Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 76: Which comes first, tomorrow or an accident?
While the two were talking, Ma Zhaodi, who was holding a plate in the cabin, was sweating profusely.

"The Romans are going to attack Maroni? A festival killer is triggering a massive gang war? Can something this big really be decided so quickly?"

"I'm going to have to work in Gotham next year. Will I be able to find a normal job besides being a thug next year? If I continue to be a waiter, I'm not going to be serving dishes during the day and getting shot at at night."

The two gangster bosses probably never imagined that a waiter with enhanced five senses could actually hear their conversation with his ears.

However, in the beginning, due to the simultaneous strengthening of the five senses, a large amount of complex information would flood into his brain at the same time, and overly complex scenes would occasionally cause his computer to crash - this problem troubled Ma Zhaodi for quite some time, which was somewhat similar to the Kryptonians who had just arrived on Earth.

Fortunately, he had plenty of time, and his level of enhancement was not as abnormal as Superman's, so after about ten days, he was basically able to adapt to his current physical condition.

"Just like Dad, you keep your friends close, but your enemies even closer, right, Carmine?"

As soon as he left Maroni, the Godfather heard a woman's voice in his ears.

"The same can be said about you and me, Cara." Falcone and the plump blond woman, heavily made up and adorned with gold and silver, hugged each other. "Even though you're my only sister."

Seeing his sister frown, Falcone didn't want to upset his family any further, so he changed the subject: "Have you seen Alberto? It's very late now."

"I saw him on the deck earlier." Kara took out a cigarette and a lighter to ease her irritability. Ever since she lost her son, her temper has been bad - perhaps only after she took equal revenge on the festival killer could her anger as a mother be calmed.

The godfather raised his eyebrows, and just when he saw a waiter he liked passing by, he waved to him: "Child, come here."

Ma Zhaodi's whole body froze. He had just wanted to continue listening to the trivialities of Gotham City's top gangster, but he didn't expect that the Roman would suddenly point it out, which made him exclaim in his heart, "Oh shit."

Is he so perceptive? I guess next time I will never listen to Roman gossip in front of others again.
"I remember you, my child; Alberto praised you, saying you were a good cook. So go ahead and fetch him from the cabin, and bring him to me."

Ma Zhaodi secretly breathed a sigh of relief. At least he was not recorded in the Romans' little notebook - although he had left a mark in their hearts, it was at least a positive one.

"no need."

At this moment, Kara Viti suddenly spoke.

"Anyway, I just happened to need some fresh air, so I'll go tell your son that his father is looking for him."

Looking at Carla Vitti who turned away and Maroni who was in a plaster cast in the crowd, Falcone took out a bill and told Ma Zhaodi to go back to work. After he walked away, he could still hear the Gotham underworld boss sighing softly while leaning against the counter.

"I am surrounded by such lovely snakes. If it weren't for Alberto, I would have no one to trust."

Alberto stood silently at the side of the ship, staring blankly at the sea in the night and the Gotham Harbor in the distance, wondering what he was thinking.

The cabin suddenly opened, and Kara Viti came out with a cigarette lit. The drifting smoke and tiny flames lit up for a moment and then went out again.

A gloved hand gently turned the retro old-fashioned light bulb, and in an instant, the light in this corner disappeared.

Pistol bullets shattered the baby's pacifier, breaking the silence of the night sky.

Alberto covered his wound and slid down the railing into the sea.

"Help! Someone come and save Alberto!" Carla Vitti's cry echoed on the cruise ship. At her feet lay a .22 pistol, a broken baby pacifier, two bullet shells, and a spilled model of champagne. Leaning over from the side of the ship, all she could see was bright red blood floating in the cold sea water.
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"Feel sorry."

Harvey, wrapped tightly in the wind and snow, opened the door. The cold air, broken snowflakes and Harvey's apology rushed into the house. Greda immediately ran out of the house.

"I'm late," he apologized to Greda as he took off his blue windbreaker and round hat and hung them on the hanger beside him. "I had some things to do at work today, so I was late."

"It's okay." Greta gently warmed Harvey's red cheeks with her hands. "You came back just in time—Hey, Harvey, why is your hair all wet?"

"It's snowing today."

Greta nodded and eagerly dragged Harvey into the house. "Oh, okay—come on, I have a little one."

"surprise."

As soon as the words fell, the two men walked into the room and came to the fireplace. The fire was burning brightly, and the red flames were illuminating the two men. They were wearing festive pointed hats and raised their glasses to Harvey.

"The Gordons.?"

Harvey didn't come forward to greet him. Instead, he turned and left, heading towards the kitchen. Greta was a little overwhelmed by his reaction. She gently called out from behind, "Little Harvey?"

"I'll uh-I'll go see if he needs any help in the kitchen."

Sheriff Gordon saw something, explained, put down the wine glass in his hand, and walked towards the kitchen.

The two housewives stayed in the living room, chatting with each other about their daily lives, their New Year's wishes, and their relationships with their husbands. Since Harvey came home early and planned to have a child with her, Greta had a lot more smiles on her face.

"Jim's niece, Ba, was on vacation and staying with us—she was old enough to look after the kids, so we finally got to sneak away for a night."

"I think Harvey might also want a little troublemaker who can annoy people." Greda showed a shy smile on her face.

"Ah, you're planning to have a baby. Congratulations."

"Have you ever stood in front of an open refrigerator, Jim?" Harvey asked, standing in front of the open refrigerator door in the kitchen, "looking for something that's been right in front of you the whole time?"

Jim Gordon took off his hat. He was familiar with Harvey's expression. Every time he showed this expression, it meant that something important had happened.

"What happened, Harvey?"

"We need to talk, Jim." Harvey turned his head, his expression serious, half of his face was illuminated by the light from the refrigerator, and the other half was sunk in dark shadows.

"We need to talk about Bruce Wayne."

P.S. Don't spoil the story! This is very important for Detective Comics!
　These two chapters are mainly plot-advancing chapters. They are important plots in the comics and are not easy to change, so they may seem a bit watery. Sorry. Then, to express my apology, I will rush out this chapter tomorrow morning and post it.

　　
　
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