In the night, a black motorcycle passed by like lightning, with a red figure on the car.
Tim Drake, the third-generation Robin, has the ambition to "become the best detective in the world." In terms of setting, his skills are slightly inferior to those 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 balancing intelligence and force.
"
It's a pity that he lost to Todd in the end because he fought according to "the way Bruce taught him" and "held on to a set of moral principles." Therefore, facing Todd who had no bottom line, Tim
The failure is also understandable.
Seeing such a "gentle, courteous and thrifty" good young man coming over made Feng Bujue feel a lot relieved.
"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 in the area near the incident site, and firefighters were still busy. The police set up an extra-long cordon to block incoming reporters and nearby civilians. Although the scale of the explosion was alarming, it was not clear what happened afterwards.
The fire and subsequent damage caused were not large and have been effectively controlled.
"That's..." Suddenly, Tim saw something. On the top of another building less than 200 meters away from him, there was a figure wearing a long purple suit. Judging from the characteristics of this man, he was undoubtedly a bank
During the incident, the hostages described him as "Anonymous".
Twenty-five seconds was the time it took for Tim to get close to Feng Bujue.
"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 approached a certain distance and was about to make a move, he spoke at an appropriate speed.
This sentence came out.
"You are the madman who threw dollars on the street." When Tim said this, his eyes became hostile: "You are also the murderer of those 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 exactly matches their descriptions," Tim said.
"There are many people who look alike, Tim." Feng Bujue said, "You can't assume that I'm guilty 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 said with a smile: "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... pays attention to evidence."
"Hmph... I know you are a cunning guy. You thought you blew up the bank's control room. Wouldn'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."
"Enough! This kind of 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 testimony of the hostages can only prove that I killed three bankers.
Robber." He shrugged: "There is no doubt that my behavior was self-defense, and it can even be said to be a righteous act, just like what you and Shenwang did." He stretched out a finger and pointed at it shakingly.
The other party seemed like a teacher instructing 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 policemen. In fact, I think.
I was paroled before you restored 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, and every step he takes in the bank is meaningful: "If this case goes to trial, the only information that the hostages can provide to the police that is detrimental to me is... I
After killing three robbers, he used guns to force the hostages to put a cash bag on his head, and tied his hands and feet with plastic locks." He tilted his head and smiled: "I can do this about this matter.
Explanation... 'After I killed the three robbers for the purpose of self-defense, I was worried that there were some insiders among the people present. In order to better cooperate with the police's actions, I immediately controlled the
situation, and hinted to Sheriff Clapton that among the hostages there were accomplices of the robbers, and asked him not to relax his vigilance.'"
"Huh... 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 good.
With reasonable arguments, the final result of my trial can only be that I be released 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: "Ah...ah...Tim, 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?"
Feng Bujue saw through Tim's intention and couldn't help but cursed in his heart.
"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 already 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 a million dollars, and can afford to drive a vehicle that costs more than $80 million. He is Caucasian, between the ages of twenty-five and forty-five, and is six feet two inches tall. What do you think?
How many qualified people are there? Even across the United States, I can 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 especially 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 appears because Gotham City without Batman is... too boring for him."
"Sounds like you know that madman very well," Tim responded.
When the conversation reached this point, Tim already understood that he could not extract any substantive information from the man in front of him, so he began to slowly approach Feng Bujue, preparing to take him.
"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 do...die with me?"
Feng Bujue smiled. He took out a small remote control from his jacket pocket and raised it with one hand: "Who knows...hehehe..." After he said that, he pressed it immediately.
boom--
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 explosion, a huge arc-shaped gap was left on the outer wall of the building, like a smiling face.
From Tim's perspective, this burning smile was suspended in the sky behind Feng Bujue, exactly the same as the smile on this lunatic's face.
"Even now, Tim, you still don't have enough evidence to send me to jail." Feng Bujue shook 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 yelled, 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 is...these 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 Feng Bujue spoke, he 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 was excellent. He saw that what was flying over was not a hidden weapon, so he reached out and caught 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 the 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 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."
After saying 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 about those two visitors from another world. Their surrender is probably an illusion. They must be imprisoned in a super criminal-level cell and under strict supervision!"
…………
Five minutes later, Feng Bujue landed two streets away. He had packed up his parachute and walked leisurely into a small street. He walked straight to a luxury car parked on the street and arrived.
Back seat, open the door and get in.
Sitting in the back seat of the car was a tall middle-aged man. 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 was 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 across from 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."
