Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 356 The Origin of Team Cold

“When I was little, my grandfather often took me and my sister to a drive-in restaurant.”

In the dimly lit room, the three sat silently facing each other, which made Snart's voice seem rather loud.

"The food at the restaurant was the worst I've ever tasted in my life, but the view here is quite good—you can see most of the streets in the city center from here."

“I still go there often, not for meals, but to listen to their radio broadcasts and learn about the police station’s situation. There are forty banks in the city center, and every single one of them can get a response from the police within 60 seconds. That’s why we chose the armored truck this time.”

“After the armored truck on the road calls 911, it takes the police 182 seconds to arrive. After we steal the Condac diamond, we can leave immediately, and the police won’t even see us.”

As he said this, he looked up at one of his companions.

"But something arrived at the scene within a minute and stopped us."

The accomplice gritted his teeth and remained silent, remembering what had happened when he attacked.

“You panicked then.” Snart’s voice pulled his accomplice back to reality: “You weren’t calm enough, you acted impulsively, you got up and fired three shots at that officer—we made it clear beforehand that you should never shoot at police or security guards unless absolutely necessary. And we don’t need a teammate who acts impulsively.”

"Fuck you, Snart."

His accomplice's response was simple and crude, which made Snart's eyes turn cold; clearly, he didn't like the answer.

"Did you hear that? I'm telling you to go to hell, I don't like your whole plan at all, and your weird habit of counting down the seconds. Why the hell do you have so many rules when you're robbing someone?"

"I'm quitting!"

bang!

A bullet cleanly pierced the head of the cursing robber. Snart holstered his pistol and coldly replied to the corpse, "Fine."

"If you're going to quit, then don't come back."

The two teammates standing next to him felt a chill run down their spines when they saw the expression on Snart's face. They hadn't expected Snart to kill their teammates—or rather, their subordinates—so smoothly that they didn't dare to say what they were about to say.

"You didn't see it at the time. There were four people in a team. Two rode two motorcycles, one drove a crane, and one sat in the passenger seat of the crane. The two policemen in the armored truck couldn't resist at all."

Ma Zhaodi stood in front of the food truck, chatting animatedly with Joe and Barry beside it: "If I hadn't been riding my tricycle and setting up a stall on the roadside at the time, I really wouldn't have seen something this exciting—"

"Okay, okay, that's it."

Barry waved his hand, stopping Ma Zhaodi from expanding the topic further, and then asked, "Let's get back to that case. What happened next?"

"Then, the two men on motorcycles successfully hooked the crane hinges onto the armored truck. With one on the left and one on the right, the crane arms lifted, and the armored truck was suspended in mid-air. The four wheels were not touching the ground, and the front of the truck scraped against the ground, sending sparks flying. It stopped after going only a short distance."

“By then, the officers in the car had already called for backup,” Joe said, making a few notes in his notebook. “However, the car was hijacked on the road, and it took us some time to get there.”

"Was this all planned by them?"

“If we follow your—cough, cough, according to Old Ma—if that robber is Snart, then that’s indeed his usual style. He plans his crimes down to the second, and if the time is up, the crime ends immediately. That’s why we can’t catch him at all.” “Wait?” Ma Zhaodi asked, “Is he a repeat offender?”

"A seasoned criminal, a notorious thief who strikes every six months, and each time it's a major crime—do you remember that gold robbery six months ago?"

"The lavish crab feast, was that also his doing?"

"Yes. Let's continue with the case. Your testimony could be important evidence."

"Okay, okay, anyway, in the first half, those guys were very efficient. Hooking the hook, stopping the car, the two on the motorcycle knocked out the officers in the driver's seat and the passenger's seat respectively. It was all very smooth. Oh, one of them seemed a little nervous. He even pointed his submachine gun directly at an officer, but Snart stopped him."

“It’s not surprising. Snart rarely kills police officers, in fact, he rarely kills anyone—it’s probably related to his corrupt cop father.”

“His father also abused him and his sister, so I thought he would hate the police even more.”

“Maybe he’ll hate bad cops even more—Old Ma, go on.”

"Oh, and then Snart, carrying a storage tank, sprayed some white vapor at the back door of the armored truck for a short while. The vapor looked like liquid nitrogen because the metal door quickly became brittle, cracked, and deformed. The sound of it being smashed open was like ice cracking, a really crisp cracking sound."

Barry asked in surprise, "You're also an expert in physics?"

"No, I just saw it in a video—anyway, the door was smashed open, and then a red shadow flew by in a flash, and it seemed to be accompanied by some sparks."

"The two men in the front of the armored truck, the crane driver, and Snart who used liquid nitrogen to smash open the safety door—all four of them collapsed to the ground. Anyway, that guy looked like a tough character; it felt like he could kick a passing dog twice."

Upon hearing the last sentence, Barry immediately wanted to retort: ​​"No, I absolutely must—"

"Let's not get off-topic. And then?" Joe interrupted directly, "And then what happened?"

“Then, one of the robbers seemed to panic and got up, firing several shots at the police officers; the robber carrying the liquid nitrogen tank lost his mask, which is why I was able to recognize Snart.” Ma Zhaodi sighed, a hint of melancholy in his voice: “The red figure disappeared with the police officers, probably to the hospital. And from now on, I’ll have one less customer.”

“It’s okay, look on the bright side. At least the officer is alright now,” Barry comforted him. “And the failed robbery won’t stop him from coming back to buy your food.”

"What you're describing sounds terrifying, like a ruthless thug deliberately coming to your stall to do business or something."

As the group was talking, Eddie walked over from the side.

"Joe, the on-site investigation is over. We didn't get any more leads. How's things going on your end?"

Upon seeing Eddie, Joe's face suddenly darkened—although it was already dark, it became even darker when facing Eddie.

Ma Zhaodi knew exactly what was going on. Joe couldn't hide Iris and Eddie's relationship from him after all. His colleague had taken advantage of him, and it was good enough that Joe hadn't pulled out his gun and shot this blond colleague dead.

"We'll talk about it when we get back—Old Ma, we'll come back to you next time to get more information."

Ma Zhaodi waved his hand: "It's fine if you don't come."

(End of this chapter)