Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 620 Important things should be said first.

"Is this Batman... a little abnormal?"

"I'm not sure, have we been interrogated like this before?"

"No—I'm sure Batman, though he looked like a madman before, wasn't that crazy."

"So why are there two Batmen?"

"I'm not sure, but old Jack said Clinton sent him a message relaying the jinx's words, saying that there's a problem in Gotham and now there are two Batmen."

"Which one is true? Which one should we follow?"

"Fool, is there even a need to ask? The jinx said there are two, which means both are true."

The prisoners exchanged glances, and without any sense of shame, but with remarkable tacit understanding, they simultaneously began to pay homage to the mountain.

"The bat jailers knocked the scarecrow to the ground, dragged it in a bat wagon, and tortured it mercilessly. The bat jailers are invincible!"

Batman: "?"

You've even figured out a dual-leader structure so quickly?

Meanwhile, Batman Arkham's face darkened even more—he wanted to instill fear and deterrence in these birdmen, so they wouldn't act so recklessly in self-defense by shooting and killing people in Gotham, but he didn't want to think like them and become a mob boss.

What exactly is going on in Gotham, the other world?

“Don’t embarrass yourselves.” Bruce couldn’t help but grit his teeth: “Hurry up and find transportation in the city to pick up people from other places and then send them out of the city—be quick.”

"Don't you need our help?"

Batman immediately gave him a disapproving look.

So Old Jack immediately led the other prisoners and disappeared from the sight of the two Batmen.

"The analysis of the poison in that syringe has been given to Barbara. It should be a pure, new version of Fear Gas. She'll need some time to analyze it." Arkham Batman walked up to Batman and said, "The Scarecrow's location is in Chinatown."

"That simple?" Bruce frowned. "A pure gas sample is one thing. Scarecrow's gas is always difficult to deal with, and we probably won't get the analysis results tonight—but why did he even give us his location so directly?"

“It might be a trap, it might not,” Arkham Batman replied. “It doesn’t matter. Whatever traps he has set for me, we can handle them.”

"You seem to have a lot of confidence in me."

"It's just stating a fact."

Arkham Batman stared into Bruce's eyes: "You lack confidence in yourself."

"I lack some time."

The virtual screen in front of Batman flashed rapidly, showing him what another version of himself from another universe had done over the years—he could say with certainty that the other was his complete self, with the fighting power to sweep through all of Gotham's supervillains.

This is why he speaks and acts with such a strong sense of force—with his strength, he only needs to crush them directly.

"You don't lack time, you just lack pressure."

Arkham Batman hit the nail on the head: "Batman never has time, but he always has a solution. Your Gotham is comfortable, but you shouldn't be so comfortable."

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Bruce didn't answer the question. He knew the statement was true, but he couldn't just abandon the crucial development period of the Gotham reformation plan and go off to do criminal training or equipment upgrades on his own. Nor could he hope that Gotham's supervillains would show up at this critical juncture to continue making headlines.

It's safe to say that Batman truly never has time. "Batman, I've run into a bit of trouble."

On the streets of Gotham, Ma Zhaodi, in his wheelchair, whose life was ablaze with ghostly fire, spoke into his communicator: "I saw Clint and Old Jack near the radio station. It seems like they were thinking the same thing, so they both came to the radio station."

“But I just saw Old Jack drive back in a bus. He told me that the Bat Family is now protecting New Gotham City, and that from now on, there will be no two suns in Gotham. He also said that there are two bosses in the family and asked if I am the second-in-command of the family. Do you have any clue about this?”

".No."

"sure?"

beep - beep - beep -

The line went dead on the other end of the phone, and Batman hung up immediately.

"I was terrified. I thought the Arkham Knights were up to something."

Ma Zhaodi breathed a sigh of relief. Now it seemed that the group of people on the bus had simply been suppressing their emotions for too long and were now going crazy.

He looked at the dozens of surveillance screens on his laptop. Birds were carrying speakers, calling out to the unfortunate souls who had traveled through Gotham, guiding them with directions and paths. Thanks to the reliable computing power of the three-wheeled vehicle, route planning was completed almost instantly and could be changed in real time according to road conditions.

So, is this wave considered biological navigation or electronic navigation?

"According to a rough count, approximately 10,000 people have already left Gotham and reached the outskirts of the city."

Three-wheeled vehicle was reporting the situation: "The remaining people are quickly assembling. Old Jack will take prisoners with sufficient experience to support them, and release those with enough fighting ability to lead the team out of the city."

"One thing to note is that a large army, suspected to be composed of mercenaries, is currently gathering in the city and heading to various areas throughout the city."

"The army? Are you sure? The last Gotham army battle I saw was more like a battle between superpowered beings—or rather, a battle between supervillains."

"However, although the two groups under their command were completely untrained militia, the destructive power of the two bosses still destroyed most of the city."

“I’m sure they fit the definition of an army,” the three-wheeled vehicle replied earnestly. “Well-equipped, highly trained, and perfectly coordinated—uniform combat uniforms, nearly 70% body armor coverage, standard equipment of a rifle and ample ammunition per person, and the transport vehicles appear to be loaded with a large amount of materials for temporary combat fortifications, along with numerous armored vehicles and tanks.”

"There appears to be good coordination and communication between the various units, indicating the presence of a command center at the level of tactical masters."

"Okay, okay, that's it."

Ma Zhaodi sighed: "How can we possibly fight an army of this caliber? They'd be able to crush the Joker and the Riddler's men to dust in the Riddler Wars."

"I'm afraid you'll have to fight."

The three-wheeled vehicle replied, "I just finished checking the camera footage from Gotham City over the past two hours and confirmed that, in addition to the prisoners, other people from our original Gotham City were also brought here."

"Who?"

"A large number of Gotham Police Department officers, your universe's Chief Gordon."

"That's not entirely a bad thing, as we are currently short of police manpower."

"Solomon Grandi, Mr. Harvey Dent"

“They don’t need to worry. Solomon can’t die again, and Harvey is smart enough.”

“Jason, a child from the orphanage, also came over.”

"Why didn't you say so sooner?!"

(End of this chapter)