Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 379 Our side decides to use Cisco for seduction.

In the noisy bar, the old radio next to the man seemed out of place in the brightly lit hall. The sound coming from it was drowned out by the music and the noise of the crowd, and the content of the broadcast could only be heard by getting close.

Ma Zhaodi sat opposite the man, and vaguely heard words such as 'XXX Street' and 'police support' in her ears.

It turned out to be a police radio station.

"I thought you'd squander the money after you robbed it," Ma Zhaodi asked. "But you're still trying to optimize your strategy? Haji, you bastard!"

"You often utter things I can't understand."

Snart popped a fry into his mouth, then grabbed a tissue to wipe his hands, sat up and looked at Ma Zhaodi: "I think one day, Chinese will have to be on my learning list too—did you bring the food cart?"

"No, why would you bring a food cart out in the middle of the night?"

Ma Zhaodi asked, "Is the food here not good?"

“It’s not good, at least I don’t like it—how about I return your $300,000?” Snart suddenly asked, “And I’ll give you an extra $200,000, and you can rent out this restaurant?”

"So this is how you spend your money? I was wondering why you commit a crime every six months."

"Normally, I don't spend my money that quickly."

Seeing that Ma Zhaodi did not answer, Snart showed a regretful expression: "The part that can't be spent is usually donated depending on my mood, but your level really deserves me to take out two hundred thousand—or five hundred thousand, how about that?"

"Tie me up and put me in this shop? Forget it." Ma Zhaodi shook his head: "I have important business to attend to."

"for example?"

"For example, helping friends fight criminals."

Did he pay?

"I won't give it to you—but I'll benefit from it."

"What a pity, it seems that the benefits are more important than 500,000."

"Don't be sad, let me ask you something." Ma Zhaodi picked up a French fry as well: "Why did you suddenly change your pace? It hasn't even been half a year since you started fighting for diamonds, has it?"

“It takes time to sell diamonds,” Snart replied. “Of course, I didn’t sell any either. It was quite beautiful, so I gave it to Lisa.”

As it turned out, Snart was indeed good to his sister.

"As for why I made a move again—see this guy?"

Snart pointed to the gold and red cocktail in the bartender's hand: "The bar's new signature drink is called 'Lightning'."

"You don't like The Flash?"

"No, I actually quite like this guy, I just don't like him blocking my way—I grew up in Central City, and although I wasn't very happy when I was little, this was still my home. Later, when I grew up, this place became my playground."

Snart picked up another fry: "But after the Flash came along, my men became less obedient, and Central City was no longer my playground."

"Your thinking is somewhat distorted."

“I’m sorry, but I didn’t receive a proper education growing up.” Snart scoffed, “Your lesson came too late.”

"So, you really plan to make your move the day after tomorrow?"

"Your information is very good—the famous painting A Song of Ice and Fire, yes, we do plan to make our move the day after tomorrow."

"But you didn't go there for the painting."

"What's a painting? As long as I defeat the Flash in front of everyone, Central City will be mine again."

"How many people?" "Two—originally there were two, but now... it's uncertain."

Ma Zhaodi frowned and stuffed the half-eaten French fry in his hand into his mouth.

"This stuff really doesn't taste good—the number of people doesn't necessarily mean anything? I thought you only did things according to plan."

"I only do things I'm confident about now, but recently I've heard some very interesting rumors."

Snart replied, “A lot of interesting things have suddenly started happening in Central City. I guess these are probably the ‘super-powered criminals’ that the police have been talking about on TV. And if their powers can really help me deal with the Flash, I don’t mind hiring a few more helpers.”

"Can you tell me who they are?" Ma Zhaodi took out a small notebook and pen, looking like a model student: "I'll arrest them first."

Snart stared at Ma Zhaodi for a few seconds, then couldn't help but smile.

He didn't seem angry.

Why do you think I would give you information so you could capture my potential accomplice?

“It’s free to try, and they’re not even your helper,” Ma Zhaodi warned. “People with superpowers are bound to have tempers. You think you can just recruit them like that? They might not respect you, and they might even try to climb over you to get ahead.”

"interesting."

"And think about it, if these people have already fought the Flash before the actual operation and managed to escape, that proves they're not useless and are useful to you. Plus, they'll be more experienced next time you fight him."

"Um"

"Even if you are defeated by the Flash, you will still owe him a favor if you show up and save him. You won't need to spend time and effort taming Pokémon then; you can just use them directly."

"Makes sense."

"No, I've talked myself hoarse, just give me an answer, is it okay or not?"

Snart then raised his hand to check his watch.

"100,000 per person."

"Damn it, why don't you just rob it?"

"Let me remind you, robbing is my job—and there's a cost to me for gathering intelligence; I'm not going to give it to you for free."

"Ten thousand per person, I can't reimburse more than that."

"You're starting to look like a robber."

"Don't force me to send Cisco to seduce Lisa. Let me warn you, Cisco is very attractive to bad women. If he ends up swindling your sister out of her diamonds to pay for this, you'll have nowhere to cry."

Snart laughed dismissively.

“My freeze gun was made by that Cisco, right?” he said. “He was the one who ran out to save the Flash that night. I really like this gun, and I really like Cisco. He’s a loyal friend and willing to risk his life for his friends.”

"However, to say that anyone can attract my sister would be to look down on her a bit."

"Stop talking nonsense and give me the information first. Then you'll know what it means to be a 'bad woman killer'."

Snart gave a cold laugh.

"First, something happened at the Petersburg substation recently. According to a friend in the underworld, an employee's address was sold today—this is his photo, with his name on the back. He should be off work in about half an hour."

"Secondly, a petty thief recently escaped. She's not very bright and caused trouble here once before, and she came again tonight."

Ma Zhaodi turned around in surprise and followed Snatt's gaze, and sure enough, he saw a slender young black girl spying on the whole place from a corner of the bar.

(End of this chapter)