"What? Sir?" The driver had obviously heard Brother Jue's words, and the latter's tone and voice showed that he was talking to the driver. It was impossible for the driver to remain indifferent to this, "Are you talking to me?
"
"Then it depends on what you mean by 'I'..." Feng Bujue spread his arms, slumped on the back seat, looked at the rearview mirror in the car and said, "You mean a person
An ordinary taxi driver? Or does it refer to Bruce Wayne? Or... does it refer to Batman? Haha... For you, which one do you think is the real you?"
The car started to speed up, but the driver didn't press the accelerator hard because he was nervous. He stepped on the accelerator on purpose.
"It seems you know more than I expected..." When he spoke for the second time, the driver's voice and tone changed, becoming low and cold.
"Both each other..." Feng Bujue continued, "It seems that you have also listened to the recording of the conversation between me and Dr. Quinn, and found a clue that can track me..."
"Your observation skills are also sharper than I thought..." At this point, we no longer need to call him "driver". Yes, he is Bruce Wayne, also known as Batman.
"Observation ability?" Brother Jue repeated these four words, and then responded with a disdainful laugh, "Ha!"
"What are you laughing at?" Wayne asked.
"There are many things that are ridiculous..." Feng Bujue said, "First of all, someone seems to think that he only needs to put on some foundation, put on a cheap jacket, wash off the expensive hair wax, and put a scar on his cheek...
It's a foolproof disguise.
"Secondly, this 'taxi' driven by someone..." At this point, Feng Bujue raised his hands and made a quotation mark gesture, "...the car body has obviously been made to look like the real thing.
The tires used are still high-priced goods; what’s even more outrageous is... the interior of the car is actually clean, there is no peculiar smell, and there are no messy decorations placed in front of the car..."
"Okay... I have to admit, I rarely have the opportunity to take a taxi." Wayne was a little unhappy at being scolded, but he still kept calm, "And... before you, I have used this disguise.
, and this car... deceived many people, so I didn't realize there were so many flaws." He shook his head, "In any case, I will remember your words... I will improve in the future.
.”
The conversation continued, and the car kept accelerating. In a blink of an eye, they had left the road with more vehicles and entered a small road with less traffic.
"Improvement? For whom?" Feng Bujue said, "To deal with a group of amateur criminals? Or to deal with a few characters like Zas?" His words were full of ridicule, "You know the most ironic thing?
What is it? When you appeared in my sight while driving your car, what made me doubt you was not the 'observation ability' you mentioned, but 'general common sense'... This really disappointed me.
.
"Of course, there are things worthy of my observation right now, such as the tachometer in front of you that only supercars or racing engines have, and the button on the back of the steering wheel that you have been covering with your hand...
These two things gave me a very bad association..."
When he finished speaking, the taxi the two of them were riding in had already reached a speed of 140 kilometers per hour, and the speed was still increasing.
Wayne's posture skills are amazing. Driving a car at this speed through complex urban terrain is as easy for him as riding a bicycle.
"I can feel... you are a person who thinks very highly of yourself and has the ability to bear that arrogance." When Wayne replied, the taxi had already arrived near Gotham's Pioneer Bridge, "Unfortunately...
You are also a person who will bring chaos and evil to this world..." At this point, he had pressed the switch on the back of the steering wheel, "Therefore, I can only ask you to disappear..."
After saying that, Wayne pressed the button that Brother Jue thought was suspicious.
As soon as the button was pressed, the steering wheel in front of Wayne retracted into the car body. At the same time, the roof above the driver's seat quickly unfolded, forming a gap.
boom
The next second, with a loud bang, Wayne, who was wearing a seat belt, was ejected along with the seat under him, and flew out from the roof of the car.
And the taxi itself... rushed downhill along an uninhabited path under the Pioneer Bridge at a speed of nearly 200 kilometers per hour. Three seconds later, it crashed into the guardrail of the river and fell into the river.
The cold Gotham River.
The splash caused by the big iron lump falling into the water had not yet dissipated. Wayne, who was ejected into the air, bent over and pressed a "safety switch" at the bottom of the seat.
The reason why this switch is installed at the bottom of the seat is also obvious...because it is used to detonate the entire vehicle, so the design must ensure that it can only be pressed when the ejection function of the driver's seat is activated.
boom
When the self-destruction device was activated, there was a flash of fire and a muffled sound...exploding underwater.
After pressing the switch and detaching from the seat, Wayne performed a few gymnastics moves nearly ten meters in the air, and then landed firmly on the ground.
Just as he planned, on such a night, in such a sparsely populated place, there were no witnesses to the whole incident.
Of course, it doesn't matter even if there is... no one will recognize him; although Wayne's disguise seems to be in vain to Feng Bujue, for most ordinary people... this is enough.
If you know enough about the U.S. police's process of "asking witnesses for suspects' characteristics", you will be able to figure out the most effective way to disguise yourself.
Exaggerated wigs, fake beards, makeup techniques to modify facial contours, etc. These common techniques in film and television works are actually not that practical. Sometimes they will make the police realize that "this person is deliberately disguised."
In fact, Brother Jue mentioned almost all of them one by one when he scolded Wayne about the best ways to disguise himself.
First, skin color can be fixed with foundation.
Second, clothing, no explanation.
Third, hairstyle, same as above.
Fourth, a single, prominent feature; such as a long and narrow scar, a conspicuous tattoo, a sore... something that can divert other people's attention, and it is best to stick it on the face.
As long as the above four points are followed, even if someone sees it, the police investigation can be easily misled.
For example... suppose a passerby happened to be nearby and saw Wayne from a distance through the light of a streetlight. He would not be able to recognize him; when being questioned by the police, he would only follow the police's questions.
Guide, give a description like "That was a Latino man with brown skin, about six feet tall, and a long scar on his face." That's it... it's considered reliable, but this kind of description
Would the testimony lead the investigation to Bruce Wayne, a white billionaire with no scar on his face? That would be the opposite.
"Computer, check physical condition." After standing still, Wayne immediately raised his left hand and pressed the screen of his watch.
【Under testing】
【Respiratory system is normal.】
[Pulse and blood pressure are slightly higher than average and are decreasing.]
[No significant trauma.]
[Muscles and knee joints were slightly damaged.]
[Connecting the belt-end injection device]
[The supplement has been injected and is expected to neutralize the effects of lactic acid in the body and repair the damage within ten seconds.]
This non-emotional computer voice was transmitted directly into Wayne's inner ear through a special communication device in his cochlea, making it inaudible to others even if they were face to face with him.
While this passage was being narrated, Wayne had already walked to the "driver's seat" that had fallen to the ground not far away, and quickly destroyed it with the micro-incendiary bomb he carried.
Then...he looked around for a few times, and then escaped into the night.
…………
At the same moment, in the Gotham River...
Feng Bujue stood on the river bed at the bottom of the river with a pipe in his mouth and his hands folded on his chest.
The wreckage of the blown-up car was less than twenty meters away from him.
If Jue Ge wanted to, he could actually leave the car earlier than Wayne, but he didn't...
After understanding the other party's intentions, he chose to take advantage of the situation.
The moment he rushed into the water with the car, he knew that he was out of Wayne's sight. At this time, he twisted his body and used a [Land Kick] to remove a rear door. And fled out of that opening.
As a result, as soon as he got out of the car, an explosion occurred. The shock wave generated by the underwater explosion pushed Brother Jue away from the center of the explosion, and also caused him to lose some survival points; of course... this damage was not enough to kill him. .
"Well... what a son of Gotham, decisive in killing and resolute..." Relying on the [Oxygen Pipe], Feng Bujue could not only breathe underwater, but also talk to himself while spitting bubbles, "It's a pity... as As far as 'Batman' is concerned, your approach has gone a bit far..."
He stood there and waited for a while, and then said: "It's been more than two minutes, why don't you come down?" He looked sideways and pondered, "Sure enough... he also knows very well that when the equipment is insufficient, even if he has Even with a diving ability that is close to the limit of human beings... it is impossible to complete the investigation work at the bottom of this dark river; however, with his resourcefulness, he will never give up until he finds my body... So... from the time he returns to the Batcave, to After driving the submarine over, and then after he confirmed that my body was not in the car and had not been washed downstream along the river...all in all, I should have been able to get at least more than an hour."
Thinking of this, Brother Jue shrugged: "Sigh... It's really tiring to do a hidden mission."
His sigh came from a kind of helplessness; at this time, he already understood that time was the difficulty of this script.
The time required to clear a "normal difficulty" scenario like this in "non-sleep mode" is usually very short. In terms of the 1:2 ratio of non-sleep mode, eight hours of real time is equivalent to sixteen hours of game time. It's basically the upper limit.
To be honest, if Brother Jue had intended to end the script quickly, he could have done it six hours (game time) ago.
The method is also very simple, just three steps: first, cause a commotion in Arkham to lure out Batman; second, lay a trap; third, kill the coming Batman.
But in order to look for opportunities to "contact high-level gods" and to solve some of the "doubts" that the opening introduction brought to him, Feng Bujue did not do that; he chose to prolong the progress of the script, and then successfully found the
Hidden tasks...
Brother Jue even gave up a very close chance to kill Batman. When he was in the car just now, as long as he was willing, he could do anything in the back seat to kill Bruce, who was not even wearing a bat suit.
·Wayne sent to the west.
And all this forbearance, in the final analysis... is just to buy time.
Obviously, Feng Bujue's persistence in solving the puzzle far exceeds his desire to clear the level; in addition, there is also his personal "dissatisfaction" with the strangeness of the world, which is driving him to do more dangerous things.
actions...
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Evening, nine fifty.
For some people, this time is already close to bedtime, but for another group of people... this point is the beginning of their wonderful lives.
This is the banquet restaurant located on the top floor of one of the Gotham Twin Towers.
Well-dressed celebrities gather here, doing what they do every day, exchanging benefits with each other in a circle full of hypocrisy and lies, and cursing each other in their hearts that they will be finished soon.
Tonight's banquet was hosted by Mayor Cobot to celebrate his resounding victory in a recent poll.
In addition to the familiar faces of Gotham's upper class, the mayor also invited two people who were slightly out of tune with the atmosphere here: Prosecutor Harvey Dent and Police Commissioner James Gordon.
However……
"Ah... Gordon isn't here..." Mayor Coppola didn't show much surprise when he heard the news.
"You must have heard..." Prosecutor Dent, who was talking to him, continued in a solemn tone, "There was a very serious incident in Arkham this afternoon, and the perpetrator was related to the incident last night.
The suspect in the 'fire ax murder case' is the same person."
"I know all this." Coppola continued, "I also know that... the guy who calls himself 'Jack' is still missing until now. The thought of such a crazy criminal still wandering the streets makes me feel full.
Goosebumps..." He paused and lowered his voice, "By the way...is our mysterious 'Dark Knight' doing anything?"
Dent took a sip of the champagne in his hand, sipped his lips and said: "How do I know that Gordon is more familiar with him..." He paused for half a second, "Wait... Mr. Mayor, are you still here?"
Are you suspecting that I am Batman?"
"Are you?" Coppola's eyes widened and he answered expectantly.
"Of course not." Dent rolled his eyes.
Compared with the darkened version, "Penguin" and "Two-Face", who have always been good people, appear to have no sense of oppression. One is amiable and the other is upright and upright. Fortunately, both of their IQs are still online and they act as good people.
It is said that their ability to work in their positions is indeed very outstanding.
"Sir, you can't go in..."
Just in the middle of the banquet, suddenly, there was a noise at the door.
A waiter's gradually rising voice attracted everyone's attention.
"Sir! Sir!" He tried to persuade to no avail and could only pick up the walkie-talkie, "Security! There is a man in a long purple suit at the entrance..."
"We've seen him, leave it to us." Before the waiter finished speaking, the security guard's response came over the radio.
At the same time, three or four well-trained strong men rushed towards their target at extremely fast speeds.
However, when they were close to about five meters away from the man, they heard a "squeaking" sound of breaking wind.
In the blink of an eye, the security guards screamed one after another and fell to the ground.
Some sharp-eyed guests noticed... At that moment, several card-like objects seemed to fly out of the uninvited guest's hand with a black light shining on them.
Click!
Although Feng Bujue didn't have to rely on firearms, in order to control the situation in a way that the people around him could understand, he still took the time to get some firearms and ammunition before coming; at this moment, he took out a gun that looked very bluffing.
A shotgun fired at the ceiling.
As soon as the gun went off, the screams started.
Although the men did not scream, their reactions were similar to those of the women. Most of them instinctively bent down, looked towards and away from the direction of the gunfire; there were also some who reacted more alertly...
...is already moving towards the exit.
These are all expected things, and Brother Jue doesn't care if these passers-by escape.
"Good night, ladies and gentlemen." After firing a shot, Feng Bujue walked slowly towards the center of the banquet hall and said, "Don't panic, I came... just to find two people."
When he spoke, he did not relax his vigilance, because he knew that in the presence of the mayor, in addition to the security guards in the banquet hall, there would also be security forces with firearms brought by the mayor himself.
"First, it's Mayor Cobot..." When Brother Jue said this, he quickly found the mayor's location through the eyes of some passers-by. "Second... it's Prosecutor Dent..."
Fortunately, the mayor and the prosecutor are standing together now, which saves Brother Jue a lot of trouble.
"Ah... very good, both of you are here." Feng Bujue determined the target and quickened his pace.
"Reeze!" At this time, two bodyguards in suits rushed out and stopped in front of the mayor and prosecutor; they both took out their pistols and aimed at Brother Jue, and one of them yelled not to move (reeze's one
common usage).
Some people may think they are stupid and just shoot them. What are they shouting for?
But in fact, there is nothing wrong with their approach, because there are many other guests around Feng Bujue at this moment. Some people are running out, and some are still standing there at a loss. At this time, they shoot in the direction of Brother Jue,
If it misses... who knows where the bullet will fly? What if it kills a certain rich man next to it?
"Ha!" Feng Bujue looked at the two people and smiled, "I knew something like this would happen..." As he said that, he opened his suit, revealing two rows of what looked like explosives.
