Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 621 Dumplings Are Being Made
"So why did everyone from the Gotham Police Department come, but only Jason came from the orphanage?"

Ma Zhaodi couldn't help but ask, "Where are the others? Didn't they come?"

"No."

The three-wheeled vehicle answered decisively: "According to the surveillance footage, Jason Jr. appeared with Grandy in the abandoned factory in Gotham, at the location of the former Gotham Mourning Woods. It is speculated that he went out alone with Grandy to plant trees, which led to his being moved separately."

"What happened to the original location of the orphanage? Did the surveillance footage reveal anything?"

"No orphans have appeared, so you don't have to worry about the safety of other orphans."

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Hearing this, Ma Zhaodi couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, but then sighed again. Fortunately, the other children in the orphanage had not been transferred to the dangerous Gotham universe of Arkham; but what was worrying was that Jason had come over.

"Where are Jason and Grandi now?" Ma Zhaodi asked. "I'm going to bring him back."

If it weren't for Jason's incident, Ma Zhaodi originally planned to continue searching the whole city and bringing them out of the city one by one. But since Jason was also brought here, it was only natural to prioritize finding Jason.

He was probably the only underage orphan who had come to Arkham Universe, Gotham City, tonight. He was accompanied by Grandy, a big, dumb guy whose brain had shrunk but whose body was still inhuman. It could be said that Ma Zhaodi wasn't particularly worried about their safety right now, but if the Arkham Knights set their sights on Grandy, who was such a conspicuous target, then Jason, who was with Grandy, might be taken care of.

The criminals in Gotham City generally don't care about human life, let alone the mercenary armies that kill for money.

"The two of them are heading toward the Gotham Bank assembly point as directed by the broadcast—however, the location is a bit dangerous now, and Clinton shouldn't have announced it as one of the assembly points on the broadcast."

“Gotham Bank?” Ma Zhaodi’s mind flashed with memories of his past experiences: “Isn’t that the place where the Scarecrow and the Mad Hatter robbed a bank shortly after I arrived in Gotham City? What’s wrong with that place?”

"The original location of Gotham Bank is in Gotham, in Chinatown."

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Ma Zhaodi remained silent for a moment, then immediately reached out and pressed the wheelchair button. Two powerful blue tail flames erupted from the back of the wheelchair, instantly increasing both acceleration and speed.

Nitrogen boost, kid!

Autobots are Autobots after all. After adding a wheelchair form to the three-wheeled vehicle, the original pure electric new energy wheelchair became a hybrid type—or rather, a hybrid of oil and energy blocks. Although this kind of power looks like a kind of primitive and sci-fi aesthetic, that's just how Autobots are. They can indeed run on gasoline.

So, at Ma Zhaodi's insistence, the three-wheeled vehicle rolled its eyes and left a nitro acceleration function for the wheelchair mode.

Even for a silicon-based life form from Cybertron, Ma Zhaodi's understanding of "vehicles" is still too niche.

"Why the hell does it have to be Chinatown?" he couldn't help but complain. "Does that place have gold and silver, or are there Chinese people—why does everyone flock to that place?"

“At your current speed, you’ll arrive in Chinatown in about two minutes.” The three-wheeled vehicle ignored Ma Zhaodi and continued to speak to itself, “Just in time to meet up with Jason and Grandy.”

"My worry isn't about missing the rendezvous."

While Ma Zhaodi was anxiously heading to Chinatown, the two Batmen were checking the situation on the street and in various attics.

"The number of mercenary thugs on the street is not small, but it's not very large either; at most, it's the size of a small squad."

Batman said to Arkham Batman, “There are patrols around the other lofts, but they’re all empty. Only the biggest and tallest loft hasn’t been searched—the clues are too obvious, something’s not right.” “I didn’t expect to take down Scarecrow so easily,” Arkham Batman replied, “but I’ve prepared contingency plans for the so-called ambush—we’ll storm in.”

No sooner had the words left his mouth than the sound of drums suddenly rang out from the street.

Boom!Boom!Boom!
No, if you listen carefully, it's not the sound of drums, but the sound of some enormous creature running through the streets, a loud thumping accompanied by a slight tremor of the ground, as if a terrifying and ferocious beast had rushed into Chinatown.

"Alert! Everyone on alert!" A thug picked up a walkie-talkie and shouted a warning to the others, starting to issue orders. He seemed to be the leader of the squad: "No matter what that thing is, the moment it appears, everyone open fire and turn it into a sieve!"

"Captain, what if they are friendly forces?"

"Idiot! As long as we don't receive news of the Scarecrow, we'll fight even if they're allies! Have you forgotten what the Joker looked like a few years ago? Who knows how many monsters are still lurking in Gotham City?"

"Hmph, the Joker is dead. Gotham City will be ours tonight."

"I'm just giving you an example—"

boom!
With a deafening roar, dust billowed up, and a wrecked car was sent flying by the massive vehicle that had crashed into the street. This caused him to pause briefly, standing there dumbfounded, looking around as if trying to determine his direction.

"Cough! Cough, cough cough. Grandi! I told you not to drive so fast! What if you can't stop and hit someone?"

A youthful voice came from the back of that enormous creature: "Besides, I'm not as strong as you, God, my back... if I weren't wearing some candy, I'd be completely broken and unable to move by now."

"Solomon Grandi, I'm sorry."

The enormous creature's voice was incongruous with its fierce and terrifying appearance; it even sounded somewhat aggrieved, like a child being scolded by an adult.

Only when the smoke and dust cleared did everyone see the true face of that terrifying behemoth.

Its body was as large as the Hulk, with huge muscles that looked like they were being inflated, and its pale skin was the color of a corpse, covered with terrifying bulging veins. Its clothes were tattered.

He turned his head, his eyes, almost entirely white with no pupils, staring intently at the thug. His face was reminiscent of the terrifying tyrant from the Resident Evil game.

"What the hell is this monster?!"

"Are you kidding me? Is this a zombie?!"

Is Gotham City turning into Raccoon City? Is the end of the world coming?

"I fucking told you to open fire!"

The squad leader roared, "Who cares if he's a zombie or not? Zombies are afraid of bullets too!"

"Forehead"

A small head peeked out from the monster's back. It glanced at the thugs who had suddenly appeared before it, and at the dozens of dark gun barrels pointed at it, and an awkward smile appeared on its face.

"Um, if I said I took the wrong turn, would you believe me?"

(End of this chapter)