Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 309 A Powerful and Imposing Organization Name is Essential
"Today, the Zhongcheng City Police successfully dismantled a large criminal gang network in the city, the 'Cossatella Family.' It is understood that this gang is a branch of the Italian Mafia, and its key members have a history of..."

The morning sunlight streamed into the rented room, and the television screen was broadcasting the morning news. The host's voice rose and fell with emotion, and the positive content was inspiring. All of this made the residents of the city feel safer and happier.

Of course, these are just the perspectives of the general public.

In front of the television, Ma Zhaodi and Daimao, one human and one cat, each held a toothbrush, their mouths rimmed with white foam, and their toothbrush cups in their hands. Their eyes were glazed over, their mouths agape as they stared blankly at the television screen, their brushing motions unconsciously ceasing.

At this moment, the eyes of Dai Mao and Ma Zhaodi were a mixture of four parts contemplation, three parts bewilderment, two parts clarity, and one part disbelief.

The synchronization rate reached almost 100%.

"What the hell is the Central City Police Department doing?" Ma Zhaodi stared intently at the news report on TV, trying to grasp the abstract information it conveyed: "They wiped out that gang?"

What are you doing?

"As for it?"

"Did this group storm the police station? Or did they try to assassinate the mayor?"

"Could it be tax evasion?"

He and the silly cat stared at each other, completely baffled, their confusion deepening.

"Boss, boss, has the Central City Police Department gone mad? Or is it that the police chief and you are actually half-brothers?"

“If this were yesterday, I would tell you that this is not Gotham, and the morale of the citizens and municipal staff would not be at that level—but yesterday is over.”

Ma Zhaodi turned his head to look at the scene on the TV screen where a large number of gangsters were being escorted into police cars, and put the toothbrush back into his mouth.

"But today—I'm not feeling well."

After brushing his teeth, Ma Zhaodi picked up his phone to see if there was any information about the details of the anti-gang operation—and at that moment, he finally saw hundreds of messages in the group chat boasting about their achievements.

"How so? I told you this idea would work, didn't I? In a capitalist country like the United States, where everything is about money, money can make the devil turn the millstone."

"You know what, you really shouldn't say it."

"One thing to say, one thing to say, indeed."

"You've done a great job this time, so I'll do a small one, okay? I'm on good terms with a police officer from a mid-sized city police station, and I got him to pass on firsthand information to his superiors."

"Well, then I have something to say. I happen to know a senior classmate who works as a housekeeper in the homes of municipal government officials. Isn't he very useful?"

"Well, I have something to say too. I contributed a full 500,000, shouldn't I get credit for that?"

"That's true."

"Rich guy is awesome!"

“The boss is awesome!”

"Sigh, it's all thanks to our Liu Zi team's unity."

"Fnndp, you weren't like this when you stole my braised pork before."

"Sigh, you guys are something else." Ma Zhaodi sighed, "Go ahead and do whatever you want, you living dads."

"Who can beat you guys? After you wiped out the Italian mafia, the only reason I can wander around the city is to outwit my crazy clients."

That being said, the intentions of those who left behind their children were indeed genuine.

"Brothers, brothers, I am very grateful to you for standing up for me when I saw injustice, and I am also very grateful to you for spending a huge sum of money to persuade the Central City Police Department." Ma Zhaodi's fingers flew across the screen as he sent a message in the group: "The total amount everyone contributed is two million - you all keep track of your respective amounts and send them to me, and I will reimburse you for the money."

"What the heck?" One of the shopkeepers was shocked upon seeing the message. "Old Ma has two million? How did he earn that?" "Isn't that obvious? With his pastry-making skills, he could earn two million anywhere!"

"Damn, so a good chef can make this much money."

"You already have so much money, why are you still setting up a stall?"

Looking at the message, Ma Zhaodi was thinking about what excuse to come up with, but after a moment, an idea suddenly came to mind.

"Wait a minute, since this group of people has managed to build such a bizarre and unorthodox network of relationships through a bit of diplomacy, their intelligence network must be incredibly well-informed?"

Thinking of this, Ma Zhaodi suddenly realized that the sky was vast and the earth was wide, birds were singing and flowers were blooming—geniuses like Liu Zi in the group, who are born free, should be allowed to fly high!

"Hey guys, all eyes on me, I have something to announce!"

The group of Liu Zi immediately fell silent and looked at Ma Zhaodi's portrait.

"Someone just asked me why I came to the city center to set up a stall—to be honest, I have two friends who recently left their cities."

"After they set off, the two of them disappeared without a trace. All I know is that they ended up in the city center, and that's why I came here to set up a stall in order to find those two friends."

“My friends are a couple, a man and a woman, the man is named Derek Lane and the woman is named Camilla Lane—and I still haven’t been able to find them.”

"Finding someone, isn't that easy?"

One of the members immediately replied in the group: "Don't underestimate our intelligence network."

"You know what, you really shouldn't say it."

"One thing to say, one thing to say, indeed."

"It's just about finding someone. I, the second-in-command of the Flying Roujiamo Dim Sum Gang, will help you."

"What makes you think you're the second-in-command?"

What kind of weird name is "Flying Roujiamo Dim Sum Gang"?

"So does that mean we're a gang? I still think 'Dragon Group' sounds more impressive."

"Brother, you just escaped from the museum?"

Seeing the group chattering away again, with messages increasing rapidly at a rate of hundreds per minute, Ma Zhaodi sighed and put his phone away.

"She's still very enthusiastic, but she's just too much of a troublemaker."

However, another three months quickly passed, and despite the city's extensive and intricate network of connections, there was still no news of the Drakes.

"I don't understand."

Ma Zhaodi and Dai Mao sat on small stools by the food cart. He carefully searched through the documents on his phone: "We've searched everywhere, whether it's actual manhunts or police and municipal archives. A master-level computer shouldn't have missed any clues."

"Where did they go? Did they somehow travel to Star City?"

No, the search area is limited to the central city.

"I don't understand."

Just as he was racking his brains trying to figure it out, an old acquaintance came to the dining car again.

"Old Ma," the gaunt man said in a low voice, "the usual, ten pastries."

(End of this chapter)