Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 57 Jason Todd
"Winter in Gotham City

Mission Description: Gotham City typically experiences ten months of rainy weather, plus two months of prolonged snowy season. These two months are a nuisance for some, a minor nuisance for others, and yet for some, a harsh winter requiring every ounce of effort to survive. For them, a bowl of porridge can mean a lifeline.

Note: Sima Xiangru, who was penniless, at least had a home. Sometimes, you can never imagine how cruel fate can be.

Status: In progress (0%)

Rewards: Will increase in tandem with task completion.

The food you cook adds the "festival" attribute. Every time an orphan receives food from you, the "festival" attribute effect will be strengthened by one hundred thousandth.

Additional Reward: For every thousandth of a power-up, you will receive one hundred US dollars in asset points."

"Mr. Duo?" Ma Zhaodi read the reward carefully and couldn't help but stare at the additional reward: "Why is it so generous this time?"

According to the settlement method provided by the system, 1% completion rate is 1,000, 10% is 10,000, and 100% is 100,000 - 100,000 US dollars in asset points. Even if the task progress is only halfway, it is still 50,000 US dollars in asset points.

As for the difficulty of the mission, Ma Zhaodi didn't think much about it. Anyway, the danger level was definitely not as high as the previous times.

As he thought this, he circled the street corner near the ruins of the burned building several times.

"Hey, where's my car?"

Ma Zhaodi scratched his head and searched for a long time, but the street corner was empty. Not to mention cars, even the tire marks were completely covered by the heavy snow. At this moment, Ma Zhaodi's mentality was a little broken.

"No, buddy? Who the hell is that fierce? My car has been here for so long, gangs don't dare to touch it, thieves don't dare to touch it, I can even use it as a door god. Which materialist stole it from me?"

"Isn't he afraid of bloodshed?"

At this moment, he glanced to the side and suddenly saw a familiar silhouette flashing on the road. The shape was very similar to his beloved car.

"No, I'm Chao! That's my car! This evil creature has gained intelligence and ran away from home!"

He immediately took a big step forward and rushed over. As a result, the car seemed to be about to stop at the corner, but seemed to be startled by his approach, and it started the accelerator again and sped onto the street.

"Where do you want to run to!"

At this moment, Ma Zhaodi was walking briskly. The blood-recovering effect of his healthy diet during this period seemed to not only affect the regeneration of his wounds, but his physique was also gradually returning to normal. He was no longer as thin and leggy as when he first arrived in Gotham, and even his mild myopia had completely disappeared.

The road was muddy and slippery due to the snow, which made it impossible for the car to speed up. This made it easier for him to chase. The man and the car chased each other on the streets of Gotham. All the passers-by looked at Ma Zhaodi chasing the car in front with his feet, and their faces remained calm. Some people even showed sarcastic smiles.

That's great, Gotham is still Gotham.

However, Ma Zhaodi was no rookie in Gotham. He was no pushover. While running, he wrote down all the passers-by who smiled at him in the system's notepad.

"You'd better not show up at the banquet I serve, otherwise you will know how cruel the powerful laxative produced by the system can be."

The chase lasted for a full fifteen minutes. The car drove into an alley and finally stopped inside. Ma Zhaodi followed the wheel tracks on the snow and chased in breathlessly. At this moment, his condition could not be said to be half-dead, but at least he could be said to be exhausted.

When he saw the car in the alley, he almost burst into tears, and the first thought that popped into his mind was not "I finally caught up with it", but "I finally don't have to run anymore."

There was no way around it. His athletic ability peaked in junior high school, began to weaken in high school, and completely became a loser after college.

He leaned against the car, breathlessly, and patted the glass weakly: "That's good. The most useful thing in the house knows to take the most useless thing out for exercise - am I giving you face?" However, it did not respond to Ma Zhaodi's accusations.

Ma Zhaodi did not ask any further questions. He searched the mall, trying to find something to exorcise evil spirits. However, when he looked at the ground in the alley, he found something wrong, because the ground here seemed to have been swept by someone.

The technique was light, but the movements were too hasty. Ma Zhaodi was an outsider and could not track such traces, but he could see the clues.

No, my car is not a spirit, someone still steals it.

He opened the car door and, as expected, saw wires pulled out from inside the car.

"This guy must be a newbie."

Thinking of this, Ma Zhaodi was not so anxious anymore. He found the tracking skill in the mall and spent 3,500 points to buy the intermediate tracking mastery. He also spent ten dollars to buy a car repair kit. The basic driving mastery had some content about vehicle repair, so this situation was easy to deal with.

He planned to chase after him to see who dared to steal his car.

On the white snow, a child was knocking hard on the old, broken iron door, looking anxiously and glancing behind him from time to time.

"Open the door! I'm Jason! Open the door!"

"Jason? Jason's back!"

Cheers were immediately heard from inside the door, and the sound of chains clinked. It seemed that the blocking method of this door was stronger than its own protective ability.

Ten seconds later, the door finally opened and a dirty little face poked out. Before he could take a closer look, Jason pushed him back inside.

"Stop dawdling! Someone's going to catch up and see us!"

"Who's chasing you? Wait, aren't you going out to sell cars—"

The companion watched Jason hurriedly lock the door with the rusty half of the iron chain, and then looked at him again. His bright eyes suddenly dimmed, and the words he wanted to ask stopped abruptly.

"Didn't the car sell?"

Jason paused, locked the door, and without even looking at him, walked straight in. However, after taking two steps, he suddenly stopped.

The inside of the leaky house was patched with newspapers and wooden boards like a patchwork quilt. Snow and water seeped down from the ceiling from time to time. The room was crowded with children. Their faces were sallow, they were thin and shriveled, and their clothes were tattered. They were huddled together around the fire to keep warm, and were looking at Jason, the smartest and strongest big boy, with expectant eyes.

Another older kid rushed over to him excitedly, hugged him, and asked, "Jason, did you sell the car we stole last time?"

Jason looked at the expectant eyes of his other companions and almost clenched his fist until it bled. His lips trembled twice and he didn't know what to say, because he knew that everyone was counting on his harvest today to have their first meal in three days.

"Sold."

A man's voice suddenly sounded.

"Please help me open the door. I am the cook he hired."

(End of this chapter)