Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 324 Denton Black

P.S.: Sorry
Although the Flash ruined my mood for setting up a stall, I still have to do business.

Ma Zhaodi continued pushing the cart forward, browsing the morning news on his phone as he went.

"This afternoon, the Simon Steiger Central City Annual Contribution Award ceremony will be held inside the Steiger Industrial Building."

"This big boss of Steiger Industries, a super-rich man with a considerable fortune, has actually made great contributions to humanity as a genius researcher. Not long ago, Mr. Steiger made a breakthrough in his research on cell cloning and organ transplantation."

"It is foreseeable that this research will bring new hope to patients around the world whose organs are necrotic or diseased but who cannot receive transplants. Using their own cells as the basis, a large number of undifferentiated stem cells will be replicated, and finally new, healthy organs will be cultivated and transplanted back into their bodies. This will solve two major problems with organs at the same time: insufficient matching caused by rejection and the shortage of healthy organs."

"According to Mr. Steiger, the method is currently quite expensive, but it has great potential and could become a universal solution for congenital disabilities and permanent injuries such as organ damage."

Seeing this, Ma Zhaodi became interested and clicked on the Steiger Medical Department's website linked in the report. He was immediately scared off by the expensive numbers and left.

"You call this 'relatively expensive'?" he couldn't help but complain. "An average person might not be able to pay off this medical bill even after working for ten years."

At this moment, the three-wheeled vehicle suddenly spoke up.

"Old Ma, a second ago, the nanobots detected abnormalities in Barry Allen's vital signs."

"Ok?"

Ma Zhaodi frowned: "What happened to Barry?"

"In the past few seconds, some of his physical data suddenly increased, and he seemed to be experiencing weakness."

"That's a complete idiot." Ma Zhaodi instantly understood what had happened: "I've seen this episode before. His metabolism is too fast, leading to excessive nutrient consumption, but he's eating the same things as a normal person, which causes him to run out of nutrients. In short—"

"He doesn't have enough sugar?" the three-wheeled vehicle suddenly interrupted.

"I think the internet culture on this planet is still too advanced for Cybertronians. You should take it easy—I meant to say that he probably didn't eat the chocolate I gave him."

"That means there's not enough sugar."

"Forget it, it's not important. Anyway, we'll be able to handle this kind of thing easily once we have experience with it. Just leave it to the Star Lab."

"Okay, besides Barry, there's one more thing."

"Go ahead and speak."

"Your friend Denton is in trouble lately—look to your right!"

"Ok?"

Ma Zhaodi turned his head to the right with some confusion and saw a black van parked on the side of the road across the street. A man wearing a hoodie and a jacket, dressed in all black, walked straight into a gun shop.

Ma Zhaodi thought to himself that he probably didn't go in to buy a gun.

Because the glass windows at the gun shop entrance were covered with reflective film, Ma Zhaodi couldn't see what was inside. He could only see that the sign at the entrance had changed from "Open" to "Temporarily Closed".

There's definitely something going on here.

"Three-wheeled vehicle, connect to the security camera inside the gun shop."

As soon as he finished speaking, the three-wheeled vehicle's screen appeared on his phone.

"Shut up! Don't shout! Take out the gun!"

"Ok?"

The hooded man then pulled out a gun from his waist and threatened the boss—this was relatively normal, since Ma Zhaodi could guess that he was going to rob someone, but he didn't expect that this man wasn't going to steal money.

“I suddenly feel like this place isn’t much better than Gotham,” he complained. “Think about it, what kind of good person would rob a gun instead of money? This is clearly something big.” “I think you’d better stop him.”

“I know.” Ma Zhaodi thought for a moment, “But he’s still pointing a gun at the shop owner right now. It’s best to deal with him after he’s finished robbing the shop and goes outside, using the old method.”

"You want his car to break down?"

"Yes, this trick worked well against Clyde back then."

"I suggest you don't do that. In fact, it would be better to prevent him from firing a shot."

"why?"

"Because this is because you're a long-time client, Denton Black."

"Holy crap! Why didn't you say so sooner?!"

Ma Zhaodi was shocked and immediately grabbed a bag of pastries and rushed into the store.

At this moment, Denton was still directing his boss to open the warehouse door for him.

"Take twenty pistols, fifteen rifles, and fifty magazines each. Then pour all the loose ammunition into them and pack them all into these bags. Each bag should not exceed twenty kilograms. Hurry up!"

"My God." The shopkeeper, trembling with fear, was pushed directly into the warehouse, his hands shaking as he stuffed bullets into his pockets. "You can't possibly carry all this stuff away. These are bullets and guns made of iron, not cardboard!"

Seemingly enraged by his incessant chatter, Denton's eyes were bloodshot. He pointed his pistol at his boss: "I'm not in a good mood right now. If you can understand human speech, please have your men hurry up."

However, as the boss looked at the dark muzzle of the gun pointed at his forehead, his subordinates' movements became increasingly distorted.

Denton gritted his teeth, glanced at his watch, and finally apologized to his boss: "I'm sorry, but the police are almost here—you shouldn't have called the police secretly."

The gun shop owner's trembling hands paused; at that moment, he knew his attempt to stall for time had been exposed.

He turned around, raised his hand, and shot down the store's security camera. Then he pointed the gun at the owner.

"Excuse me, is anyone there?"

Just as Denton was about to fire, the voices at the store entrance caught his attention. He cursed inwardly, realizing something was wrong, and with a backhand, knocked the shop owner unconscious with the butt of his rifle.

Should he take them all out at once? He considered it for a moment, then tiptoed out of the warehouse.

Is anyone there?

The familiar voice made his heart skip a beat. Denton hesitated for a few seconds, then reached out and took off his hood, tucked the gun into his waistband, and covered it with his jacket.

"Ahem. Hello, what kind of guns do you want to buy—Old Ma? What are you doing here?"

Ma Zhaodi was carrying some snacks when he saw Denton walk out directly, and there seemed to be no blood on his clothes. He finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Luckily, they managed to stop it."

He reached out and handed the bag of snacks directly to Denton: "Someone ordered snacks from this gun shop, but when I delivered them, I found it was closed and no one was home."

“Oh, that’s our boss,” Denton replied calmly. “He just went out.”

"Alright, then I'll hand over the snacks to you—by the way, haven't you been sleeping well lately? Your eyes are so red."

"I"

Thinking about what he had experienced in the past few days, Denton was speechless for a moment.

(End of this chapter)