Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 608 A Werewolf Master, His Record Is Verifiable

Seeing the overly familiar stranger talking to Gordon, Arkham Batman remained silent. He observed the Batman he had never seen before and the stranger, habitually gathering information.

Seeing that neither of them reacted, Gordon instinctively took out his phone. He didn't recognize the man in front of him, but the man's confident manner didn't seem like he was lying.

More importantly, Batman didn't stop the other party.

The moment he pulled out his smartphone and started dialing, the Batman of this universe looked down at his hand.

"What is that? A cell phone?"

He was puzzled for a moment, but quickly recalled his conversation with the superpowered individuals who had come from Central City.

"This is what they called the kind of smartphone in their own universe."

But his face remained expressionless. Recalling his journey to the Bat Lights, he found the street scenes and buildings inexplicable, the clothing and makeup of some of the rioters, and the words they spoke incomprehensible. He could roughly understand some things, but had no clue about others.

Without kerosene lamps, without long overcoats, and with no company name for any of the cars on the street—besides being able to determine that he was still in Gotham City by some iconic old buildings and the terrain, and that there was a Bat-shaped lamp he had never seen before, he was almost completely unsure of anything else.

"So the technology here is wrong, it's the time here. The time here is different from my universe, it's at least a dozen years later than the time I am in."

Batman could vaguely pinpoint the problem, but he hadn't had a chance to verify it yet—he had only taken a five-minute nap in his office, and when he woke up again five minutes later, he found his world turned upside down.

“Batman.” Ma Zhaodi spoke up instead, taking out a smartphone and waving it. It was the phone from the hacker kit he had initially bought. Bruce had never seen him use this phone before. On his way here, he had already used the phone to connect to the network signal of this universe and obtained a lot of information.

“I know you may all have some issues, so I’ll break the ice first—the current date is Tuesday, June 23, 2015.”

The Batman of this universe understood perfectly. Ma Zhaodi's words confirmed his thoughts. He just didn't know why he and Ma Zhaodi had inexplicably ended up in someone else's universe—and judging from what Ma Zhaodi said, it wasn't just the two of them who had come over; the citizens of Gotham City from his own universe had also come over.

Barry traveled to his own universe using the Speed ​​Force, but what causes people from his own universe to travel to other universes? Is it simply because he collected a small amount of the Speed ​​Force for research?

Unlikely.

Batman from the Arkham Universe glanced at the two and asked instead, "Is time important to you?"

“Quite important,” Ma Zhaodi replied. “For our Gotham City, the timeline is still in the 20th century, and the collapse of the Soviet Union hasn’t even been that long ago.”

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The Batman of the Arkham Universe was taken aback by Ma Zhaodi's bluntness in stating a concept usually found only in science fiction. Although he didn't show any expression on his face, the impact of these words on him was far greater than on the Batman of Ma Zhaodi's own universe.

After all, he had been in this universe for so many years, but he had never seen any so-called visitors from other universes or time travelers. The technology and ruthless tricks that the Gotham fan club had created had already occupied a considerable part of his life. As for the remaining part, the content was basically about him beating up the fan club.

In fact, the moment the thought of trust even surfaced in his mind, an instinctive sense of vigilance seized over him, issuing a warning. Compared to so-called time travel or space travel, the fact that "Dr. Thomas Elliott's" surgically altered face had finally healed, and that he had spent nine months securing funding and technical support to create a low-spec version of his own equipment, and even found a martial arts master to learn his fighting style—this plan was at least somewhat feasible in a common-sense sense.

Well, upon closer examination, this so-called possibility is actually utterly absurd. Unless Elliott is an extremely terrifying genius, it is unlikely that he could have completely analyzed and mastered his own fighting techniques, combat thinking, and fighting style in just nine months.

If he could do that, he wouldn't have ended up working as an unlicensed doctor in Gotham's underworld. The other supervillains in Gotham would have arrested him long ago and used him as a trump card against him—at least the Joker would have done so.

Could it be another Gotham City? Or sometime in the 1990s?

Batman's instinctive wariness prevented him from immediately accepting this explanation.

"What?! How many people?!"

Gordon, who was on the phone, suddenly turned pale with shock: "At least tens of thousands, maybe a hundred thousand? How could so many citizens have been missed?"

“Have them check the police department’s identification system to see if these people are in it,” Ma Zhaodi reminded them. “They are all citizens of our Gotham City; you won’t find any information about them here.”

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Gordon gave Ma Zhaodi a deep look, but instead of doing as he had suggested, he immediately spoke into the phone: "The most important thing now is to get them out of Gotham. Scarecrow's chemical weapons are terrifying. We have very little time, and we must race against time."

"Immediately recall all transport vehicles that have driven out of the city and have them come back to pick up people. Send someone to the broadcasting station to notify all citizens to gather near several landmark buildings so that the transport vehicles can pick them up and take them out—the speed must be fast, the faster the better."

Ma Zhaodi paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "It seems that no matter which universe, Sheriff Gordon is a good sheriff."

"Don't give me that. I don't agree with what you're saying." Gordon warned coldly after hanging up the phone, "I'll verify your claims later just to save as many lives as possible."

"Let me make it clear beforehand, everything you're saying sounds like the nonsense someone babbles after skating too much. I don't believe a word of it."

Ma Zhaodi shrugged.

The two Batmen exchanged a glance and almost instantly reached a consensus—Sheriff Gordon was right; in any case, the large number of remaining citizens in Gotham City had to be evacuated as soon as possible.

“I’m going to the radio station,” Arkham Batman said. “You didn’t bring your equipment, so you’re not very mobile.”

“I’m not familiar with the layout of Gotham City,” Batman replied. “Sheriff Gordon turned on the Bat-Signal, and I’m here to help him with what he needs.”

“I’m going to recruit Scarecrow’s henchmen,” Ma Zhaodi replied. “They’re werewolf game experts; their track record is verifiable.”

(End of this chapter)