Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 79 I finally understand why I have to cover my face
Ma Zhaodi hasn't been having a good time lately.

It's not that something happened at the Red Dragon Restaurant, or that there was anything wrong with the cabin that Harvey Dent rented for him. In fact, his personal life was pretty good - he had a place to live, a car, a job, his life was generally not threatened, and he had some savings in his bank account. Although he had spent about 40,000 US dollars on the homeless children, the remaining money was still enough to fully meet his living needs.

The problem lies with him.

"Sir, no, please don't."

"Stop talking nonsense and give me that necklace of yours!"

"Okay, okay, don't shoot, please don't shoot."

"squeak--"

Ma Zhaodi braked the car to the side of the road and sighed.

Ever since I got the intermediate physical fitness enhancement, my daily life has become a lot more troublesome, and the more specific details are reflected in these areas.

Hearing more, seeing farther, and having a stronger body, the direct result is that he can no longer commute to get off work with peace of mind as before - even if he is sitting in the car, the sounds coming from nearby alleys, tunnels, and rooms can still reach his ears; the smell of blood, rot, and body fluids can also drift in through the car window with the wind; not to mention the places that were originally out of sight, he can now see them clearly from the rooftop after returning home.

In a sinful city like Gotham, it is quite a torture to have such sensitive senses and a normal conscience at the same time. Every time he goes to work or comes home from get off work, or in his free time outside, he can always detect some crimes happening - just like now.

"Ma Zhaodi, Ma Zhaodi, what are you doing? You should know very well that few superheroes have a good ending, and you don't have the ability to do it."

He muttered to himself and hesitated in the car for a few seconds - it was just a necklace, this kind of thing was not a big deal, maybe he didn't need to be a hero. You are not as fast as the Flash, not as rich as Batman, and not as strong as Superman - you will die if you float.

My original life was obviously not like this. I should have been polished smooth and round by the inexplicable world, slippery and ruthless; follow the rules, be cautious, and protect myself - I can't be friends with anyone, and I can't be an enemy with anyone. I don't need to express my opinions on everything, because that will always anger some people who like to express their opinions. I really don't have the energy and don't like to argue, so I am misunderstood as having no opinions.

Ma Zhaodi thought so, staring blankly at the car door.

My colleagues were all like this anyway, only talking endlessly when they were speaking for themselves, so I blended in with them, becoming the silent majority, daring only to grumble in a world where no one could scrutinize me. Because I knew that when I woke up, I would still have to face my own life—whether it was a brick that was a little too hot today, or there was a traffic jam on tomorrow's takeout. Life wasn't easy, so I finally retreated home and started writing my little piece.

I'm used to hiding.

When you are poor, you should take care of yourself; when you are rich, you should help the world. I am very glad that I am an incompetent person, so I have no right to grieve for the misfortunes of others - I have seen too many such misfortunes.

"And your wallet! Quick! Take it out!"

"well."

But since I came to Gotham, I found that this place is full of sad things. Since I came to this city, I realized that some things are still hard to tolerate, and I am not as tolerant as I thought.

Is it because I am too virtuous?

"Sir, please don't. This is worthless. My mother made it for me."

"Who cares about you? Just give it to me!"

bang bang
Ma Zhaodi delivered two decisive punches to the man's head, making him dizzy, and then delivered a quick and decisive knife strike, knocking him unconscious.

"You're the one who's so inhumane!" Ma Zhaodi spat at the gangster on the ground: "My silence doesn't mean I don't have any opinion on you!"

Ah, that’s so cool. I thought this line was so cool at that time.

Ah, how foolish! Just because I've gained some physical strength, I think I can be a hero—but any normal person wouldn't be able to stand hearing something so outrageous, right? Ma Zhaodi silently savored the feel of those three punches. He'd been holding back for so long, and these few punches felt so good.

He turned and walked away, secretly happy, leaving the astonished woman in the alley, staring blankly at the gangster on the ground and Ma Zhaodi's back.

"Hello, hello, Chief Gordon? I want to report a case. Yes, yes, I knocked out a robber. Yes, yes, he is such a scoundrel."

In just a few days, Ma Zhaodi's crime, no, his methods of justice evolved rapidly, becoming simple and crude, but highly effective - he spent three thousand US dollars in asset points to buy intermediate blowdart mastery, another two thousand US dollars in asset points to buy a blowpipe, and finally spent thirty thousand US dollars in asset points to upgrade intermediate stealth mastery to advanced stealth mastery.

Assassin's Blowpipe

Price: $2000 Asset Points

Note: Silent weapons, deadly weapons, great weapons, insidious weapons - legendary pirate Edward James Kenway]

"Hey, have you heard?" Ma Zhaodi listened to his colleagues' idle chatter in the restaurant. "Gotham City is never peaceful. They say there's a new, sinister road in Gotham City. Anyone who commits a crime near it is in trouble and faints for no apparent reason!"

"Is it so evil?"

"What do you think? I saw it with my own eyes. A fool with a gun in his hand walked up to the couple with the child. He just raised the gun in time, and then he fell to the ground! I didn't even see how he fell. Then the police car arrived and took him away."

"We have to be more careful from now on."

"Who said it wasn't? Everyone, be careful when you try to make money through illegal means in the future."

"Yeah. Oh, no, why do I smell something burnt?"

"Have it?"

"Yes," Ma Zhaodi nodded in agreement, "I feel like something's burning."

At this moment, the supervisor's angry voice suddenly rang out.

"You bunch of bastards! The restaurant is on fire! Why the hell don't you come put out the fire!"

"Oh, I'm going!"

That night, the night before Valentine's Day, the supervisor led the people in the restaurant to catch an arsonist. Ma Zhaodi looked at his face and felt that he looked a little familiar.

"Damn, you've only been in Gotham for a few days? And you dare to set fire to our restaurant? Are you tired of living?"

However, the other party just sneered.

"The one wearing glasses over there, yes, that's you. You dared to ruin my plan back then—I'll remember you. We still have a long way to go!"

　Chen Tao never expected that even if he traveled through time, he would actually become Batman himself.

　　As we all know, Batman is extremely smart, has extraordinary wisdom, and has extraordinary fighting skills. But - what does all this have to do with me, a time traveler?

　　oh! It's okay, I can inherit Batman's power and memories...? ! ? Wait, why are they all parallel universe versions?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)