Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 9 Cat

"boom!"

"You son of a bitch! Do you know how to talk in Gotham now?"

"Bang! Bang!"

"You old fool, you're not the only one with a gun in Gotham!"

Watching the two bus drivers draw their guns and shoot at each other without saying a word, the passengers in the cars on both sides nimbly climbed out of the windows and skillfully found safe positions. The unlucky ones who were hit by stray bullets found cover and joined the group with their guns drawn, while those who were not hit quietly waited for the end of the gunfight. The whole process was smooth and orderly. The reactions of all the passengers could not be said to be well-trained, but at least they could be said to be practice makes perfect.

Surrounded by the daily life of the orderly East Side of Gotham City, Ma Zhaodi couldn't help but be moved by the bustling atmosphere and shed tears: "Drake, if you want me dead, just say it directly. There's no need to beat around the bush."

"This bus is the fastest and safest one we can take in the East Side." Derek shook his head. "If we take any other bus, we'll either be forced to sit behind someone with a gun in a traffic jam, or our wallets might be stolen on the bus, or worse. In Gotham, every week, someone gets raped on the bus or simply disappears when they get off."

While Drake was chattering, a stray bullet pierced through the concrete corner next to Ma Zhaodi, making his heart hang in the air even more. "Is it impossible for me to be blown apart by a bullet in this situation?"

"Trust me." Derek gave him a smug smile. "This bus is different. Most of the people inside are here for revenge. Every grievance has its perpetrator. There are many times in Gotham City when people have grudges but find it inconvenient or unwilling to resolve them according to the rules. At these times, many of them will make plans to fight."

"Maybe you robbed a customer of mine, or I sold you a bag of fake goods, or maybe I just bumped into someone on the road. It doesn't matter. We all know that this is not the real reason why we pulled our guns, but we just can't stand it anymore."

"Anyway, if it's inconvenient for you to deal with it right here, you can come here and solve it—on a bus full of desperate men, weapons readily available for purchase. Everyone has nothing, just a simple life and a mountain of troubles. You and I draw our guns and shoot, to determine who's better, and to decide life or death. The dead will be dumped into the sea, and that's the end of it. The living will breathe a sigh of relief and return to their rock-hard lives."

"So unless some lunatic dislikes us and insists on chasing us down, we, as mere hitchhikers, will hardly run into any trouble. This corner is a prime spot I carefully selected. It has a good view, is hidden, and is at a moderate distance. We can peek in and watch the show while avoiding other people's attention. After the fight is over, we can still catch up to the bus as soon as possible."

"I've been hiding here for a full six months, and the worst injury I've ever suffered was running too fast and spraining my ankle."

Ma Zhaodi listened to his explanation and could not help but admire him. Drake was worthy of having been in Gotham for a year. He already had some of the old Gotham Black Flag's appearance. Look at his brain, hey, look at his mentality, hey, look at his adaptability
"Bang!" A bullet hit Ma Zhaodi's feet, interrupting his thoughts.

"You little brat over there, I've been watching you for a long time. You've been sitting here for half a year, and you think you're watching our duel for fun? Show up if you dare! I'm going to beat you to death today!"

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Ma Zhaodi looked at Drake and listened to the shouting and cursing in the distance. Suddenly, he didn't want to recognize this friend anymore.

"Is this what you call safe?"

"I never thought there would be a lunatic who could ride a bus for half a year without dying! And he even took the bus specifically to target me! I'm so low-key."

"Bang! Bang!"

Seeing two more bullets flying towards him, Ma Zhaodi's heart almost jumped out of his throat.

"Stop talking nonsense! Think of a solution!"

Drake looked around. This position was good in every way except that there were not many ways to escape. If he wanted to sneak out and run to other streets, he would have to expose his body to the enemy's shooting range for about three to four seconds.

When facing the threat of death, Drake seemed to become unusually calm. He planned his escape route, possible situations, and the best postures and evasive actions over and over in his mind. At this moment, he was like John Wick in the movie, or like Agent 47 in the game, without any emotions, only rationality.

"Don't be afraid, I will help you escape." He analyzed calmly, as if he was not being chased in the bullet-riddled Gotham City, but chatting on the bustling streets of the metropolis.

He quickly planned an escape route in his mind. He seemed to see his figure nimbly rolling to the back of the car and standing up, relying on the car's sturdy engine to block the 9mm bullet, and taking a run-up to jump behind the trash can in the gap between the opponent's shooting. With the help of vision cover, he bent forward and quickly knocked open the door of the bookstore opposite. He jumped out of the second-floor window of the bookstore lightly, rolled to the ground, and disappeared from the opponent's sight.

Even if he fired several bullets in anger, they could only pass by his own cold face and could not hurt him at all.

"Watch my moves."

A calm smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He gently took off one of his shoes and swung the tip of the shoe around the corner like lightning.

"Boom!"

Looking at the leather shoes with two extra holes, he calmly put them back on his feet.

A second passed.

"You ballless wimp! Get out!"

"boom!"

Two seconds passed.

"Hahaha, you coward who dares not show his head! Let's see whose gun is harder!"

"Bang! Bang!"

Three seconds——

"What are you doing? Move?" Ma Zhaodi looked at Drake in confusion: "Didn't you say there was a solution?"

"I think it's safer to hide here." Drake showed an awkward but polite smile on his face. "His marksmanship was a little beyond my expectations. If we go according to plan, we might end up with a few more holes the first second we get out."

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I'm so stupid, really, Ma Zhaodi raised his lifeless eyes and then thought: I only knew that Drake had lived in Gotham for a year, could find a reliable way to help me find a job, and then go to work alive; I didn't know how funny he was and how he could attract hatred so much.

"Haven't you ever considered that someone who could survive on a bus like this for six months wouldn't be a bad shooter?"

"Stop arguing and think of a solution! You are Gotham's biological child! You have Gotham household registration!"

"I haven't even met my parents!"

Just as the two were arguing, Ma Zhaodi suddenly caught a glimpse of a person standing on the roof of the building next to them. A graceful figure in black was looking at the two of them with a cat-like smile on her lips.

(End of this chapter)