Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 55 Batman is such a dog
"With friends like these, who needs enemies?"

Ma Zhaodi couldn't remember who said this or who it was directed at, but when he heard this, the first image that came to his mind was the person in front of him.

Batman has indeed lived up to expectations and proved time and time again that this sentence is the best description of himself.

Listen to what he said. There were three sentences. The first one was about monitoring an innocent citizen of Gotham City, a poor man whose wife was seriously ill, that is, Drake; the second one was about monitoring his best friend and one of his most solid allies, Harvey Dent; the third one was suspected to be Ma Zhaodi himself, the Pumpkin Man.

Does that sound like something a decent person would do? It certainly doesn't, but if you put it in Batman's shoes, it immediately makes sense.

It would be a bit far-fetched to say that Ma Zhaodi has any anti-detection awareness. He is just an ordinary short story writer. Whether it is eavesdropping or signal shielding, he relies on the software functions built into computers and mobile phones. But it is obvious that these means are not enough for Batman.

He didn't even know when a bug was installed on him, and the fact that he couldn't eavesdrop was the most obvious problem.

"Where did you put the bug?"

"It's been burned by fire."

fnndp, you can't believe a word Batman says.

"Now that you've got your eyes on me, there's no point in hiding, is there?"

Ma Zhaodi laughed at himself and vowed to mind his own business in the future. "Yes, I did steal the bounty that Falcone gave to the Irish gang. I kept nine thousand dollars, used the rest to repair his house, and buried the rest in his basement."

"Why only nine thousand?"

"That's the money I earned from making bombs and wiretapping. I have to recoup the costs, right? I'm not rich."

"But you didn't cooperate with the Irish gang." Batman listened to his answer and seemed to immediately understand the ins and outs of the matter. His tone was not a question, but a statement.

"Yes, the target of the eavesdropping was the Irish gang. Donny, who was greedy for money, picked up a metal lighter on the street. It was a very beautiful lighter and he liked it very much."

"But it wasn't found among the evidence—you stole it again."

"Yes, the night before the explosion at Harvey's house, I sneaked into their base with a fake bomb and replaced it with the high-powered bomb they had prepared. I also recovered the lighter they used for monitoring."

"why?"

Batman looked into Ma Zhaodi's eyes. His azure eyes reflected the image of a homeless, unlucky man. There was no madness, no chaos, no hysteria, no bad day, and no miserable life.

He doesn't have the qualities of a villain or a hero, he's just a little lonely and a little unlucky.

Still a little poor.

"why?"

Ma Zhaodi originally wanted to answer because Harvey Dent was a good man, but when he looked into the bat's eyes, he didn't say this perfunctory answer for a moment.

".Because I feel guilty."

He was silent for a moment, then replied, "A normal person should be a little selfish and have a conscience. I am considered a normal person."

"I was the one who burned down the factory. I thought there were counterfeit coins inside, so I set the fire. Harvey Dent took the blame for me this time. I didn't have the courage to stand up and tell Falcone that he had the wrong person, and I didn't know how to deal with it."

"So I thought I could minimize his losses as much as possible."

It's right, Batman thought, it's right.

"You didn't know that was where Falcone kept his dirty money." "I didn't know. I had no reason to go after the Romans' stolen money. I knew you wanted to ask about the pumpkin, so I might as well tell you about it. I did sell a small pumpkin on Halloween that night."

"The buyer's face was invisible. He wore a black round hat on his head and a loose windbreaker. His features were blurred. He wore rough men's gloves on his hands. Except for the hat, his whole body was gray."

"Do you have anything else to say?"

"A while ago, the cornucopia I made for Thanksgiving was snatched from the street, and he didn't even pay me."

At this moment, even Batman couldn't help but look sideways at Ma Zhaodi. Not many major events have happened in Gotham recently, and this guy has encountered every one of them.

"Why you?" a deep voice murmured, his mind racing. "Why you?"

"Maybe it's because we're close. If it wasn't me, it wouldn't make any difference if he bought it from a store." Ma Zhaodi shrugged. "I've said everything I can. If you don't have anything else to say, then let me go."

"One more thing, there's a—"

"Yes, yes, I recently brought food to poor Solomon. That big guy was a good guy. At least he didn't kill me with one punch. This kind of thing is not illegal. Are you going to investigate it too?"

Ma Zhaodi told everything he had done, and now he felt relieved. He was not a person used to keeping secrets.

"Now, Batman, what do you decide to do? Put me in jail? Or let me sleep in a hotel for one night?"

"I'll take you to a hotel in Burnley, open 24 hours a day—here's your $35,000, meant to be kept as evidence."

Ma Zhaodi did not reach out to take the purse. His mind was now completely focused on what Batman had said before.

"I'll take you to a hotel in Burnley"

"How are you taking me there? Ahem, I mean, I don't think I brought my car keys with me, so you'll have to provide your own transportation to take me there."

"Let me be clear in advance, I don't really like swinging from tall buildings. Of course, I'm not afraid of heights, I just don't like swinging around because I might vomit."

Ma Zhaodi said that the core idea of these two paragraphs is actually two words.

The Batmobile! The Batplane!

Although we should try to avoid contact with Chaoying and we should all live our own lives in the future, but I've been so unlucky tonight, so what's wrong with letting me have some fun?
It’s just a Batmobile or a Batplane. Super villains can ride it, but why can’t I?

When he thought of the two ferocious giant beasts, their hard bodies, smooth curves, cold metallic texture, and the roar and roar of their high-horsepower engines at full speed, Ma Zhaodi could no longer contain his excitement.

Specially built by Lucius, the crystallization of Wayne's cutting-edge technology, a Batmobile costing 1800 million US dollars, and a Batfighter costing 6000 million US dollars, isn't this more prestigious than any other luxury car?
Batman looked at Ma Zhaodi. The man in front of him suddenly became a little too excited. He began to suspect that there was some conspiracy.

"Don't ask any more questions. We'll be there when you wake up."

"what?"

"boom"

Batman swung a lightning-fast knife, and Ma Zhaodi fainted on the spot, with only a thought flashing through his mind.

"Batman is such a fucking dog."

The Batmobile is as shown in the picture (I know some friends may wonder why they can't see the picture. This is because the picture can only be viewed in the mobile app. If the phone can't see it, check if the app is not updated):

(End of this chapter)