Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 357 rarely uses the phrase "turbulent times" to describe the experiences of a single day.
After seeing Joe, Barry, and the other detectives off, Ma Zhaodi rode his tricycle back to the downtown area to set up his stall again.

Perhaps because he had been away from Gotham for too long, he even felt that the robbery and interrogation he had witnessed that morning were already quite thrilling, and he even felt that nothing more exciting should happen today.

But in reality, things always happen in a series of events.

"Hey, Cisco," he greeted Francisco as he walked towards him. "Want something to eat?"

"Oh, okay." Cisco, who was looking down as if thinking about something, was startled by Ma Zhaodi's voice, and then reluctantly replied, "Four hamburgers will do, and a piece of chocolate too. I'll take it to Barry."

"You're buying four too?" Ma Zhaodi shrugged. "Okay, okay, maybe I'm just being neurotic. There are indeed four people in the lab."

Cisco didn't reply. He kept his head down, fiddling with his phone, and there seemed to be a hint of melancholy in his usually cheerful expression.

"Why, are you worried?"

"Huh? No, no."

Cisco shook his head abruptly: "I was just thinking, the Doctor used to only like Big Billy Burgers, but he's changed his taste recently. I wonder if he can accept it."

"What's there to doubt about what I made? Take it."

"Yeah, that's true."

Only after Cisco left the dining car did Ma Zhaodi take out his phone—he was certain Cisco was hiding something, but he wasn't sure what it was.

He wants to investigate.

"Let me see, Felicity and Barry team up, Eddie and Iris team up, 'Trivia Night Party,' four people whose romantic relationships are already a mess going to the same party, I feel like things are going to get really awkward."

This message was worthless, and Ma Zhaodi ignored it—he had no interest in this kind of long, tedious, and agonizing emotional storyline.

"It feels like very few heroes have normal romantic storylines."

He flipped to the next item.

"The Condac Dynasty Diamonds will officially open for exhibition at the Central City Museum on Saturday."

Ma Zhaodi checked the time and confirmed that it was Saturday. The diamond was the one Snart had tried to steal that morning, and it had already been transported there by an armored truck that morning—if Barry hadn't interrupted the heist, the exhibition would definitely have been canceled today.

This message isn't important right now, let's look at the next one.

This time, the scene shifts back to the Star Labs.

"Strange, why is there no one in the lobby?"

Ma Zhaodi frowned. He quickly searched through one camera after another, eventually switching to the storage room in the laboratory.

"How long has this weapon been missing, Cisco?"

On screen, the doctor's tone was extremely stern. Cisco stood in front of the open cabinet door, looking dejected, like a child who had done something wrong and was being scolded by his parents, which looked quite pitiful.

Caitlin stood to the side, silent and trembling, not daring to utter a single word of pleading.

"One day, maybe two days, a guard didn't come to work today; perhaps he stole the freeze gun."

Ma Zhaodi immediately understood.

This makes perfect sense. As a well-known villain, Captain Cold, Snatch would naturally have his own unique characteristics, and the Freeze Gun is his signature weapon—something that is inevitable in most universes.

Since this thing has already been stolen, it will probably merge with Snart soon. Strictly speaking, this can be considered a "choice of fate." Cisco is actually quite innocent in this matter.

But clearly, Dr. Wells didn't see it that way. "Star Labs doesn't welcome weapons, and you didn't even let me know you were building this gun." The doctor's tone grew increasingly agitated. "This gun can hurt many people, including Barry Allen! Especially Barry Allen!"

At this point, his anger was almost overflowing the screen, bordering on mania: "Do you know how much effort I've put into ensuring Barry Allen's safety!"

"sorry"

"Go and find this gun right now!"

"Damn it," Ma Zhaodi thought to himself, "the situation is very bad."

The Doctor is now like a provoked tiger, somewhat unable to control his emotions—of course, Ma Zhaodi admits that this is also related to Denton's previous defeat of Reverse-Flash, and he may be quite insecure right now.

"Cisco, you weren't cut out to be Batman anyway."

Ma Zhaodi couldn't help but shake his head. Secretly preparing weaknesses and countermeasures for teammates was usually something Gotham characters would do, or more accurately, something a certain pointy-eared bat would do.

Batman is essentially an orphan, so it's normal for him to do extreme things, and everyone can accept that. After all, Gotham City is a place full of talented people, and the fact that Batman can stay sane, live a normal life, and even help carry the team in major events makes the other heroes extremely tolerant of him.

But Cisco isn't an orphan; his relationship with Barry, Caitlin, and the Doctor is somewhat like family, so his actions seem very abrupt.

At this moment, the three-wheeled vehicle couldn't help but ask, "And what about you? Aren't you also preparing to deal with—"

"No, I didn't, don't talk nonsense."

Ma Zhaodi immediately denied it three times: "That was a plan I prepared to deal with the speedster, not a plan to deal with Barry Allen."

"Even if we take a step back and assume that I really did use this method to deal with Barry, it must have been Batman who infected him—yes, it's all the fault of Pointy Ears."

"Hard to say."

"Even if we take a step back and say the worst, I'm still an orphan, okay?"

At this point, Ma Zhaodi seemed to have a get-out-of-jail-free card, and immediately puffed out his chest and said loudly, "We're all orphans, so if you spray Batman, you can't spray me, okay?"

Is there anything to be proud of in being an orphan?

As we were talking, another message popped up in the group chat.

"Police have recently discovered that a man was murdered in a house near XX Street in the city center. His identity is suspected to be 'Yori Brooke'—a notorious illegal arms dealer in the city center who specializes in selling high-tech weapons to criminals and has been on the run for many years."

"The body was found in a strange manner. The deceased is suspected to have died from frostbite caused by extremely low temperatures, but there was no refrigeration equipment or low-temperature environment at the scene. The case is currently under further investigation."

"It feels like I've been double-crossed," Ma Zhaodi thought to himself. "Too many things have happened today."

"Hey, three hamburgers, please."

"no problem."

Ma Zhaodi subconsciously responded, then realized that the customer's voice sounded familiar.

"Snat?!"

Snart smiled slightly at him and reached into his trench coat: "Shh—keep your voice down, I don't want to never be able to eat your food again."

"oh oh."

"Two minutes, quickly, I still have some appointments to make."

(End of this chapter)