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Chapter 325 The Boss Who Made a Profit Against All Odds
Seeing the slightly concerned (gossipy) look in Ma Zhaodi's eyes, Denton didn't intend to tell the truth.

Why drag him into this? If the other party doesn't support me, am I supposed to shoot him? And if the other party does support me, I certainly can't drag him down with me.

Thinking about it carefully, Elizabeth's health has been poor ever since she fell ill. She can't go out or exercise, she has given up many hobbies, and her diet has become much lighter. However, she still asks me to buy Old Ma's pastries. They are not too strong in flavor, taste very good, and are very suitable for her.

She once said that if she recovered, she wanted to learn a trick or two from Lao Ma and make some desserts for herself.
Denton looked at Ma Zhaodi, remained silent for a moment, and then said to him, "Some things have happened recently, and I haven't been sleeping well. I often stay up late."

"Are you short of money?" Ma Zhaodi asked. "You've even taken a part-time job at the gun shop—if you really need money, you can borrow it from me."

Denton smiled bitterly. If it were just a matter of lacking money, he wouldn't have ended up in this situation.

"It's alright, Lao Ma, I can handle it myself." He reached out and took the bag of pastries: "Go do your business, I'll buy pastries from you again next time."

"Okay, remember to call me if you need anything—give my regards to Elizabeth."

".Um."

Watching his old acquaintance leave the store, Denton couldn't help but sigh. There was no need to silence him now. As long as the police questioned Ma Zhaodi, his identity would be immediately confirmed. Killing the gun shop owner at this point would be pointless.

As he was pondering, the shop door clicked open, and Ma Zhaodi walked back in.

"Oh, right, Denton, there's one more thing."

"what happened again?"

Sensing a hint of impatience in Denton's tone, Ma Zhaodi smiled awkwardly but politely and handed him a pastry.

"Here's a serving of qingtuan (a type of glutinous rice dumpling). Take it back to Elizabeth; you said she likes it."

"Thank you."

"It's my duty to be a regular customer."

Ma Zhaodi waved his hand, turned and left, the shop door clicking shut again.

"Old Ma can't be moved," Denton thought to himself. "That guy's a good man."

He glanced at his watch; there was very little time left.

"Gotta hurry."

He rushed into the gun shop warehouse, his body began to spasm and tremble rapidly. In just a few seconds, Denton's body seemed to split off like a cell in a living organism, creating another Denton.

The same black jacket, the same gaunt face, the same voice, the same gait, the same movements—they looked exactly the same, without any difference.

The individual that had emerged seemed to have a somewhat vacant look in his eyes. He didn't even glance at Denton. Like a robot, he quickly rushed to the ammunition and guns in the warehouse and began stuffing things into bags.

Denton continues to replicate itself.

One, two, three... Denton only stopped copying after he had differentiated into five versions of himself and the warehouse felt a bit cramped.

Each of the six Dentons carried a large backpack, and each person controlled the weight of their backpack, because once it exceeded twenty kilograms, the Dentons' flexibility would be greatly reduced.

Meanwhile, Ma Zhaodi, hiding in stealth mode at the warehouse entrance, was amazed by the sight before him.

“Good news,” he said to the tricycle. “Danton isn’t planning on going after the gun shop owner.”

"bad news?"

"The bad news is that I didn't expect him to be the villain in the second episode. I originally wanted to knock him out and take him away secretly, but now I can't. Five people are a bit too many, and it would be easy to attract attention if we moved him to the street."

“I can use a semi-trailer to transport them.”

Sanbengzi had previously stated that he disliked the semi-trailer truck design, so Ma Zhaodi was deeply moved by its earnestness—and then decisively rejected the suggestion. "A semi-trailer is even worse; it's too conspicuous and more easily noticed."

"What should we do then?"

"Let him fail at the robbery first, otherwise he'll become a real criminal."

As sirens blared in the street, Denton was startled. Fortunately, all six bags had already been packed, and he immediately grabbed them and headed out the door.

Stab it--!
The sound of the nylon bag tearing suddenly rang out, and the gleaming metal bullets rained down on the ground, clattering and scattering cleanly.

The pistol and automatic rifle in the bag also fell to the ground. At that moment, Denton stared at the empty backpack and stood there stunned for almost three seconds.

Three seconds later, the sound of the police car grew closer. He raised his hand and slapped himself hard several times. He squatted down, quickly picked up two guns from the ground, stuffed two magazines into his pocket, and then immediately ran out of the gun shop.

Six Dentons filed out of the store, taking a total of twelve pistols and twenty-four magazines with them. They jumped into the van parked in front of the store and sped away from the scene.

Ma Zhaodi then went back into the gun shop's warehouse, took out several stacks of US dollars, totaling 20,000 yuan, and put them in the owner's trench coat pocket and the cash register.

"I'm sorry, this is to compensate you for your loss."

After Ma Zhaodi disappeared from the store entrance on his motorcycle, police cars from the Central City Police Department arrived at the scene.

“To be fair, the Central City Police Department is quite efficient.” Ma Zhaodi, riding his motorcycle, checked the time: “It’s been about three minutes since Denton entered. If the Gotham Police Department were this efficient, Chief Gordon would be laughing in his sleep.”

He rode his motorcycle, looking at Denton's vehicle location on the monitor for a moment, and thought: "Let's not follow him for now, lest we be discovered. Let's wait until he stops the car—how is Elizabeth?"

"We've already checked. She's in the intensive care unit at the Central City Hospital, and her condition isn't good."

"Intensive care? Why the hell didn't Denton say so sooner? How bad is it?"

"According to her electronic medical records, she suffers from degenerative valvular heart disease, which began to worsen within months of the laboratory explosion and has now progressed to an advanced stage—it is uncertain whether this is related to the explosion."

"Is it hopeless?"

"His days are numbered. Based on past cases at the hospital, it's a miracle he's still alive today."

"Let's put Denton's matter aside for now and go to Central City Hospital to talk about it."

"I would like to remind you that the therapeutic effect of 'alcohol' is to restore blood volume. This kind of organ malformation is probably an abnormal life state that you cannot eradicate."

"Are you kidding me? Who do you think I am?"

With the roar of the motorcycle engine, Ma Zhaodi sped towards the hospital.

Inside the gun shop, the bewildered owner had regained his senses. Looking at the bullets and guns scattered all over the floor, he was puzzled.

"That's strange, it doesn't feel like they took much."

"Mr. Patton, is that so?"

A policeman approached and asked, "You previously reported being robbed. What did you lose?"

Oh, me.

Just as he was about to answer, the boss habitually put his hands in his pockets, but unexpectedly touched a thick stack of papers inside his trench coat.

"Hmm, do you think it's possible that this is a joke played on me by a rather strange customer?"

"What?"

(End of this chapter)