Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 2 As long as I have no money, no one can steal from me

"Speaking of which, where did this initial capital of seven dollars come from? I don't have any dollars on me."

Ma Zhaodi carefully felt his pocket and suddenly found that the more than 50 yuan he had put in his pocket after buying cigarettes was missing.

"Okay, okay, I thought it was a free initial capital, but it turns out the wool comes from the sheep."

But on the bright side, at least his outfit of shirt, trousers and jacket fits in well in Gotham, and there's nothing special about it that would attract any attention.

He sighed and casually bought the basic proficiency in English and the local identity. Without these two things, with his English level, he would have difficulty getting around in the local area - he also bought the quick life recovery and save point.

"Special reminder: You can enable the save point forward feature for subsequent missions, so don't be stingy with your save points. 20 save point reads can be distributed across five different time points, so please arrange them appropriately. The current time is a safe time node. You won't encounter any danger within half an hour, and you won't be able to save your save points. Please don't worry."

Looking up at the sky, thick clouds obscured the sunlight. He could only discern from the dim light that it was night, but he couldn't tell exactly what time it was. Ma Zhaodi had no choice but to head out of the station. He remembered seeing a clock tower on the train. Perhaps once he left the station, he would be able to tell the current time.

After taking two more steps, his pace gradually slowed down. In the previous second, the noisy voices coming from all directions in the station were still inexplicable noises, but in the next second after he had mastered the basic English, these voices became fragmented conversations that the brain could naturally understand, just like the city sounds heard in China.

This novel feeling made Ma Zhaodi, who had just passed the Level 6 English test, feel very interesting. He thought about some English-related learning content and felt that his tattered English had been patched up by the system, and now it was like a broken bicycle that was not very useful but very fast.

But this is only because he himself is not yet used to it. In fact, his accent and handwriting are already relatively standard American English. Once he gets used to it, the broken bicycle will be upgraded to a convenient electric scooter.

Thinking that he might still have the identity of a Gotham native, he searched his pockets again and found that his pockets were as clean as his face.

He looked carefully again and found that his identity information and documents, including his driver's license and social security card, were stored in Start from Scratch. If he wanted to take them out, he just had to think about it, and the same was true if he wanted to put them back.

"Finally, there's something humane about it."

Ma Zhaodi, who had never seen a foreign driver's license before, reached into his coat pocket, took out his own driver's license after a few seconds, looked at it curiously, and then put it back. He now urgently needed to find a livelihood in Gotham, otherwise he would starve to death from lack of food and water, or freeze to death on the street because he had no place to live, before he was killed by gangs, terrorist organizations, killer groups, super criminals or ordinary robbers and murderers.

After all, he didn't know how homeless people in the United States usually live, and there were no harmless homeless people in Gotham City.

Of course, he might gradually become familiar with the life of a homeless person in the future. After all, he doesn't have much property locally, so it's not surprising that he becomes a homeless person.

It is worth mentioning that although some homeless people can receive relief after submitting federal income tax returns and providing valid bank account information, unfortunately, although the system provided an account for Ma Zhaodi, he did not earn any money, so he did not pay taxes.

Only after walking out of the bustling platform did Ma Zhaodi truly see the close-up of the city.

Fine rain dripped from the sky, covering the city in the dark night with a thin misty veil. Cars and motorcycles sped past on the glittering streets from time to time. The lower half of the densely packed high-rise buildings around were shrouded in the light and shadow of the city, while the upper half was hidden in the darkness. Only the headlights could vaguely illuminate the four corners of the buildings.

Thick smoke rose from factories in the distance. Nearby lay low-rise slums, with barely a single light among the dingy buildings. From the alleys came the occasional sobbing, the sounds of beatings, and gunfire. Homeless people often found their camps here, living in makeshift tents in abandoned factories, under bridges, and other derelict buildings, keeping warm by burning old newspapers and tattered books in waste oil drums.

Ma Zhaodi looked up at the distance. Amidst the flickering screens and signs, the clock tower read nine o'clock at night. It was clear he wouldn't find a job today; he'd have to wait until the next morning. "This is a ridiculous start."

An evening breeze blew, bringing with it the chill of icy mist. Ma Zhaodi staggered with the cold and could not help but stuffing his hands back into his coat pockets. He curled up and tried to think hard, but he had no idea where he should spend the night. He would definitely be driven away from a street that was too busy, but it would be easy to encounter danger in a corner that was too deserted.

"Is there no other way?"

He carefully browsed the system and found that it had a shopping mall. After opening it, he could find almost everything that could be bought and not bought, from small items such as daily necessities and knives to large items such as special abilities and extraordinary items. As for the things below, Ma Zhaodi did not look at them because he could not afford them anyway.

There are only three dollars available in the system. Judging from the current situation, I will probably have to sleep on the streets tonight.

Ma Zhaodi was walking and looking through the cheaper items in the mall, when he suddenly realized that his driver's license was missing from his pocket.

"?"

He was pretty sure he hadn't taken his driver's license back, so it should still be in his jacket pocket.

"Are you there?"

Ma Zhaodi turned his shirt over and over with both hands, but still couldn't find his driver's license. He was so anxious that he almost cursed. At this moment, his hand suddenly touched his trouser pocket.

"?"

"Here?"

It took him a few seconds to understand what had happened. He had just arrived in Gotham City and had been robbed by a local thief within a hundred meters of walking from the station to here.

Then the thief found that his pockets were as clean as his face, so he put his driver's license back into his trouser pocket.

It's so funny that he didn't notice the whole process of the theft at all.

But then again, this also reminded him that a skilled thief might be able to steal the money in a wallet, the watch on the wrist, and the mobile phone in the pocket, but obviously, he couldn't steal the money of a poor person.

As long as you remain penniless, you are invincible.

If you encounter a robber, he might look in his pocket and take out a few dollars to buy you something to eat out of sympathy.

(End of this chapter)