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- In the night, a black motorcycle passed by like lightning, with a red figure on the car.
Tim Drake, the third generation Robin, aspires to "become the best detective in the world". In terms of setting, his skill is slightly inferior to that of the first generation Dick Grayson, but his investigative ability is even better.
But in fact, his skills are definitely not weak. In the comic "Cloak War", Jason Todd also had to admit: "This kid is very good at fighting. He has always been good at grasping the balance between intelligence and force. "
It's a pity that he lost to Todd in the end because he "fighted the way Bruce taught him" and "clinged to a set of moral principles." Therefore, facing Todd, who had no bottom line, Tim The failure is also reasonable.
Seeing that such a "gentle, courteous, thrifty and kind" good young man arrived made Feng Bujue feel a lot better.
"God this scene is like a missile attack" Tim stood on the top of a building, looking at the ruins of the factory in front of him, and couldn't help but sigh.
Some fire trucks were parked near the incident site, and firefighters were still busy. The police established an extremely long cordon to block incoming reporters and nearby civilians. Although the scale of the explosion was alarming, the fire and subsequent damage caused afterwards were not large and have been effectively controlled.
"That's" Suddenly, Tim saw something. On the top of another building less than two hundred meters away from him, there was a figure wearing a long purple suit. Judging from the characteristics of this person, there is no doubt that he is the "Anonymous" described by the hostages in the bank incident.
Twenty-five seconds, this is the time it took for Tim to get close to Feng Bujue¡¯s back.
"Don't do anything stupid, Tim." When Feng Bujue spoke, his back was to Tim, but he seemed to have eyes behind his back. When the other party got close to a certain distance and was about to take action, he said this sentence at an appropriate speaking speed.
"You are the madman who threw dollars on the street." When Tim said this, his eyes became hostile: "You were also the murderer who killed the three police officers."
"I think your accusations are nonsense unless you have enough evidence to prove that I am related to these things." Feng Bujue turned around and replied calmly.
¡°There are more than twenty testimonies from different witnesses in the police station, and your appearance matches their descriptions exactly,¡± Tim said.
"There are many people who look alike, Tim." Feng Bujue said: "You can't convict me of guilt just because my appearance 'fits the description'."
"After I tie you up and take you back to the police station, I think the witnesses will be happy to identify you." Tim replied confidently.
"Tie him up? Take him back to the police station? Haha That's interesting. Who gave you the power to arrest me?" Feng Bujue smiled and said, "Am I engaged in any criminal activities at the moment? Or did my image data appear in the police report?" On the bureau's wanted list?" He shook his head, "Tim Tim an excellent detective should understand that the law is all about evidence."
"Hmph I know you are a cunning guy. You thought you blew up the bank's control room. Won't there be no information left? As long as it takes some time, the police can" Tim didn't finish his words. .
Feng Bujue interrupted: "Then wait until they restore the surveillance video and get tangible evidence before arresting me." He spread his hands: "Now I'm just standing on the roof to watch the scenery. Just a legal citizen."
"That's enough! Such a conversation is meaningless. You and I both know that you are 'Anonymous'!" Tim shouted.
"Even if I admit it, so what? Tim." Feng Bujue said seriously: "I can go back with you. But what will happen next? The testimonies of the hostages can only prove that I killed three bankers. Robber." He shrugged: "My behavior was undoubtedly self-defense, and it could even be said to be an act of righteousness, just like what you and Shenwang did." He stretched out a finger. He pointed at the other party shakingly, like a teacher instructing his students: "I don't know how much of the surveillance video can be restored, but I don't think you can find any footage of me killing three police officers. Facts Go on. I think I have been paroled before you restore the video. As for how much the parole fee is, I don¡¯t care.¡±
"In addition, no one, no matter the police or the hostages, 'saw' me throwing dollars into the street. Even if you could find every piece of money scattered on the street, you would never find even a single fingerprint belonging to me. Feng said unhappily: "Not a single police officer has ever directly witnessed my face."
Feng Bujue has obviously thought about everything a long time ago. Every step he takes in the bank is meaningful: "If this case goes to trial, the only thing the hostages can provide to the police that is detrimental to me isThe news is after I killed three robbers, I used a gun to force the hostages to put a cash bag on their heads and tied their hands and feet with plastic locks. He tilted his head and smiled: "I can explain this matter this way'After I killed the three robbers for the purpose of self-defense, I was worried that there were their insiders among the people present. In order to better cooperate with the police's actions, I took control of the situation immediately and hinted to Chief Clapton that among the hostages there were associates of the robbers, asking him not to let down his guard. ¡¯¡±
"Hmph do you think anyone will believe your lies?" Tim snorted coldly.
"Of course there will be, this is a free country, Tim, the jury is neutral, isn't it? Besides everyone has weaknesses, right?" Feng Bujue smiled gloomily: "As long as I have a way to look like With reasonable arguments, the final outcome of my trial can only be that I be acquitted due to lack of evidence.¡±
"Ha!" Tim also laughed: "Just what you said to me just now, I can"
"Testify me?" Feng Bujue interrupted the other party again: "Then go and testify. Anyway, in court, I can completely deny it. Then your testimony will become 'based on subjective conjecture and reasoning. A lie made up to send me to jail." He suddenly shook his finger: "AhahTim, what are you doing? You turned sideways calmly and secretly reached for your belt. Location, do you want to turn on some kind of recording device?"
Tim couldn¡¯t help but cursed in his heart when Feng Bujue saw through his intention.
"You only reacted after my reminder, which shows that you are still too young." Feng Bujue said: "If Bruce were standing here today, he would have started recording as early as when I said the word 'evidence'. Alright."
"You actually" Tim said solemnly: "Not only do you know my name, but you also know Bruce"
"Hahahaha" Feng Bujue suddenly laughed loudly, laughing for more than ten seconds before stopping: "In my opinion, Batman's identity has always been a joke.
He wears military-grade clothing that costs more than $1 million and can afford to drive a vehicle that costs more than $80 million. He is Caucasian, between the ages of 25 and 45, and is six feet two inches tall. How many people do you think will qualify? Even across the United States, I could narrow the list down to twenty people. Not to mention. In this little Gotham City. "
"Who are you?" At this time, Tim's eyes when looking at Feng Bujue had changed. He realized that the man in front of him was obviously not the kind of super criminal who relied on force, but the type who relied on IQ. This kind of person is particularly difficult to deal with.
"What do you think? Tim." Feng Bujue threw the question back.
¡°If what you said about ¡®visitors from another world¡¯ is true, my initial inference is¡± Tim replied: ¡°You are a clown from another universe.¡±
"Haha You are indeed not bad, kid. If I were in your position, I might think so" Feng Bujue said: "But I am not a clown. A real clown will not be here during these days. It came about because Gotham City without Batman was too boring for him.¡±
¡°Sounds like you know that madman very well,¡± Tim responded.
By the time the conversation reached this point, Tim had understood that it was impossible for him to extract any substantive information from the man in front of him, so he began to slowly approach Feng Bujue. Be prepared to take someone.
"I know you very well, Tim Drake." As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Bujue unbuttoned the two buttons tied together in the middle of his jacket, revealing a bundle of bombs
Tim stopped immediately. He was shocked and said: "What do you want to dodie with me?"
Feng Bujue smiled. He took out a small remote control from his jacket pocket and raised it with one hand: "Who knowshehehe" After he said that, he pressed it immediately.
boom¡ª¡ª
A loud noise announced that the remote control had detonated the bomb.
But that was naturally not the bomb tied to Feng Bujue¡¯s body, but somewhere else.
The moment Feng Bujue pressed the button, Tim shook his cloak in shock and rolled backwards. Unexpectedly, the explosion did not happen in front of him, but somewhere further away.
"What's going on" Tim stood up again and took a closer look.
Behind Feng Bujue, about a hundred meters away, was another high-rise building, where the explosion occurred. After the blast, a huge arc-shaped gap was left on the outer wall of the building, like a smiling face.
Looking from Tim¡¯s perspective, this burning smile is suspended in the sky behind Feng Bujue, and the smile on this lunatic¡¯s face,same.
"Even now, Tim, you still don't have enough evidence to send me to jail." Feng Bujue waved his hand and threw the remote control outside the rooftop, "You saw me pressing the button when the explosion happened. It's a thing, but it doesn't prove anything. Maybe you can find a broken remote control on the street, but there are no fingerprints on it." He smiled evilly: "You see when everything depends on evidence. , it has become easier for criminals to get away with their crimes. The laws in this country are a joke, Tim. Countless real villains get away with it, while many good people are destroyed by this system because of small mistakes. whole life."
¡°What on earth do you want to do!¡± Tim shouted, but he still couldn¡¯t step forward. After all, the bomb on Feng Bujue¡¯s body hadn¡¯t exploded yet
"It's hard for you to understand my purpose."
"I can try."
"Don't bother, I'm not going to tell you." Feng Bujue replied, then pointed at the explosives on his body: "Anyway, what you should realize now isthese bombs are not for bluffing people. I am determined and will never be caught by you." He paused and then said: "Don't talk to me about the law. What's behind you is not the law, but justice. Even Batman can't deny that justice requires strength. I¡¯m here to support you. But you Tim, you¡¯re not qualified yet.¡±
As he spoke, Feng Bujue stepped back and stood by the railing of the rooftop: "There are two things you need to know." He took out a mobile phone from his arms and threw it to Tim.
Tim¡¯s dynamic vision is excellent. When he saw that what was flying over was not a hidden weapon, he reached out to catch it.
"Open the note. There are three sets of numbers in the first file. The numbers mark the coordinates of a bomb." Feng Bujue said: "And that bomb is located in an apartment one mile away from here and will explode within ten minutes. "He paused for two seconds and then said: "The second thing is, if you or other people from the Shenwang meet several other travelers from other worlds, do not believe anything they say. When you show that you have no hostility or surrender, you should cheer up That is a precursor to them going on a killing spree."
Having said this, Feng Bujue jumped back and jumped directly from the tall building.
Tim quickly chased to the rooftop and took a look, just in time to see Feng Bujue open a rectangular parachute in mid-air and fly towards the distance
"Sage, can you hear me? I'm Tim."
"Hey, Tim, what's going on? I heard you went after that"
"Okay, Barbara, there is no time. Please listen to me first." Tim interrupted: "I am going to defuse the bomb installed by a madman now. Please tell all the members of the Shennet the news." When he said this, he was already running. Using ropes and flying hooks, Tim easily reached the original building and began to walk downwards, preparing to jump into his car with a top speed of 300 kilometers per hour. "Let Dick be careful of the two visitors from another world." , their surrender is probably an illusion, they must be imprisoned in super criminal-level cells and closely monitored!"
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Five minutes later, Feng Bujue landed two streets away. He had packed up his parachute and found his way into a small street with a leisurely gait. He walked straight to a luxury car parked on the street, got into the back seat, opened the door and got in.
In the back seat of the car, there was a tall middle-aged man sitting. The right half of his face was normal and his hair style was normal, while the other half of his face was sore and skinless, and his hair was cut and styled. His suit is also very special. The right half is black, with a calm and solemn style; while the left half is a flashy striped suit, similar to the attire commonly used by middle-level mafia cadres.
Feng Bujue sat down opposite the double-faced man unceremoniously, picked up a bottle of whiskey from the mini bar, and poured himself a glass, "You've taken the bait, get your people ready." - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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