Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 614 Double Happiness

After the thugs finished their conversation, they were about to pull out their knives to finish off the detective in the square—but they found that he had already disappeared.

"Damn it, where did that cop go?"

"I don't know, did you see it?"

"I do not have it."

"A bunch of fucking trash."

call--

The evening breeze blew across the night sky, and the still-shaken detective was placed on the balcony of a tall building next to the square.

"Oh my god." He looked at the tall, muscular black bat-like figure in front of him, his whole body going limp. "Thank you, thank you—"

But seeing the wrecked police car, the thugs' jeep, and the collapsed statue in the center of the square, that feeling of gratitude quickly turned into frustration and despair.

“The city is burning,” he said somberly. “There is no hope left.”

"Stay here and don't expose yourself."

The lingering sound faded away, and the bat's figure had vanished.

He didn't waste his precious time encouraging the officer—in fact, if it were Batman from the Arkham universe, he wouldn't have encouraged the officer either.

In this respect, the two have very similar styles of doing things: decisive, autocratic, and ruthless—everything is based on achieving the goal as the highest priority. The only difference is that their methods differ due to their different circumstances.

Fortunately, Batman's only goal has always been to "save Gotham," so he has always been Gotham City's superhero and greatest detective, rather than the most terrifying supervillain.

"what!"

boom!
"who!"

"Damn it, it's that terrifying bat guy! Everyone, hurry—"

Shoot him! Shoot him!

click-

The dull thud of flesh colliding suddenly rang out from the square, and bats that had ambushed from the darkness began to beat up the children.

For the thugs, the attack was as fierce and terrifying as ever, each blow breaking bones and each punch landing with a thud, leaving them battered and bruised; but for Batman from the Old Ma universe, this battle was the most difficult fight against hordes of enemies he had ever encountered since his debut, and he silently began to revise his previous battle plans and strategies.

"The criminals in this world are incredibly strong and resilient; almost every one of them can withstand more than ten of my punches before collapsing."

Having come to a conclusion, he grabbed the arm of a burly man who had fallen to the ground with both hands, stepped on his chest, and twisted it forcefully.

Click!

"what!"

"His strength is also astonishing, almost to a superhuman level—"

A faint pain came from his chest. Following his usual fighting habits, he used his breastplate to catch a thug's jab—the thickest part of the Batsuit, where the bat emblem was located, the most conspicuous part, which had previously been used as a trap.

But the thug's punch caused minor injury. Bruce, who was often injured, accurately judged that his bones were fine, but there would probably be slight bruising under his skin.

In the past, the result would have been that the thug's arm would have been broken, his fighting ability would have been greatly reduced, and then he could have been finished off with a blow that would have rendered him unable to fight.

With a flick of his black cloak, blocking the thug's view, he delivered a swift and vicious side kick to the thug's knee.

boom!
"what!"

"It's not broken."

This doesn't make sense, Batman thought. He knew how hard his kick was, how fragile a human knee joint could be, and how incredibly strong the thugs were—they only screamed and staggered back a few steps. "Moves that could instantly incapacitate someone don't seem to work as well anymore. They can get back up and rejoin the fight after being knocked down."

Rain washed over Gotham under the cover of night, the rain flowing continuously around Batman. The biting cold only made him more excited, as if something was breaking out of its original shell.

Ten minutes later, he had completed his battle summary and planning, and the thugs' attacks were no longer able to reach him.

"That's a monster!"

"Is he really human?"

"Quickly, call for help! Call for help!"

Amidst screams, blood, and wails, the silent, dark shadow of the bat intensified the terror of the rioters. None of them fled, but their hands and feet began to tremble.

"Fear is still the most effective weapon. After they cower, even a simple jab will knock them to the ground. Gotham City in this world is very special."

Batman thought to himself that the information gathering was sufficient.

"Batman."

Ma Zhaodi's voice suddenly came through the communicator: "I saw a military vehicle heading towards you from the cameras on the roads around you."

"very good."

After Ma Zhaodi finished speaking, Batman's movements suddenly became more swift, taking down all the remaining people within ten seconds.

He was waiting for that military vehicle; otherwise, there would have been no need for him to return to the square to fight after rescuing people—that's not his style.

"Twelve people, it's estimated to take at least five minutes."

Batman pondered for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Twelve people, without using any props, how long do you usually take to deal with them?"

“A head-on fight would take at least half a minute,” Batman Arkham replied. “Scarecrow and other supervillains are far superior in physical fitness and combat ability—most of them are.”

“My decision wasn’t smart enough,” Batman replied. “Your combat efficiency is far superior to mine; I should be in charge of the evacuation.”

"Under the same conditions as me, you can do it in one minute."

Batman from Arkham replied, "You just lack sufficient real-world combat training, that's all."

“Time is of the essence, there’s no time for me to train,” Batman replied. “Come find me, we’ll work together—Old Ma, with Clinton’s help, can get the man out as quickly as possible, trust him.”

"it is good."

“My Batsuit is on its way,” Arkham Batman suddenly added. “I’ve had two of them airdropped from the Batplane, along with a second Batmobile—get ready to receive them.”

"it is good."

After a brief exchange, Arkham Batman didn't waste any time. He glanced at Ma Zhaodi, then bent down and slid down onto the street.

Boom
The deep roar of the engine echoed from the street as the driverless, jet-black Batmobile—or rather, the Battank—crashed through the torrential rain, perfectly guiding Batman directly into the driver's seat.

"Old horse."

Arkham Batman said, "It's all yours."

At this moment, Ma Zhaodi suddenly understood something.

On the surface, the Batman of the Old Ma universe often appears to be more of a detective than a violent vigilante—the Batman of the Arkham universe is the opposite.

But in essence, they are still Batmans with the same core—they only have one bottom line: the principle of not killing. Apart from that, they will do anything as the situation changes, and they will compromise on anything to save Gotham.

But when the situation isn't so serious and Batman has a way to solve it directly, they quickly revert to their maverick style, resolving problems in the most efficient and ruthless way.

(End of this chapter)