to disguise himself well and never let the perverted killer see his real face.

He didn't notice that a familiar figure appeared behind him again. He was still wearing a black round hat and a loose windbreaker. His face was blurred and he was wearing rough men's gloves on his hands.

The man in the windbreaker saw the paper bag in Ma Zhaodi's hand, walked up to him naturally, grabbed it, and then immediately turned around and turned into an alley.

"Fuck, whoever steals my abundance——"

Ma Zhaodi only felt his hand lighten, and then the cornucopia he had prepared disappeared. He subconsciously cursed and looked back, but he could only see a black shadow disappearing into the depths of the alley.

At the same time, a prompt indicating that the task was completed popped up immediately.

"The Cornucopia of Thanksgiving
Task introduction: Don’t think too much. This time, there is only one customer who needs the Cornucopia. If you do well, there will be a reward. If you do not do well, there will be no punishment.

Note: Low risk, high reward, this job is specially reserved for you. As for the last time - there was something wrong with your play.

Status: Completed (1/1)

Reward: A Horn of Plenty that continuously produces food, allowing you to survive in the harshest and most extreme environments. The food it produces can even provide a certain amount of life recovery and life-sucking effect when killing enemies - don't worry, it's not a magical item from this world, so there's no price to pay.

Ma Zhaodi looked at the Horn of Plenty in his hand. It was very big, extremely big. It looked as long as his calf and as thick as his thigh. He could even stuff half of his forearm into it through the opening.

Are there goats this big in the world? Ma Zhaodi had no idea. He bought his own goat horns from a store, but even so, they were not as big as the one in front of him. Carrying it on his body would be a bit too conspicuous.

"It's not easy to take this thing out."

"Add a camouflage effect to the Horn of Plenty for only one hundred asset points."

"You're just obsessed with money—wait, does a jack-o'-lantern have this effect?"

"The Jack-O-Lantern can be turned off with an additional effect. It only costs a hundred asset points."

".I already have a small pumpkin lantern that doesn't light up." On the night Batman found the restaurant, Ma Zhaodi took out an ordinary small pumpkin lantern that he customized from the mall. It looked like the magic pumpkin lantern, but it had no magic power.

With Batman's keenness, he would never dare to take out the magic pumpkin lantern directly. No matter whether the probability of exposure is 100% or 1%, there is a 100% chance of being discovered when he reviews the situation afterwards.

"Wait, let me check, the person is missing!"

Ma Zhaodi hurriedly put the Cornucopia into the system. He originally wanted to use the long-range reconnaissance props to follow the perverted murderer from a distance to see who he wanted to kill this time. However, he lost the person in just a moment of distraction.

Ma Zhaodi hesitated for a moment. Since there was no hope of tracking him, perhaps he could go back to the hospital and use the Horn of Plenty to treat Harvey Dent's wife, Greta?
No, after thinking about it carefully, it's not a good idea. The risk is too great. Harvey Dent has only met me once, so why would I suddenly show up at his door with some fruit?

He thought about it and took out the Horn of Plenty disguised as a popcorn bucket, ate the strawberries and went home.

As for why it wasn't popcorn, it was because the Corner of Plenty only produced fruits and flowers, not modern food or meat - this was quite regretful to Ma Zhaodi, as he had been counting on the Corner of Plenty to directly cover all his food expenses.

The good thing is that you don't have to buy groceries anymore. It's called "fruits," but it's actually "vegetables, fruits, and grains," because tomatoes and corn are both produced in the Corner of Plenty. The former is both a fruit and a vegetable, while the latter is a grain. Therefore, the Corner of Plenty can also produce other vegetables and grains.

He walked through the streets and passed by the window of the magnificent Astoria Tower Hotel. He heard the sound of clinking glasses and loud singing coming from inside. The sound was very familiar, and he spat subconsciously.

"Bah, these five wicked swordsmen will get their comeuppance sooner or later."

Of course, the guys who were feasting in the hotel room could not hear Ma Zhaodi's complaints. They all had smiles on their faces, and they were dressed in suits and ties, looking very well-dressed, completely different from the gangsters they had seen before.

The entire Irish gang celebrated and proudly talked about today's gains, mocking the prosecutor's stubbornness, Greta's credulity, Sheriff Gordon's anger, Batman's silence, and the incompetence and weakness of the entire judicial system.

"Today is Thanksgiving, I'll do it first!"

"Cheers to the Romans, the ones who paid for this damn feast!"

"To the Romans!"*4
The delicious food on the table was emitting steam. It was the Astoria Tower Hotel's special Thanksgiving turkey. The tempting aroma intertwined with the red wine in the glass, and the great joy of becoming rich overnight completely overwhelmed their heads. They became dizzy and almost completely drunk in this festive atmosphere.

Then the door opened.

The glasses in their hands smashed to the ground, and the high-end red wine spilled everywhere. Before they could cut the delicious turkey with a knife, several people panicked and reached into their arms, wanting to take out their pistols, but their upper-class tight-fitting suits seemed so cumbersome at this time, tightly wrapping their hands.

What a shame, Death's patience ends here.

"Bang!"

　supurise!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)