Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 333 Fishing Master Ma Zhaodi

The next day, across from the Central City Police Station.

Ma Zhaodi leisurely stopped his three-wheeled vehicle and began his business for the day.

Since a poison gas superpowered individual escaped the night before last, if he is eager to commit a crime, we might be able to find some clues at the police station.

Of course, there is another source of information.

"Family members, family members," he messaged in the group chat, asking, "Did you all see the video of that little fog person from yesterday?"

"Hey, Old Ma, what a rare guest! Why aren't you diving all of a sudden?"

"Old Ma, when are you going to cook meat again? We brothers really miss your big chunks of meat!"

"Old Ma? Where are you setting up your stall today? We're here to collect our goods as usual."

"Just come to the police station today. Remember, it's still a thousand dollars per side. I won't sell it for more."

"walk slowly."

Seeing that the group chat was getting lively, Ma Zhaodi seized the opportunity to ask, "I'm a little interested in that little green mist person. He's wearing prison clothes, so he looks like a prisoner. Does anyone know who this person is?"

"It's difficult. Who can recognize someone just by their back? Unless they're someone you know well."

“None of us are locals. We’re good at taking candid photos, but finding people is a bit more difficult.”

“Sigh, Lao Ma was fine before, so he called us friends. Now that he’s in trouble, he’s started calling us family.”

"Just don't call her Mrs. Niu."

"You can call her Mrs. Niu."

"Don't get off-topic," Ma Zhaodi corrected the subject. "Anyway, I'm curious about this guy's information. If anyone can provide it, I'll make you some special merchandise for two days."

"What special items?"

"The spicy hot pot sauce is handmade, and there are also some cooked ingredients. You can buy them, stir-fry them a little, and eat them right away, or you can order them on the spot and I will stir-fry them fresh."

Holy crap! Really, bro?

"I just love this spicy flavor."

"I can't eat spicy food."

"If you can't handle spicy food, I'll make you some meat sauce. Take it home and eat it with noodles with soybean paste."

Holy crap! Really, bro?

Ma Zhaodi ignored the commotion in the group chat. The task of collecting information had already been assigned, and all he had to do was go back and finish making the sauce, then wait for the others to come and hand in their tasks.

It doesn't matter if the children can't be found; he's just taking a shot anyway, whether he gets lucky or not.

Just then, several police officers came out of the Central City Police Station.

"Hey, that guy's out today—bro, want some cookies?"

Even after so much time has passed, this person still can't remember the name of the snacks. Ma Zhaodi was too lazy to correct him and casually took out a bag of snacks from the car.

"Twenty dollars per person, thank you for your patronage."

Several policemen paid the money and walked into the station with lattes and snacks in their hands. Their casual conversation reached Ma Zhaodi's ears: "Have you heard? Something happened at the annual best contribution awards ceremony in the Steiger Building yesterday."

"Steg? I think I recognize him. He's the one who's been really popular on TV lately."

"What TV? Don't you guys usually look at case files? You mean the one with the thickest pile of case files in the bureau, that's Steiger Industries."

"That person has indeed been on TV a lot lately."

"Anyway, I don't think that group boss is a good person. He still has at least twenty lawsuits pending, and there are hundreds of cases that have been closed."

"Anyway, at yesterday's awards ceremony, security guards saw a group of men in black standing at the entrance with guns. They didn't know what they were up to, but they drove off. Barry even tried to stop them at the back door, but he was knocked unconscious."

"Barry? Joe's adopted son?"

"That young man is quite upright. It's a pity he's a bit weak. Is he alright?"

“He’s fine, but Steiger told the police to investigate this thoroughly and catch the culprit.”

"We don't have any clues, how are we supposed to catch them?" "They've donated money, we can only go along with it."

"I don't think that boss is a good person."

Upon hearing this, Ma Zhaodi mentally assessed the risk of Denton being caught.

Well, it's basically impossible to get caught.

So he continued setting up his stall without worry.

Ten minutes later, Barry Allen jogged to the police station entrance.

Ma Zhaodi glanced at his watch; Barry was exactly one minute late.

"The world's fastest person—well, currently the second fastest—is basically late once a day." He thought to himself, "Is this some kind of strange causal law?"

Barry, of course, had no idea what he was thinking. He turned and rushed into the police station, only to rush out again half a minute later.

"Uh, hello there, Lao Ma."

"Hmm? You know my name?"

"Everyone in the police station knows your name, and so do the people in the lab—even the doctor doesn't like snacks, he knows your name from Cisco."

Ma Zhaodi thought to himself that this was not a good sign.

“My name is Barry, Barry Allen,” Barry introduced himself, speaking very quickly. “I’d like to ask, where did you get that chocolate you gave me earlier?”

"It's a small business, so of course it's all homemade—see this? A liquor business license!"

Barry gave an awkward but polite smile.

"So what raw materials did you use? Or, to put it another way, are you still selling that stuff?"

"Yes, we can sell it. The ingredients are a trade secret. Is there anything else you want to ask?"

"It's nothing, I just really like your chocolate."

As Barry answered Ma Zhaodi's question, he thought about the tests he had done in the lab the day before.

“Complete metabolic failure due to acute hypoglycemia,” Caitlin concluded definitively: “Not eating enough.”

"So all I need to do is get one IV drip?"

“No way.” Cisco chuckled. “You’ll have to fill forty bags.”

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"I'll create a new diet plan based on your metabolism so you won't faint anymore—don't worry, it's just 850 burritos, you can finish them quickly at your pace."

Barry sighed. "Unless I eat high-energy foods, I can eat less, right?"

"Even the most intense ones start at a hundred. Stop running away, Barry, eat properly."

As he said this, Barry suddenly frowned.

"High-energy food."

He recalled waking up in the back alley, with a lingering taste of chocolate in his mouth.

According to the security guard, he woke up in the back alley in less than ten seconds.

He turned to Dr. Wells: "Is there anything that can quickly replenish my nutrients in a dozen seconds?"

“There’s no such thing, Barry. Just behave yourself and do what Cisco says—eat your food properly.”

So Barry didn't say anything more, but he decided that next time he saw that vendor, he would definitely ask him for an explanation.

"Could you sell me a few more chocolates?" he asked. "I really like them."

“That’s easy,” Ma Zhaodi replied. “Do you want the kind that provides nutritional supplements, or the kind that strengthens the body?”

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(End of this chapter)