Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 8 The bus is thrilling and exciting
Are you feeling unwell?

Damn, how dare you ask me this question?

You've only lived in Gotham for a year, and now you have no idea what ordinary people's lives are like?

Ma Zhaodi had a thousand complaints in his mind, but he didn't know where to start. In the end, he subconsciously fixed his eyes on the gun in Drake's hand.

Drake saw his look and laughed modestly. "I was going to give you my gun, but then I remembered Old Jack was having a sale today, so I went to ask. You're lucky he still has a barely used Glock 17 left. It's only $9 with the mm ammunition and magazine."

"Wait, a sale? A Glock 17? The driver's side job is an arms dealer?"

"Don't worry, there are quite a few people in Gotham who buy this. But the quality is a bit of a gamble, and it's also too light. They're all used by cops, so a lot of people sell Glocks they got from the police station, which sometimes gets people in trouble. But this one is absolutely fine. Old Jack wouldn't cheat me."

During the conversation, several tattooed men with flowery arms got on the bus.

Ma Zhaodi took the gun in his hand in a daze, and Drake considerately stuffed the remaining magazine into his coat pocket.

He subconsciously glanced at the driver again, and found that two or three people had already lined up next to the driver. The old man was steering with one hand with a relaxed look on his face, turning his head from time to time to talk to people, and taking out guns one after another with his right hand and handing them to the passengers who handed over money.

He even managed to cross an intersection with a one-handed drift.

"Oh, I haven't asked yet." Ma Zhaodi, waking up from a dream, looked at the front windshield, which looked like a decoration. "Why doesn't the bus have glass?"

A few leather-clad thugs who looked a bit like gangsters walked in from outside the car door.

"It used to be there, but after it broke more than a dozen times, the owner of the operation was unwilling to fix it anymore."

"A dozen times?"

"Ah, well, since this bus departs from the East District, there will be some minor friction from time to time."

"Wait a minute, wait a minute"

Ma Zhaodi held his forehead and thought for a long time: "You said we live in the East District?"

Several women dressed provocatively and seductively got into the car laughing.

Ma Zhaodi's comic reading volume is not ideal. Unlike some super-hardcore fans or researchers of Batman or DC, he is not able to know all the major events, the identities and relationships of the characters, the structure, origin and region of the organization, the names of institutions, etc., but he does have some impression of the East District.

It is difficult to become famous, but it is very easy to become notorious. The East District in Gotham City is such an existence.

As the world's crime capital, the darkest place, a dangerous city built on crime and gangs, Gotham's name is well-known in the United States, and the East Side is recognized as the most notorious area in Gotham City.

As Gotham's least developed district, the East Side is rife with poverty, crime, prostitution, drugs, and weapons trafficking. Beggar gangs, criminals, prostitutes, drug addicts, thugs, and weapons dealers are commonplace. The alley's most famous location, originally called Park Street, is where Thomas Wayne and Martha Wayne were shot and killed, earning it the name Crime Alley.

If you don't know who these two are, just remember that the Wayne family is one of the four great families that founded Gotham. "Yeah, where else do you think I would live? The Diamond District?"

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Several drug addicts who looked pale and listless staggered from the front door to the seats in the back of the car.

Ma Zhaodi watched them sitting down in the back seat and couldn't help feeling sad. No wonder so many talented people had flocked to the bus along the way. Now the composition of the people on the bus was quite mixed, just like putting sulfur, saltpeter, charcoal and shrapnel into a tin shell and then sealing it up.

You can't say it will definitely explode, but you know it might explode once it comes into contact with fire. Now Ma Zhaodi can only pray that Drake is reliable enough and won't let him run into a metal shell of explosives that might come into contact with fire.

“Squeak—bang!”

The driver of a high-speed bus suddenly slammed on the brakes. When all the people on the bus were about to fall off, the braking bus crashed heavily into another bus that was driving into the lane from the side, causing everyone to roll on the ground.

"Damn it! You can't fucking drive, can you?! Are you driving so fast in the East District hoping to get you to hell sooner, you bastard?"

"Stupid, if you keep yelling I'll put a bullet in your ass! Get the hell out of here!"

The bus driver on the other side was a middle-aged black man. After Old Jack initiated a voice chat, he immediately responded with equal enthusiasm and rapping with the fluency of a famous West Coast rapper. The exchange grew increasingly heated, yet the streets miraculously remained free of traffic. Clearly, the residents of Gotham City had developed strong driving skills and mental fortitude through their own lives.

Of course, we must also be mentally prepared to abandon our sense of morality and prioritize solving survival problems.

To put it simply, Old Jack and the black man started arguing with each other, but the other Gotham citizens passing by were already used to it, and they drove across the solid line and in the opposite lane.

There is no way. In modern society, everyone is very busy. Cars, horses, and mail are all in a hurry. An ordinary citizen may only be able to sell a few dozen grams of goods, receive six or seven customers, or deal with three or four corpses in a morning.

After all, we have to live.

"You bastard!" As the exchange intensified, Old Jack grew increasingly agitated and spoke faster and faster, his spit even splashing onto his beard. "I'm going to show you how to reason in Gotham!"

Then he pulled out a black shotgun from under the seat.

"boom!"

"Fuck, this is really getting mad!"

Ma Zhaodi's face was full of despair. He trembled as he hugged the pistol in his arms. Although he had only had it for more than ten minutes, it was obvious that from the moment Old Jack fired the gun, this gun became one of his good brothers in his mind, with whom he would live and die together.

However, the people around him looked calm and had already taken out their guns. Even Drake patted him on the shoulder and said, "It's okay. Let's get out of the car and find a safe place to hide. Old Jack will continue driving after he finishes the shooting. You can make it to work on time."

What the hell does "continue fighting after finishing the fight" mean?
(End of this chapter)