Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 541 It's possible to fly, but there's no need.
When Ma Zhaodi drove the butcher back to the stronghold, it was already 1 a.m.

"You're finally back."

Franky, yawning, sighed: "Kimiko is already asleep. The analysis of the two compounds has been completed, and the results are similar to those in the data you brought back. Both contain a small amount of hallucinogenic components and can reconstruct a person's DNA. However, one can only be used on juveniles, while the other can be injected into adults."

“As long as we can confirm that what we brought back isn’t counterfeit, that’s fine.” Ma Zhaodi replied, “It seems like most things are done now, but I need you, Ximiko and Breast Milk, to go to the Sage Forest Center as soon as possible tomorrow.”

"So urgent?"

"Walter's reaction tomorrow will determine our next move—if Edgar and Madeline are smart enough, they should try to hide or dispose of most of the evidence against them as soon as possible. If we wait a few days to go to the scene, it may already be deserted."

"Aren't you and the butcher going with us?"

"The Butcher is also responsible for liaising with the CIA, so it's not a good time for him to leave New York. As for me—cough cough, I still have things to do here, so it's inconvenient for me to leave."

Franky scratched his head, unable to guess what Ma Zhaodi meant by "having something to do," but given the exceptional efficiency and planning ability Ma Zhaodi had demonstrated since being assembled from the Black Robe Squad, he trusted him quite a bit.

He's a key member of the team, excelling in both intelligence gathering and mission execution, and he doesn't act as inhumanly as the killer. He's absolutely someone everyone in the team should trust first and then trust.

However, what Ma Zhaodi was thinking about at that moment was Maeve's training course with $100,000 in assets per session.

In any case, Walter's matter is almost over, so now is the time to make as much money as possible, and he might be back in the main universe in a few days.

Ma Zhaodi added, "With Kimiko's fighting prowess, your mission shouldn't go wrong. But just to be on the safe side, you absolutely have to drive my car there tomorrow."

Franky immediately thought of the old Toyota parked outside and asked, "Is there anything special about your car?"

"That car was specially modified and can reach speeds of 170 miles per hour."

"How many?!"

Franky and Butcher stared wide-eyed: "You fucking put a plane engine on a car? Even F1 doesn't reach speeds this outrageous!"

However, this speed is not actually the fastest speed of the three-wheeled vehicle. With sufficient energy blocks as a power source, plus the alien engine of Cybertron, it does not take off directly because it respects its car skin.

"And I added some advanced technology to it so that it can drive itself, so you can catch up on sleep in the car."

Franky nodded with some skepticism, his trust stemming more from Ma Zhaodi's magical Eastern witchcraft than from his car modification skills.

The main reason is that he had never seen Ma Zhaodi modify a car before, and he had hardly ever seen him drive one. It was hard for him to imagine how his modified car could reach that speed.

"Any more?"

"There's also a communicator in that car. If you encounter an opponent you can't beat, you can use the communicator to call Superman over."

Upon hearing this, Franky's expression visibly relaxed, and his previously tense and serious demeanor transformed into that of a spring outing in the countryside.

"A Superman? You should have said so earlier. I could have done this mission by myself."

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That's understandable. Having a teammate who can easily crush Homelander provides a great sense of security; you could win even if you were just lying down. But actually, Ma Zhaodi didn't really want Franky and his crew to bring Superman, so he also stuffed Dumbcat and Wallpaper House into the trunk of the three-wheeled vehicle. This setup basically ensured that Franky and his crew would be safe on their trip.

The next day, the members of the Black Robe Squad got up early. Ma Zhaodi prepared breakfast at eight o'clock, and Breast Milk was brought over from home by Franky with a phone call.

"I've only been home for less than a day, and now I have to go out again." Breastfeeding sighed, "Can't we take a break? I finally managed to appease my wife."

"It's alright, we can handle this time—"

Ma Zhaodi replied, "The Lamplighter is in the Sage Grove right now, which is why I was planning to send you and Franky there."

"So many years have passed, and you and Frankie have always held a grudge about Mallory's grandchildren being burned to death. Today you finally have the chance, don't you want to settle this score?"

Ma Zhaodi's words silenced Frankie and the breast milk.

How could they not think about it? Over the years, feelings of guilt and anger have constantly tormented Franky, him, and the Butcher, causing them to wake up from nightmares every night and suffer endless torment.

They all clearly remembered that two children were burned alive because of their war with Walter.

"Okay," he said. "I'll go."

The moment he agreed to set off, he felt inexplicably relieved.

This long-standing matter, this nightmare that has haunted him for so many years, can finally be put to rest.

After everyone had breakfast, Breast Milk and Franky pulled a puzzled Kimiko into the car, and they drove off towards Pennsylvania without stopping.

The butcher stayed at the base—although he was supposed to be in charge of negotiating with the CIA, he had already done what he was supposed to do yesterday. Seeing Ma Zhaodi leave the base, saying he was going to work, he wasn't in the mood to investigate and simply drove away from the base in his own car.

Ding!Ding!
In the training ground, three gleaming longswords clashed and collided.

Queen Maeve held a standard European half-sword, though its weight and length were barely close to that of a two-handed greatsword; while Ma Zhaodi held two swords of different shapes, an eight-sided Han sword and a short sword.

"Body-enhanced superpowered individuals are truly amazing. They can swing a two-handed sword like a one-handed sword, like a giant windmill."

Ma Zhaodi sighed, stepped forward, a cold glint flashed, and used his short sword to control the tip of Maeve's sword. The eight-sided Han sword struck straight at her abdomen.

The power transmitted from the short sword was extremely agile and skillful, while the eight-sided Han sword came with extreme speed and precision. Maeve's steps to exert force were blocked by Ma Zhaodi's body in advance. She only felt the power of the weak sword being guided by the dagger and then firmly locked, causing her to completely lose control of the long sword.

Before he could retaliate, the Han sword had already struck him.

puff!
The sword pierced Maeve's skin slightly, but not deep enough, as she held it firmly in place with her muscles—this was basically the limit of damage a regular melee weapon could inflict on her.

"Your rate of progress is monstrous!" Maeve frowned. "Why has your swordsmanship suddenly become so outrageous?"

"The wool comes from the sheep."

(End of this chapter)