Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 410 There are still masters
When Ma Zhaodi, Xiao Na, and Sisco came out of the lab, it was almost noon.

“It’s rare to see you leave the lab at this time,” Ma Zhaodi asked casually. “Why are you out today?”

“I want to see how the equipment performs in actual combat so that it can be adjusted in the future.” Cisco replied while starting the car. “In case you don’t know, while I was investigating this current situation, I also specially developed a shield for the Central City Police Department that is designed to block cryogenic freezing beams.”

"Then you really are Superman."

"Thanks to your help, Barry hasn't recovered his speed yet. If you hadn't helped me get information about Snart, I wouldn't have been able to prepare a countermeasure against him in advance—and you've also helped take care of quite a few super-powered criminals."

"It's all minor, just Shauna and Gibran."

“But Shauna also managed to deal with Roy. I couldn’t possibly develop countermeasures and weapons against teleportation, electrical manipulation, and emotional control all in one day, but you could.”

“That’s mainly because your moral standards are a bit too high—you’re dealing with ability, I’m just dealing with people,” Ma Zhaodi replied. “If I wanted to use a gun, anyone could be more efficient than me. I just compromised and used luck.”

"No, the idea of ​​directly starting a massacre is still a bit too extreme."

“Um, I need to confirm something first,” Shauna asked. “Our goal is to protect that painting, right?”

"wrong."

"Not quite."

Ma Zhaodi and Cisco answered simultaneously. They glanced at each other, and Ma Zhaodi spoke first: "The painting isn't important, as long as everyone is alright."

“Wait, wait, of course the person must be saved,” Cisco added. “But the painting is important too—it’s a work of art worth twelve million.”

“It’s a work of art with a price tag,” Ma Zhaodi reminded. “When these two words are put together, this painting becomes a more expensive commodity.”

"Understood." Shauna nodded. "Just make sure the person is safe. We'll talk about the painting later."

It wasn't that she had any issues with Cisco; it was mainly because she had just gone through what happened with her boyfriend, and now she only had negative emotions about money. As soon as Cisco mentioned how much the painting was worth, her PTSD immediately flared up.

"Do you guys make money too easily?" Cisco muttered. "You all seem to have such artistic taste."

This shows Cisco's high emotional intelligence; he could have directly used a phrase like "two divine golds."

When the three arrived at the airport, the scene was already surrounded by police officers, and with the addition of security personnel hired by the Rutherwell family, the security measures were extremely comprehensive.

Thanks to Snart's advance warning, everyone knew that Captain Cold was coming to steal the famous painting "A Song of Ice and Fire" today, so everyone was on high alert, and the numerous police officers holding huge shields were already in formation.

Of course, in essence, the reason Snart made himself so well-known was mainly for one person.

He just won't be coming today.

When Ma Zhaodi saw the current state of the airport and thought about how Snart would look if he didn't see the Flash, he couldn't help but want to laugh.

“Cisco, have you ever seen one of those love proposal ceremonies in a university square or at a graduation ceremony?” he asked. “You know, the kind where they put on a huge show, light 10,000 candles, prepare 10,000 roses, hold up a huge banner, and then shout ‘I love you’ to the girl.”

“Oh, that’s so romantic!” Shawna replied, her eyes shining.

Well, the scars haven't even healed yet, and you've already forgotten the pain. "I've seen it before," Cisco replied, "but actually, this method isn't quite appropriate."

"why?"

"Because the woman might refuse."

Ma Zhaodi chimed in, "The man will be in a very awkward situation then."

"Because doing this kind of thing is equivalent to entrusting your sincerity, part of your dignity and reputation to the other person. And most of the time, you don't even know if the other person is really worthy of your trust. Refusing is nothing to worry about for her, but for you, it means losing everything."

"Your sincerity and self-respect are precious; don't squander them. If the other person is simply moved by the spectacle, then she doesn't necessarily need you; if the other person is truly worthy of your trust, then you don't need to put on a grand courtship show."

Ma Zhaodi calmly said, "You just need to honestly tell her that you like her."

As Teacher Ma finished his love lesson for the day, the buzzing of a private jet echoed across the midday sky. A white streak of air flew closer and closer to the city's airport, carrying the famous painting and arriving by plane with the Lasser couple.

"It's so good to be rich."

"It's so good to be rich."

"It's so good to be rich."

Although they didn't have a particular feeling about money, the three people present still unanimously expressed such sentiments about the gradually landing luxury passenger plane, after all, owning a private jet is indeed a very prestigious thing.

"What are you three doing?" Officer Qiao rolled his eyes and shoved them aside. "Be careful you don't get caught in the crossfire if a fight breaks out. Don't block the way in the middle of the airport."

As the passenger plane landed, everyone present became extremely alert, preparing to face the approaching cold captain.

The cabin door opened, and a man in a suit with graying temples and an elegant woman stepped off the plane. The man handed the painting to his assistant, and the woman took his hand.

"Welcome home, Mr. and Mrs. Rutheraway."

The butler greeted the two men, paused, and continued, "Sir, your son Hartley has called again."

Upon hearing the name, Russell's smile vanished instantly, and his face hardened.

“We don’t have a son like him.”

The relationship between father and son has never been good. Rutheraway really wants his smart son to behave like a spoiled brat, even if he indulges in a life of luxury like he did in his youth. With his brains, as long as he is willing to inherit the vast fortune and run the company well, the future of the Rutheraway family will definitely not be bad.

But he insisted on joining Star Labs and becoming Wells' most valued assistant. Unfortunately, just before the particle accelerator was officially put into operation, he was fired from Star Labs and then disappeared without a trace.

Hartley disappeared on the night of the explosion. The Rutherwells couldn't find him until two months ago when they discovered from CCTV footage that their son appeared to be smashing windows in their building.

It was the same vampire urban legend that "many people's windows and mirrors were smashed," but unlike the legend, the buildings that were smashed were all owned by Russerway.

(End of this chapter)