Chapter 311: Reunion with an Acquaintance Brings Red Eyes

"For a superhero, using powers to do good is like an instinct, isn't it?"

Ma Ma Zhaodi watched the footage on the screen. Although the cameras in the police station weren't high-speed, after San San Bengzi's image processing, he could clearly see the criminal's hand grab the officer's gun—then the whole person seemed to be struck by something invisible, causing the gun to be dropped.

"He hasn't learned how to use his superpowers yet, hasn't even realized he has abilities, and he's already using them to help others." Ma Ma Zhaodi turned off the video: "He was born to be the Flash. Only a heart like that can control such unstable power."

He patted San San Bengzi. After their cooperation over this period, the vehicle immediately understood, quickly transforming back into a motorcycle, while Daimao jumped directly onto Ma Ma Zhaodi's head.

"San San Bengzi, let's go!"

"San San Bengzi, let's go, meow!"

"I said to call me by my name!"

When Ma Ma Zhaodi rode the motorcycle to the entrance of the Golden Bank, the bank still had an hour left before closing.

"Daily deposit, they said." Ma Ma Zhaodi sighed, and without locking the bike, he went into the bank with Daimao.

"Hello, I want to make a deposit."

"The same account?"

"That's right, deposit two thousand."

The bank manager smiled like a flower, her service attitude excellent—how could it not be? This person came to deposit money every two days, two thousand each time, for nine months straight; now the account held hundreds of thousands of US dollars.

What normal American has ever seen someone like this? In their daily lives, big spenders weren't unheard of, but this person who accumulated wealth bit by bit was unique.

"Just a moment, Mr. Ma, it will be ready soon."

At this moment, Daimao was quietly lying on Ma Ma Zhaodi's head. To others, it looked like an ordinary Siamese cat—three months had passed, and Daimao's acting skills were now perfect.

At least it looked like a cat.

Just as Ma Ma Zhaodi waited quietly, Daimao on his head suddenly moved—its cat ears twitched slightly, turning sensitively toward the bank entrance to listen quietly to the sounds there, then it gently extended a paw and stepped on the back of Ma Ma Zhaodi's head.

"Boss, boss."

"Keep it down, don't make a fuss."

Ma Ma Zhaodi's lips moved slightly as he quietly communicated with Daimao: "So many people are watching."

"No, boss," Daimao whispered back, "I smell something strange, meow."

"Hmm?"

Hearing Daimao's words, Ma Ma Zhaodi frowned slightly. Just as he was about to turn his head toward the entrance, the voice of Xiao Yu came through the earpiece again.

"Old Ma, a blond man wearing a baseball cap and a black jacket just entered the bank. He drove a black Mustang. According to the in-car camera, he should be holding a gun."

"Okay... but we can't be sure he's definitely here to rob the bank, right?"

"Wait—Old Ma, all the surveillance videos inside the bank have short-circuited. I can't see you anymore!"

Hearing the faint roar of an engine in his earpiece, Ma Ma Zhaodi immediately stopped him: "San San Bengzi, don't come in yet, don't rush."

"Old Ma, you are flesh and blood right now." San San Bengzi, no longer in the mood to argue about her title, spoke urgently: "The battle suit form exists for moments like this."

"Let's not argue about whether you want to enjoy the fight." Ma Ma Zhaodi said quietly: "You need to know, this city is entering a sci-fi style starting today. If even a bank robber requires you, what will we do later?"

During the conversation, the man walked toward the bank counter holding a piece of paper.

"No time to argue anymore, San San Bengzi, you stand by for now—don't worry, I have Daimao, I won't really die." While saying this, Ma Ma Zhaodi saw the bank manager approach.

"Your business is finished, Mr. Ma." She said with a smile: "Welcome to visit our bank again."

"Thank you."

Having finished his business, Ma Ma Zhaodi casually stuffed Daimao into his arms, and only then dared to activate Master-level Stealth—now, absolutely no one in the entire bank noticed him.

The man followed the line to the counter.

The slightly overweight black female teller wore a professional smile. Although she was quite old, she gave off an approachable vibe like a neighborhood auntie. She asked the man: "Hello, is there anything I can do for you?"

Ma Ma Zhaodi saw the man, who had kept his head down the whole time, hand over the paper in his hand.

"This is... a robbery?"

Reading the message written on the paper, the teller looked up at the man with slight confusion—the man's hands held neither a knife nor a gun.

"Is this a joke?" The teller frowned: "Kid, that's not funny."

The man finally raised his head, looking directly at the teller.

"What do you think?"

As soon as the words fell, a thick fog suddenly spread throughout the bank. In just three or five seconds, only a hazy white mist remained in Ma Ma Zhaodi's vision.

"Holy crap, something's wrong. This doesn't seem like a normal robber. This is that—"

"Boom!"

A huge roar suddenly came from the sky. Before Ma Ma Zhaodi could move forward, the bank's massive glass dome was shattered instantly by wind and thunder. The white fog was blown away, and wild wind and raindrops, carrying glass shards, surged into the bank, filling every corner.

Seeing all the electrical appliances in the bank go black and fail in the thunderstorm, Ma Ma Zhaodi finally understood how the cameras inside the bank were destroyed.

With the lights gone, the bank plunged into darkness. The abnormal wind continued to blow non-stop, and even the daylight outside was blocked by thick dark clouds. At this moment, the visibility inside the bank was almost no different from night.

But Ma Ma Zhaodi could still see the robber's face in the occasional flash of lightning: short blond hair, a fierce expression—and the same arrogant and violent eyes as always.

"Damn, it really is an old acquaintance."

Ma Ma Zhaodi recognized the other party at a glance, because the last time the two met was also in a bank, and the other party was also robbing one—this moment was exactly like that moment.

"Clyde Mardon," he thought: "Truly a professional bank robber. I remember he was the Flash's first opponent, not even a minor boss, just a newbie experience pack."

"Damn it, why is the difficulty so high right after meeting?"

Ma Ma Zhaodi put the pistol he was holding back into Shangcheng. In such a high-speed storm, bullets would be blown off course by the high-speed airflow.

"Have to fight in close quarters—Daimao, hold on tight, don't get blown away by the wind!"

"Got it, meow!"

Ma Ma Zhaodi casually opened Shangcheng, found an item as a backup plan for close-quarters combat failure, and then leaped into the storm.

"Clyde! Meeting again!"

(End of Chapter)