Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 411 Misfortune Amidst Fortune
When the Rutheraways discovered that their son, who had been missing for several months, had suddenly reappeared and was causing trouble for their business, their feelings were indeed quite complicated.

Seeing that Hartley was at least unharmed, the two instinctively felt they should be happy; but seeing what Hartley was doing, they instinctively felt they were being too happy too soon.

He'd be better off getting into trouble.

They then called Hartley to try to communicate, and the result was mixed. Hartley basically admitted to his behavior. In his own words, he was currently experiencing some health problems, making it inconvenient for him to go home, and he was also researching a technological product, but perfecting the product required sufficient experimentation and adjustments.

After careful consideration, Hartley finally decided that since his parents were so rich, he felt no guilt about smashing the windows of his own building.

This logic naturally enraged the Rutherwells. They tried to persuade and scold their son, but to no avail. However, they couldn't air their dirty laundry in public and couldn't directly tell the police to arrest their son. Therefore, they could only cover up the incidents of the broken glass building and pretend that they never happened.

Just yesterday, after smashing the building, Hartley even made a special phone call to his father, telling him that he liked men and wanted to find a boyfriend in the future—a statement he had made countless times before. This time, it directly ignited the old-fashioned Raswell, who immediately declared that he would sever his father-son relationship with Hartley.

If Ma Zhaodi were to comment on this matter, he would probably understand Hartley's motives for doing these things, but the Rutherwells, lacking sufficient information, could only categorize these actions as their son's rebellion.

Therefore, when Rutherwell uttered the words "We don't have this son" at the airport, the butler immediately shut his mouth. He was one of the elders of the family and did not want to displease his employer any further.

As the two were walking off the field with the painting, a strange frost-white beam of light shot into the sky, attracting everyone's attention. The engine of the Freeze Gun hummed, and Captain Cold made a dazzling appearance.

"Are you ready?"

With a smile, he shouted loudly at the city police station, "Do you need someone to call the police?"

The bodyguards beside the Ruswells immediately reacted, quickly protecting the couple and running towards the vehicle. The police officers, of course, were furious at Snart's provocation. Memories of being tricked countless times by this Central City thief flooded their minds. Today, it was a day to determine who would prevail and who would die. Everyone grabbed Cisco's specially modified large shield and advanced.

"Snat, you're done for today! Just come with us and your sentence will be reduced by a few years!"

"What's the difference between one hundred years and one hundred and twenty years? Stop talking nonsense, officer."

Snart raised his freeze gun and opened fire on the officers, the blinding white beams of light bursting forth and causing the surrounding air to drop several degrees.

But two seconds later, Snart realized something was wrong.

"Hmm? This shield?"

As it turned out, Cisco's modified shield did indeed work. The beams of the freezing gun continued to spray onto the large riot shield's surface, but without causing any substantial damage. The officers even slowly pushed the cold-weather shield forward.

"interesting."

Snart immediately turned the freeze gun to its highest output setting and fired again.

Swah——

A colder and deadly freezing ray shot out, the near-absolute zero temperature instantly sending chills down the spines of the officers behind their shields. A bone-chilling frost clung to their shoes and trouser legs within seconds, but even so, most of the police only shivered. The freezing gun failed to cause them any real harm; Snart's weapon was ineffective.

Cisco, standing nearby, wore a smug smile. Ever since Snart bought the freeze gun he had made for robberies, he had felt a sense of responsibility for these cases. Seeing that he had helped the detectives successfully control the freeze gun today, he felt somewhat atoned for his sins.

"Looks like I won't need to do anything today?" Shauna asked.

However, Ma Zhaodi remained silent because someone hadn't yet entered the arena. "Snat! You're finished! Surrender!"

"Officer, don't talk nonsense."

Snart smiled, turned around, and waved to those behind him.

"Mick! It's your turn to step in!"

Call me 'Heat Wave'!

Only then did Mick, with a ferocious expression, finally appear. He was holding a red gun and wearing a rather cool-looking white protective suit.

"Let's add fuel to the fire!"

Huhu——

A torrent of flames roared from the gun in his hand. It was hard to imagine how a rifle-sized weapon could achieve the effect of a flamethrower, but the high-temperature jet of flame did indeed travel a distance of more than ten meters and exploded on the police officers' cold shields.

"What's happening here?!"

"Snat has helpers; this shield can't protect against high temperatures!"

Whether the shield could withstand high temperatures is unknown, but it's clear that the flames spewing from that gun were extremely hot, and still rising—five hundred degrees, one thousand degrees, two thousand degrees.
The raging flames scorched and deformed the air in a very short time. Even though they had not yet penetrated the shields, the ubiquitous streams of flame could still seep through the gaps in the shields and burn the officers themselves. Coupled with the difficulty in breathing caused by the extreme heat, the Central City Police Department's protective team was burned out of formation by Mick in less than half a minute.

"No wonder Snart needed to find a helper, no wonder Snart didn't plan to recruit Ronnie. Their abilities overlap!" Cisco, standing nearby, clutched his head. "It's all over, it's all over! The cold shield can't keep out fire! That guy even made himself an asbestos fireproof suit!"

"Retreat! Everyone retreat immediately!"

Joe immediately analyzed the current situation and decisively issued an evacuation order. If they continued, there would definitely be casualties among the police officers. Snart's goal was just to draw, and there was no need to risk the lives of several colleagues for it.

At the same time, Snart also spoke up.

“Mick, forget about those cops, they’re no longer a threat. Cease fire and prepare to deal with the Flash—he’ll be here soon!”

However, Mick wouldn't listen to Snart's words. His eyes were fixed on the raging fire and the leaping flames, showing no intention of stopping the fire.

"It's so beautiful, it's absolutely gorgeous."

"Mick!"

Snart's face immediately turned frosty; he realized that the ally he had summoned seemed to have lost control.

Just then, the billowing flames unexpectedly engulfed the luxury car parked nearby—the very car belonging to the Rutherwells, who were trying to leave immediately.

Without hesitation, Shawna vanished instantly.

(End of this chapter)