Chapter 118: RPG!

Ma Ma Zhaodi walked down the street, watching the fireworks as he went.

He was not in a great hurry, as the mission start time had not yet arrived, and he had already reached the vicinity of the mission location—since the system had provided the location for this odd-job mission in advance, he had scouted the area many times over these past few days.

That was right; he had decided to accept this mission. Although facing two super-criminals simultaneously made his heart panic, this mission gave him an advantage he did not have when facing the Joker.

That was the ability to run.

That was right; this money did not have to be defended at all costs. Moreover, Batman was not on holiday today. Whether they took the money and ran directly, or Batman arrived in time, Ma Ma Zhaodi always possessed the initiative to retreat—and with his current survival capabilities, he could fully guarantee his escape.

Furthermore, they were destined to be unable to hide the money in the vault, because he had entered Gotham Bank a few days ago and made some preparations.

Ma Ma Zhaodi gradually arrived near the main entrance of Gotham Bank. He sized up the stern guards at the door. Putting aside the fully armed security personnel, just that single heavy vault door was enough to deter most people from even attempting a breach. If there was no way to obtain the bank vault's password, then naturally, they would have no connection to the money inside.

Scarecrow and Riddler were both intelligence-type super-criminals. Ma Ma Zhaodi could not determine what method they would use to steal the money from the vault. Perhaps that group would disguise themselves as bank staff, or security personnel—or perhaps, they would simply figure out a way to get the vault password and attack directly from the outside.

But regardless, covert actions like digging tunnels were basically impossible, because Ma Ma Zhaodi had already communicated with the insects and ants underground. There was nothing significant doing construction beneath the bank, so their assault would most likely come from the ground.

He was still disguised as a passerby at this moment. This time, he was not yet sure whether to use the identity of the Perverted Wheelchair Man—if the blowgun, the sneak attack, and the high-speed wheelchair were suitable for combat at that time, then he would let Scarecrow and the other two enjoy the Fourth of July to the fullest; if not, he would decide to create another identity for himself, a persona whose combat methods were completely distinct from the Perverted Wheelchair Man.

While thinking, he scanned the surroundings. The main route of the motorcade was not here, so there were few pedestrians nearby, and everything looked calm and peaceful.

There were two security personnel at the door, both heavily armed. They seemed to have nothing unusual about them, but the mission time indicated by the system was clearly about to begin, which made Ma Ma Zhaodi unable to help but scrutinize the faces of these two.

"Could they be those two in disguise to rob the vault?"

On the other side, the two security personnel at the bank entrance had also been watching Ma Ma Zhaodi for a long time.

"Is this person disguised to rob the vault?"

"Huh? Why do you ask?"

"Didn't you notice? For about a week now, this person has been loitering near the bank, staring at the bank every day without entering—doesn't that mean he's scouting the place?"

"But what could one person do? Besides, I remember seeing him enter the bank one day to deposit money."

"You saw that?"

"Yes, he deposited a full ten thousand in cash—and it seems this person has some reputation in the underworld."

"Oh, I remember now. Your brother has a friend in the Falcone family—does he know this person?"

"He mentioned an Asian who looked a bit fierce, saying that person had caused chaos in the Maroni family. I feel he looks very much like the person we are seeing."

"Damn? Is he a big shot?"

"Not exactly. His nickname is 'Bad Luck'."

The two's conversation clearly entered Ma Ma Zhaodi's ears. He awkwardly turned and walked to the street corner. If he had known earlier, he would have spent some assets to buy a disguise skill; now, he had actually been recognized.

He had indeed deposited ten thousand in cash into the bank a few days ago, but those banknotes had been laced with something—this was inspiration drawn from Ivy's methods. Ma Ma Zhaodi had smeared the pollen from ten vines onto this ten thousand dollars—and he could track that pollen through the vines.

He didn't even need to worry about his money failing to enter the vault, because on that day he had personally witnessed these bills being counted by the bank's money counter. Cash deposited into the bank vault would absolutely include a large amount that had been counted by the money counter. The pollen remaining in the bill counter would spread onto the cash—if the vault was truly robbed, then one only needed to follow the massive amount of pollen to track down that cash.

"Sigh, I was absolutely not this sinister before. It must be that I've been infected by Batman."

That was right; even if I, Ma Ma Zhaodi, bear ninety-nine percent of the responsibility, doesn't Batman bear one percent?

"Huh? Where did that 'Bad Luck' go?"

"It's for the best that he's gone. Maroni's restaurant was blown up directly. If you let him stay any longer, aren't you really afraid the bank will have problems?"

"Good, seems like that too—hey, those fireworks are really beautiful."

The other guard looked up. Seeing the emerald fireworks exploding overhead, he instinctively agreed: "Indeed, I really like fireworks."

"Me too. These things make me feel like I'm back in child—"

Before he could finish speaking, the exploding emerald fireworks turned into droplets of verdant rain, falling to the ground and landing on the two of them.

"Oh, this color is really beautiful."

"No, that's wrong... the sky is falling!"

"Oh my god!"

As the rain fell, all the guards near the bank began to tremble. Within just a few seconds, they collapsed onto the ground, curling their bodies and shivering, losing all ability to move.

Ma Ma Zhaodi was quick-witted and agile. The moment he saw the raindrops falling, he felt something was wrong and immediately stuffed a milk candy into his mouth. This was a milk candy made from the milk in the shop; as long as it was not swallowed, it possessed a continuous debuff-curing effect.

After the battle with the Joker last time, Ma Ma Zhaodi immediately realized he needed a sustainable debuff-curing method. If the Joker's dagger had been coated with concentrated laughing gas back then, he would most likely have been finished on the spot. Therefore, upon returning, he had specially crafted this debuff-curing milk candy.

After the raindrops fell, a strange whistling sound rang out in the sky. Ma Ma Zhaodi looked up, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

"Holy crap! R—P—G!"

A massive warhead rushed in at high speed, striking the ground and exploding directly. Violent flames mixed with spreading green smoke, not only blasting a hole in the wall but also turning the entire bank area into a smoke zone within a dozen seconds. Now, even all the personnel inside the bank collapsed onto the ground, emitting cries of fear.

Just at this moment, amidst the hazy mist, the sound of hooves and a madman's song arose.

"The Walrus and the Carpenter walked hand in hand along the shore~"

"They saw so much sand and couldn't help but weep~"

"Seven maids swept with mops for half a year~"

"Do you think they could clear this place?"

The other madman replied: "Hmm—I don't think so."

(End of Chapter)