Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 311 Awakening
As the saying goes, technology changes lives.

After spending one million asset points to buy an Autobot, Ma Zhaodi completely agreed with this statement.

As a specially customized version of the Autobot, Xiao Yu—this name is too feminine. Even after spending three months with this new Earth-native Cybertronian companion, Ma Zhaodi is still not used to calling her by this name, so he still prefers to call her Sanbengzi.

The three-wheeled vehicle was almost the perfect vehicle in Ma Zhaodi's dreams.

Besides her most commonly used three-wheeled form, her transformation forms also include an electric wheelchair, an electric bicycle, a winged jetpack, and more. In the future, she can even spend asset points to add more forms.

Technology changes lives, and cutting-edge technology can revolutionize your life.

The Autobots' technology is undoubtedly cutting-edge. Compared to the Earth engine provided by the previous system overhaul, the Cybertronian power system of the three-wheeled vehicle allows Ma Zhaodi to fly on the ground while riding a bicycle, with speeds reaching over 180 miles per hour, or 300 kilometers per hour—and that's not even her limit.

Moreover, she herself is the most reliable driving system, so Ma Zhaodi doesn't have to worry about the risk of overturning at all. She can take both hands off the handlebars and let the tricycle operate on its own. Even if the speed is really at its maximum, she can still navigate through the crowded city with ease. It is for this reason that Ma Zhaodi no longer needs to purchase a master-level motorcycle driving proficiency certificate.

As for the computing power support she provided for the hacker's two-piece set, it goes without saying that the silicon-based life form thrived in the cyber world. The large array servers in the technology company were no match for the small touchscreen phone in his hand.

Of course, there are advantages, but there are also disadvantages.

"Dumb Cat, go cook me two dishes."

"Boss, where's my cat food?"

"Okay, I'll make it for you in a bit."

Ma Zhaodi sighed and walked towards the toilet. The daily feeding routine between him and the cat was exhausting for him, because he had to eat the cat food that the cat ate, but the cat could eat the cat food that he made.

There's no way around it; the silly cat's cooking skills affect the bonus effect of the cat food, so it has to learn as it goes. As for the food it makes, Ma Zhaodi is the only one who can take care of it.

Every day, smelling the aroma of the cat food he made and eating the dishes cooked by the silly cat, Ma Zhaodi often had the thought of exchanging his cooking skills with the silly cat's.

However, when he entered the restroom, the sight before him made his eyes widen in horror.

"You three-wheeled vehicle! Give me back my luxury automatic toilet!"

"What are you yelling about? It was just two slashes with an alloy sword. The cut is so smooth, you can piece it back together yourself with egg white."

Ignoring Ma Zhaodi's screams, the three-wheeled vehicle casually swiped its hand—transferring a thousand US dollars from the stock market and ordering a new toilet online.

For her computing power, any asset on the internet is no different from a child's game.

"You'd better hurry up and cook, Master." She chuckled and slipped out of the house, transforming back into her tricycle form. "It'd better sell out today's snacks as soon as possible—Barry Allen's health test data seems to have changed."

"He's going to wake up."

“You say that every day, Cisco.”

In the lobby of Star Labs, Caitlin and Cisco stood by Barry Allen's bedside. Cisco looked at the numbers on the monitor and confidently declared that Barry would wake up, while Caitlin disagreed.

“Sisco, I know you’re a genius, but you’re good at physics and mechanics.” Caitlin shook her head as she looked at the data on the monitoring instrument. “I’m in the field of biology, and my medical knowledge is better than yours—and I still think that Barry’s data hasn’t changed much. He could wake up at any time, but not necessarily now—just like a few months ago.”

“No, no, I really saw his eyelashes twitch just now,” Cisco emphasized. “Unless I slept too late last night and am feeling dizzy today, he was definitely going to wake up.”

Caitlin rolled her eyes, returned to her seat, and picked up a piece of ox tongue pastry: "The facts will prove everything."

“The facts will prove me right,” Cisco emphasized, as he returned to his seat and turned on the stereo.

"Can't read my, Can't read my, No he can't read my poker face~"

Music suddenly blared in the hall. Caitlin looked at Cisco, blinking in confusion. "Why are you playing Poker Face? What are you doing?"

"Oh." Cisco took a smug bite of osmanthus cake. "Because he likes this song."

"how do you know?"

“I saw it on his Facebook page—you said he might be able to hear you, right?”

“Well,” Caitlin replied, “hearing is indeed the sensory organ that declines the slowest.”

Barry felt his head was very heavy.

For a long time now, there have been two little people buzzing and arguing in my head. They've been arguing for a while, but it seems like they haven't come to a conclusion.

"What are you doing?"

The female voice in my head gradually became clearer.

"Because he likes this song."

The man's voice reached his ears.

Barry's eyelids twitched slowly as he realized the voice was coming from right next to his ear.

He gradually regained consciousness.

The man and woman continued chatting until Barry opened his eyes and sat up instinctively.

Cisco was startled by Barry's sudden standing up, but then immediately became happy.

"Holy crap—I knew it!"

Where am I?

Looking at the unfamiliar laboratory environment, Barry subconsciously reached out and removed the monitoring sensors from his body and forehead. Caitlin paused for two seconds before helping him remove them.

“Dr. Wells, come to the surgery department immediately—Barry is awake.”

Cisco turned on the walkie-talkie, spent a few seconds briefly explaining the current situation to the doctor, and then ran back to the bedside.

"His pulse is over 110, reaching 120." Caitlin, holding a flashlight, quickly checked Barry's condition: "His pupils are also reacting to light—"

The two of them had left Barry completely bewildered. He instinctively got out of bed, stood on the ground, breathing rapidly and looking dazed.

“Calm down, man.” Cisco quickly reassured him, “You’re fine, this is Star Labs.”

"Star Labs?"

The word immediately triggered Barry's memories. The night flashed through his mind: the towering flames from the direction of the particle accelerator, the loud noise, the explosion, the thunder, and the city plunged into darkness. And the golden lightning bolt that fell from the sky.

He looked at the two people in front of him and subconsciously asked the question that had been bothering him.

"who are you?"

(End of this chapter)