Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 313: When acquaintances meet, they are particularly jealous
"For superheroes, using their abilities to do good is like instinct, isn't it?"

Looking at the video footage, Ma Zhaodi could clearly see that although the police station's cameras were not high-speed cameras, the images were processed by the three-wheeled vehicle, and he could clearly see that the criminal's hand had gripped the officer's gun—then the criminal seemed to be hit by something unseen, and the gun was released from his hand as a result.

“He hasn’t even learned how to use his superpowers, or even realized he has them, yet he’s already using them to help others.” Ma Zhaodi turned off the video: “He was born to be the Flash; only someone with his kind of heart can control such an easily out-of-control power.”

He patted the three-wheeled vehicle, and after this period of cooperation, the other party immediately understood and quickly transformed back into a motorcycle, while the silly cat jumped directly onto Ma Zhaodi's head.

"Let's go, three-wheeled vehicle!"

"Three-wheeled vehicle, let's go, meow!"

"I told you to call me by my name!"

When Ma Zhaodi arrived at the entrance of the Gold Bank on his motorcycle, the bank was still an hour away from closing.

“Daily deposit is the way it is,” Ma Zhaodi remarked, and without even locking the car, he took the silly cat straight into the bank.

"Hello, I want to deposit money."

Is it still the same account?

"That's right, deposit two thousand."

The bank manager was all smiles and provided excellent service—how could he not? This person came to deposit money every two days, depositing two thousand each time, and had been doing so for nine months. Now, his account had hundreds of thousands of dollars.

What normal American has ever seen someone like this? They do have big clients who spend lavishly in their daily lives, but this is the only one who has accumulated wealth through small investments.

"Please wait a moment, Mr. Ma, it will be ready soon."

The silly cat was quietly perched on Ma Zhaodi's head. To others, it looked like an ordinary Siamese cat—three months had passed, and the silly cat's acting skills had become superb.

It looks like a cat now, at least.

Just as Ma Zhaodi was waiting quietly, the cat on his head suddenly stirred—its two cat ears twitched slightly, and it turned sharply toward the bank entrance, listening quietly to the sounds there. Then it gently stretched out its paw and stepped on the back of Ma Zhaodi's head.

"Boss, boss."

"Keep your voice down, don't make a fuss."

Ma Zhaodi's lips parted slightly as he whispered to Dai Mao, "So many people are watching."

"No, boss," the silly cat whispered, "I smell something weird, meow."

"Ok?"

When Ma Zhaodi heard Dai Mao's words, he frowned slightly. Just as he was about to turn his head to look at the door, Xiao Yu's voice came through his earphones again.

“Old Ma, a blond man wearing a baseball cap and a black jacket just entered the bank. He was driving a black Mustang, and according to the in-car camera, he should have been carrying a gun.”

"Okay. But we can't be sure he's here to rob a bank, right?"

"Wait a minute—Old Ma, all the security cameras in the bank have short-circuited, I can't see you now!"

Upon hearing the faint rumble of an engine in his earpiece, Ma Zhaodi immediately stopped them, saying, "Three-wheeled vehicle, don't come in yet, don't rush."

“Old Ma, you’re just a mortal now.” The three-wheeled vehicle was in no mood to argue about how she was addressed. Her tone was urgent: “The battle suit form exists for times like this.”

"Never mind whether you want to enjoy the fight or not," Ma Zhaodi said in a low voice, "You need to understand that this city is going to adopt a sci-fi style starting today. If we need you to handle even a bank robber, what are we going to do in the future?"

During their conversation, the man had already taken a piece of paper and walked towards the bank counter.

“There’s no time to argue anymore. Sanchezi, you stand by—don’t worry, I have my cat with me, it won’t really be sent.” As Ma Zhaodi said this, he saw the bank manager walk over.

"Your business is complete, Mr. Ma," she said with a smile. "Welcome to visit our bank again."

"Thank you."

After finishing his business, Ma Zhaodi casually tucked the silly cat into his arms before daring to activate his master-level stealth ability—now, no one in the entire bank noticed him at all.

The man then followed the queue to the counter.

The slightly overweight Black receptionist wore a professional smile. Although she was quite old, she gave off a friendly, neighborhood vibe. She asked the man, "Hello, how can I help you?"

Ma Zhaodi saw the man, who had been keeping his head down, hand over the note in his hand.

"This is...a robbery?"

The receptionist read the message written on the note, then looked up at the man with slight confusion—he wasn't holding a knife or a gun.

"Is this a joke?" The receptionist frowned. "Kid, this is not funny."

The man finally raised his head and looked directly at the receptionist.

"What do you say?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a thick fog suddenly filled the bank. Just three to five seconds later, all that was left in Ma Zhaodi's vision was a hazy white mist.

"Holy crap, something's not right. These aren't ordinary robbers, these are...!"

"Boom!"

A sudden, deafening roar echoed through the sky. Before Ma Zhaodi could even get to the bank, its massive glass dome shattered instantly by the wind and thunder. White mist was blown away, and a gale-force wind and raindrops, carrying shards of glass, swept into the bank, filling every corner.

As all the electrical appliances in the bank began to go black and malfunction during the thunderstorm, Ma Zhaodi finally understood how the bank's security cameras had failed.

As the lights went out, the bank was plunged into darkness. The unusually strong winds continued to blow, and even the daylight outside was obscured by thick clouds. At this point, the visibility inside the bank was almost no different from that of night.

But Ma Zhaodi could still see the robber's face in the occasional flashes of lightning: short blond hair, a fierce expression—and his usual arrogant and violent eyes.

"Damn, it's an old acquaintance."

Ma Zhaodi recognized the other person at a glance, because the last time the two met was also at a bank, and the other person was also robbing someone—this moment was just like that moment.

“Clyde Madon,” he thought to himself. “He’s a professional bank robber. I remember he was the Flash’s first opponent, not even a minor boss, more like a beginner’s experience pack.”

"Damn it, why is the intensity so high after we met?"

Ma Zhaodi put the pistol he was holding back into the mall. In this high-speed storm, the bullets would be blown off course by the high-speed airflow.

"We need to get into close combat—Kitty, hold on tight, don't get blown away by the wind!"

"Okay, meow!"

Ma Zhaodi casually opened the shop, found an item as a backup plan in case he failed in close combat, and then leaped into the storm.

"Clyde! It's nice to see you again!"

(End of this chapter)