Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 7 Huh?
Drake acted like a complete novice during the robbery. He remained calm even when he heard the gunshots through the phone. He asked into the phone, "Donald, are you busy?"

The gruff male voice seemed patient. He listened to Drake's words and then replied slowly, "Not busy right now. We're finishing up."

"Bang!" Another gunshot.

"Look, I have a friend who just arrived in Gotham. The few skills he has are just normal skills, which are completely useless in Gotham City."

"You want him to do something for me?"

"Don't you own a restaurant? His face is perfect for attracting women to dine with him. He's not into violence, but he's not afraid of it either. He's just an ordinary guy, but he's got good eloquence, is brave, and doesn't get stage fright."

"If you are good at speaking, your mouth won't be tight."

"Snapped!"

"Please, don't—"

"Snapped!"

"I assure you, he's perfectly tight-lipped—he's just an ordinary guy, and he wouldn't risk his life just to brag."

"Crack! Crack!"

Several more gunshots rang out from the other end of the line. A moment later, the rough male voice rang out again: "Drake, I owe you even."

"of course."

"Is that boy with you?"

Ma Zhaodi immediately answered the phone: "I'm here."

"Come to work at nine tomorrow morning."

"Beep-beep-"

Looking at the hung up phone and listening to the busy tone, Ma Zhaodi looked at Drake in confusion.

"?"

"Look at what I'm doing. He said he wants you to go to work, so that means he agrees."

"What about the location? What are the requirements? I don't even know what to wear."

"I'll take you there. Just remember the way. The waiter's uniform is inside the restaurant. As for what to do, it's what waiters usually do: greet customers, take orders, serve food, and wipe the tables. There's nothing else. Oh, and you have to bring a gun. It doesn't matter whether you can use it or not, but you must bring it. I'll leave mine with you."

Ma Zhaodi laughed. In the dilapidated Gotham, the standard equipment for work is a gun, and other things are not the important things.

"By the way, do you have a wallet?"

"No, I'm used to only carrying my phone with me when I go out. Damn, I don't even have a phone!"

"I can give you my wallet, but not my phone. Camilla doesn't usually contact anyone and doesn't socialize much. I'll talk to her and ask her to give you her phone. You should have a phone card, right?"

"No problem, I have this."

Ma Zhaodi accepted Drake's gift in full, because it was what he deserved. Even if he didn't say that he gave away a life, if he simply calculated it based on asset points, he also gave away the life recovery originally worth 9999 US dollars.

Ten thousand dollars for a wallet, a cell phone, and a gun, even with a job as a waiter in Gotham, is a real premium.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but secretly praise the system's thoughtfulness. It provided bank cards and phone cards from several common American banks, which saved him a lot of effort.

Drake wasted no time and went to find Camilla first. No one knew what they were doing in the room until Ma Zhaodi made the bed on the floor. Then he took out a small cell phone and handed it to Ma Zhaodi.

That night, Drake and Camilla's room was surprisingly quiet, and Ma Zhaodi slept soundly on the sofa. The next morning.

Drake got up early and woke up Ma Zhaodi who was still sleeping.

"Come on, I'll take you to work."

Ma Zhaodi, sleepy-eyed, glanced at the clock hanging in the living room. The hour and minute hands on it both pointed to seven, which made him a little confused: "Why did you get up so early? Isn't it only seven o'clock now?"

“We don’t have a car.”

"what?"

A moment later, Ma Zhaodi, with a look of regret on his face, hurriedly got up and put on his clothes. Then he was dragged out of the door by Drake. The two of them trotted all the way to a scarred and holed iron pole not far away.

"Drake, although I understand that you don't want me to be late, we should at least have breakfast first."

"We're running out of time. Let's eat on the way. If we're any later, we might miss the time."

Drake explained as he put the scarf around Ma Zhaodi's neck.

"Oh my god, how far away is the place you introduced?"

"The Audisburg area isn't very close to the East District, but the route is pretty good. If we're lucky, we can get there in about half an hour."

After putting on the scarf, Drake took out a hat and put it on Ma Zhaodi's head.

"what?"

Ma Zhaodi was confused: "What is luck——"

"squeak"

A bus arrived at the station and the door opened. Ma Zhaodi's questions were interrupted. Derek pulled him onto the bus and found a seat first.

Ma Zhaodi sat down on the chair and was about to ask another question when he felt a gust of wind on half of his face. The cold air made him wake up instantly. He turned his head and saw that all the windows of the bus were gone. The cold air rushed into the bus from the hole where the front windshield should have been installed, and the people around him basically wrapped their heads tightly.

"this?"

Before he could recover, he saw Drake, who was sitting on the side, pull out a gun from his pocket and hold it in his hand.

"What are you doing?"

Drake didn't answer him, but stood up and walked to the bus driver and started chatting with him.

"Fuck, you can't interrupt—"

Ma Zhaodi was about to pull Drake back, but when he saw his seat, he suddenly realized something was wrong. Why was there a hole in Drake's seat?

Just when he got on the bus, he wanted to ask why there were so many welded parts on the bus. Densely packed small pieces of iron sheets were welded to the body, and the patches looked like a patchwork quilt made of scraps of cloth.

"Wait, is that a bullet hole?"

He originally thought that there might be a few thugs, gangsters, prostitutes, or drug addicts in the car, but you tell me there was a gunfight in the car?
Maybe I should just get out of the car and walk to work, maybe that would be safer?
At this moment, Drake seemed to have reached some agreement with the driver. He opened his wallet, took out a few colorful bills and handed them to the driver. The driver smiled at him and took out a pistol and several magazines from somewhere and handed them to him.

"what?"

Drake came back with a pistol in his hand as if to ask for credit, and sat next to Ma Zhaodi. Seeing that his emotions seemed unstable, he asked with concern.

"What's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"

(End of this chapter)