Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 503 Keycaps? The Rich Cat!
The four pairs of eyes in the car were all fixed on the train engine that had just entered the noodle shop. They clearly remembered that just half a minute ago, the train engine had left the woman's house with a small package, but now it was empty-handed.

"Who did he give it to?!"

Has anyone seen it?

"Damn, did he give the stuff away halfway there?"

"What's the rush?"

Ma Zhaodi pointed to a department store outside the window: "Didn't you see the package being handed to someone else? Don't just keep your eyes on the train engine."

The four turned around and saw a man walking out of the side door of "Uncle Egg Noodles". He was carrying a familiar package in his right hand and several portions of noodles in his left hand. He walked quickly and unnoticed, turning his head and heading into the alley.

"That guy is the one who will take over."

"Shall we follow them?"

"The train engine hasn't finished buying the noodles yet, wait a minute."

Butcher, Franky, and Breastfeeding all tensed up at this moment. The opportunity to expose Walter's true colors was right in front of them, something they hadn't been able to do for the past few years. It was normal to be a little nervous in the face of something like this.

Ma Zhaodi was calm and composed. He had seen quite a few superpowered people and lunatics in Gotham City and Central City before, and had even witnessed small-scale battles. The situation in front of him was still relatively minor.

"Damn it, why is this guy so slow?"

"The person who was handing over the work can no longer be seen; we don't know where he went."

"Should we just get off the bus? I'm afraid we'll lose sight of our target."

“Don’t rush.” Ma Zhaodi held down the other three: “He’s carrying so much flour, the smell will be strong. We won’t lose him—otherwise I would have caught up by myself long ago and come back to meet you.”

After the three waited anxiously for about two minutes, the locomotive finally came out of the noodle shop carrying a paper bag. Before the crowd of citizens around him could realize that one of the Vought Seven had appeared, he turned into a blur and disappeared into the street.

"Hurry, hurry, let's go."

"Won't his bowl of noodles spill?"

"Maybe that restaurant really does a good job of sealing the takeout containers."

"Why do you three care about this kind of thing? Even if the locomotive eats that takeout container, it has nothing to do with us."

The butcher rolled his eyes and was the first to open the car door and get out.

The group got out of the car one by one. The mother put on sunglasses, while the butcher and Frankie pretended to be passersby. They tried their best not to attract attention and followed the others into the alley they had been in before.

Where did the person who was supposed to hand over the work go?

"Ask Ma Zhaodi."

Where is Ma Zhaodi?

"I didn't see it."

The three people looked at each other in bewilderment. At that moment, Ma Zhaodi, who was standing in front of them, patted the breast on the shoulder.

"Don't look at me, just look at my cat, it will lead the way for you."

The mother instinctively agreed, but her eyes were still searching for Ma Zhaodi's figure, until a Siamese cat jumped up and down in front of the three of them.

"Meow~"

The three had seen the Siamese cat before and knew it belonged to Ma Zhaodi. They immediately understood and followed the Siamese cat. Ma Zhaodi led the Siamese cat, who in turn led the other three through alleys and streets, until they arrived at a street about twenty meters away from the noodle shop. The group followed the cat's gaze and looked toward a supermarket.

Is it in there?

"Meow~"

The cat responded and darted into the supermarket. The three followed closely behind, passing through long shelves and the crowd inside the supermarket, and were led to an inconspicuous white door on the side of the supermarket.

"There's an old man watching over us. Is he keeping watch?"

"Shouldn't we all hurry up and go inside? The supermarket is full of Asian faces," the butcher whispered. "If we stay here a few more minutes, we'll definitely attract attention."

"Meow~"

Just then, the silly cat suddenly leaped up and jumped directly onto the old man's head, then onto the shelves and the freezer—in the process, it knocked the goods on them to the ground, and pots, pans and cans smashed to the ground with a loud bang.

Hey! Keycaps!

The old man shouted and chased after them, drawing the attention of the other customers in the supermarket to the fight between the man and the cat. The three butchers immediately arrived at the white door—this time Franky was in the lead. Stealing chickens and dogs was never difficult for him. He skillfully took out a lock pick and prepared to pick the lock and open the door.

The door opened as soon as it was pushed.

"That person didn't even lock the door?"

"No lock whatsoever." The butcher instantly guessed that this was Ma Zhaodi's doing: "Old Ma has already gone in first, let's follow."

After passing through the white door, the three of them went down to a poorly lit basement. The light bulbs here looked rather old, emitting a dim, orange-yellow light.

The old, gray brick walls, the winding pipes, and the corners piled with clutter make the underground facility seem quite large, but the dim lighting and old environment give it a somewhat eerie feel.

Franky opened his mouth as if to curse, but quickly shut it again—conversations could be heard coming from deep within the basement, and he didn't want to be exposed at this moment.

The four men followed the sound and crept inside. Through the gaps in the clutter, they saw several men eating around a table. The food they were eating was sesame noodles brought from a noodle shop. Three pistols were placed on the outer corner of the table, ready for them to pick up and shoot at any time.

The mother carefully observed her surroundings and noticed a rifle on a nearby box. Clearly, these men were trained armed thugs who had simply taken the rifle down while they were eating.

"How to do?"

Franky glanced at the others, questioning them, while subtly raising the muzzle of his pistol, vaguely pointing it at the three people on the table.

"Don't do it."

The butcher and the breast milk were also carrying guns, but no one dared to make a move. The breast milk gestured with her eyes and hands: "Go around them and go inside."

"no problem."

Several years later, the three old friends teamed up again. Their teamwork was still excellent. After quickly exchanging the code, they tiptoed from both sides and stealthily made their way to the deepest part of the area. No one made a big fuss, as they all had experience in secret operations.

The stealth journey went smoothly until they reached the innermost part, where there was an open door and a person inside searching for something.

The butcher silently raised his gun and walked behind the man, intending to get close enough to knock him unconscious. After taking a few steps, he suddenly lowered the gun again: "Can't you stick with your team when you're doing things?"

"Time is tight and the task is heavy." Ma Zhaodi didn't turn his head, and his men were still searching through the room. "Anyway, the newly delivered compound No. 5 must be here. After we find it, we'll take the person out and that's it."

"People? Who?"

"The one locked inside that iron gate over there."

(End of this chapter)