Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 523 The Truth That May Not Be Appealing

It will probably take some time for the deep sea to make a decision.

Seeing that he was temporarily stuck, Ma Zhaodi left him alone, as there were still many things to do, including the persecuted dolphins and the persecuted people.

hum-

The phone beside him buzzed. Ma Zhaodi raised an eyebrow, but instead opened his email on the computer. Sure enough, there was a new email in it.

At this moment, Franky, who was eating fried chicken next to him, immediately came over with breast milk and butcher, and even Kimiko looked over curiously from a distance.

"So, is it that idiot Ezekiel?"

What did he reply to you with?

In the early hours of the morning, everyone watched as Ma Zhaodi sent out an email as planned, which included more than one picture of Izzy's "sandwich" in the secret lair bar.

The photo was taken by Butcher, and the caption was written by Franky. Their idea was quite outrageous—they directly used a first-person perspective from the bar to write a heartfelt article about how Ezekiel played a long game of Ludo with them that night, praising his superb chess skills, extraordinary talent, and how his ability to stretch his body was ingenious.
If this detailed and thorough email were translated into Chinese, it would be taken down on some online platforms like Douyin or Jianghu. It would only be considered reasonable if it were posted on a forum moderator's page.

"To be honest, I used to write erotic novels for so long and make a living from it, but after seeing what you two have written, I realized that some things really depend entirely on talent."

Ma Zhaodi shook his head: "If it were me, I could never come up with this kind of writing and plot in my entire life. Can this thing really be written by a human brain? Are you two really heterosexual?"

The Butcher scoffed at the question, while Franky stiffened. He didn't answer, but subconsciously glanced at Sherry and Kimiko behind him.

So Ma Zhaodi's smile, which was originally just meant to be a joke, gradually froze on his face.

Franky, you're heterosexual, right?

Before he could ask a second time, the impatient butcher opened the email directly.

"Ha, that guy's taken the bait!"

He sneered as he read and translated: "First, a pointless threat, then a string of nonsense, then asking who you really are, then a second string of nonsense, then trying to settle things with money, ha, the same old routine, the third string—oh, finally something useful."

He stared intently at the last paragraph of the email, but couldn't help frowning.

"what happened?"

A male voice came from Kimiko's phone. Ma Zhaodi told her to choose any voice, and she chose a burly man's voice pack, which was quite puzzling.

“That bastard confessed.” The breast milk replied, “Walter gave a large quantity of Compound V to the Samaritan Foundation, which then sent them to hospitals throughout New York under the guise of charitable donations to inject newborns.”

As Shirley listened, she silently took a drag of her cigarette: "So blatant?"

"How could they not have their parents' permission? In fact, we should have thought of this a long time ago and gone directly to the parents of those superheroes to ask them. Perhaps we could have found out the truth sooner."

“They won’t tell us, and we won’t get this information from them anyway.” Ma Zhaodi stared at the last message in the email: “The neonatal intensive care unit at Mercer Hospital—that’s where the next batch of Compound V will be shipped. It was originally scheduled for tomorrow, but it’s been postponed to three days later.”

"Whenever an injection is needed, it is transported to a hospital. Each time it is transported, the injection must be completed that night, leaving not a single drop. The Water Corporation really went to great lengths to keep the secret of Compound No. 5."

Neonatal Intensive Care Unit.

As he repeatedly pondered these words, Franky's gaze gradually turned cold: "Is this why the children's guardians, their parents, agreed to the injection of the compound?"

“Compound No. 5 can turn ordinary people into superhumans.” Ma Zhaodi sighed. “In other words, it can actively cause a person’s genes to mutate into superpowers. I don’t know how it does it, but it seems to be able to cure many congenital genetic diseases. This thing is just like the medical achievements of aliens.”

“Babies born with deformities, genetic defects, or who are on the verge of death due to accidental injuries can all be restored to normal after being injected with Compound No. 5 and then awaken superpowers—it seems to be able to heal even physical injuries.”

"In other words, those who are desperate and have nowhere else to turn can only place their hopes on the magical potion that Walter has brought out."

The other members of the black-robed squad remained silent.

Seeing the butcher open his mouth as if to say something, Ma Zhaodi simply waved his hand: "Don't misunderstand, Compound No. 5 may be a good medicine, but Vought Corporation is not a good person. We still have to do what needs to be done."

"Once we take down Walter, what it can do, others can do too. Besides, I absolutely hate the extreme commercialization of heroes. Walter's heroes aren't really heroes at all."

"The plan has been slightly altered. Three days later, we will go to the hospital to take photos and collect evidence. Ideally, we can catch a witness directly, but it's okay if we don't—as for the babies' injections, we will not stop them for now."

"Since we still have three days, let's deal with Kimiko's younger brother's problem first."

Upon hearing this, Kimiko's gaze froze for a moment, then lit up with excitement as she rushed toward Ma Zhaodi.

Ma Zhaodi gently pressed her back onto the bench, calming her agitation: "I've asked around, and your brother was also injected with Compound No. 5."

Upon hearing this, Kimiko's heart skipped a beat.

“To be honest, it’s really lucky that he didn’t die after receiving the injection at the age of twenty-something adults,” Ma Zhaodi said. “He also awakened superpowers and is still in the radiant glow.”

Kimiko was stunned.

"You should know what this means, right?"

The two fell into a long silence as they faced each other.

"What do you mean?" the mother asked, puzzled, when she saw them suddenly freeze.

“Even the weakest superpowered individuals, such as Deep Sea’s ability to ‘talk to fish,’ have never failed in missions.” Ma Zhaodi added, “Even a dozen or so criminals with rifles can’t keep up with his reaction speed. At most, they can only injure him, and only slightly.”

"In other words," the Butcher added, "that kid stayed with those terrorists voluntarily."

(End of this chapter)