Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 605 What does it mean for a grunt to have a health bar above their head?

While the two nocturnal creatures suddenly went to war, Ma Zhaodi was still rushing to the Gotham Police Department.

It was described as "fast," but it wasn't actually that fast—not because of a lack of transportation, but simply because something happened on the street that forced us to stop.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

"You bastards! Come on, again!"

Gunshots rang out like raindrops, interspersed with angry shouts from men—Ma Zhaodi recognized the voices as those of an old friend, Clinton Banner.

That's the hot-tempered bald guy who chased him and Drake from the bus into the street and shot them.

Ma Zhaodi paused in his march toward the Gotham Police Department. He had originally intended to fly there directly using the jetpack form of his three-wheeled vehicle, but after reaching an advanced level of physical strength, his senses became far too acute.

Should we pretend we didn't hear? Anyway, Clinton's shooting skills are excellent; he's a well-known tough guy even in Gotham's underworld. In this chaotic Gotham City universe, he'd be at least quite adept, if not completely at ease.

But hearing the continuous gunfire, Ma Zhaodi thought for a moment and still rushed over.

"How many people did he encounter? With his marksmanship, how could he keep shooting for so long?"

He was about to transform the three-wheeled vehicle into a motorcycle when he suddenly paused—that's right, this isn't his own universe, it's the Arkham universe.

No matter what mode of transportation I use, there's no way anyone in this universe could recognize me, right?

"Wuhu!"

On the dimly lit streets of Gotham, a luminous RGB wheelchair sped off like a whirlwind, carrying a mix of excitement, joy, and relaxation, like a wild dog let loose.

As for tension? What tension? The roads are spotless now, and the sidewalks are incredibly spacious.

Shouldn't the other criminals on the street be the ones who are nervous?
On the streets of Gotham, Clinton, holding two guns, stared menacingly at the relentless waves of enemies. After such a long battle, his magazines were almost empty, yet there were few enemy corpses around him.

"Fuck him"

Just then, a dazzling streak of light suddenly rushed down the street.

"What the hell is that?!"

"Who cares about him! Shoot him! Turn that idiot lunatic into mincemeat!"

As soon as Ma Zhaodi approached, the attention of the thugs on the street, who were holding machetes, baseball bats, and other melee weapons and pistols, was immediately diverted from Clinton.

This unconventional and conspicuous wheelchair was appearing in the Arkham universe for the first time. The people there were all natives of the Arkham universe and had never seen such a strange thing before. Instead of running away, they rushed forward with guns in hand, intending to stop the ghostly wheelchair.

However, Ma Zhaodi ignored him and continued to happily drive his wheelchair and sing.

The feeling of letting go is still just as joyful, and being able to let go without restraint is even more joyful.

"kill him!"

boom!
No sooner had she finished speaking than a muscular female thug wielding a golf club was sent flying.

"Life, can you please spare me this once?"

"Fire! Fire!" Bang! Bang!
"In my next life, I just want to be a child who never wants to grow up—"

The lyrics are surprisingly fitting for this time of day.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The villains and criminals on the scene all drew their pistols and fired, but they could hardly hit the fast-moving wheelchair. All of their shots were stopped by the streamlined, bulletproof, transparent shell covering the wheelchair.

Meanwhile, in the wheelchair, the madman in the black robe and mask was still singing along to the song playing from the loudspeaker in his off-key voice. The terrifying wheelchair was flying away at supersonic speed, sending all the guys blocking the way flying. Another loudspeaker started blasting trash talk.

"Give way, give way."

boom!
"I thought it was a speed bump."

boom!
"How strange! Now that you see me coming, why don't you avoid me?"

boom!boom!
The three-wheeled vehicle clearly did not heed Ma Zhaodi's advice to spend less time online. It even seemed to have specifically visited those Chinese websites. After spending some time in the Black Robe Universe, its mental state became increasingly beautiful, and it began to emulate its driver.

To put it simply, the three-wheeled vehicle has clearly gone astray and has also gone astray—this may not necessarily be a bad thing, but Ma Zhaodi also finds it hard to regard it as a good thing.

He felt that his small group was recently trending towards becoming a superhuman combination.

"Huh, are these thugs and criminals really that much more resilient than the criminals in my universe?"

Ma Zhaodi sped out of the thugs' encirclement. In his rearview mirror, he could see the group of thugs who had just been attacked getting up from the ground as if nothing had happened, their expressions filled with fear, but they still relentlessly chased after him.

"Has she been hypnotized?"

[Please note that you have discovered a rule of this world.]

Now, based on this rule, I will explain to you: all DC universes can coexist and are real, but the ways in which these different universes exist are not entirely the same. This is because their narrative layers use different carriers and means to create the universe for different purposes.

To put it simply, a DC universe created using comics will have some comic book characteristics, a DC universe created using digital film and television will have some film and television characteristics, and a DC universe created using games will have some game characteristics—these are the basic rules and logic governing the formation of these universes.

"You're right, but those people are chasing us like zombies!"

Ma Zhaodi turned his head and glanced at the wheelchair rearview mirror again, and couldn't help but be moved by the indomitable spirit of those thugs who, despite their disabilities, were determined to stick to their posts.

"According to the logic in the game, you can maintain your mobility until your health bar is completely depleted, and you seem to have a very strong vitality. Almost everyone's physique is like a weakened version of Kimiko without superpowers."

[All DC universes serve their narratives and are built upon them to construct the framework of their worlds—would a detective comic require characters with superhuman fighting abilities? Would a fighting game depict all enemies as harmless ordinary people who could be knocked down with a single punch?]

"I won't wait. You mean my universe is a mystery comic universe, so all the heroes aren't strong enough?"

[Partially not, not entirely—at least not in Gotham City.]

"This doesn't make sense."

Ma Zhaodi frowned: "I've been on so many business trips, from The War of the Laughing Mystery to the other Barry universe, they're all DC universes, but I haven't felt that the heroes or villains there are much stronger than us."

So, when are these two points in time in the universe?

(End of this chapter)