Bar, bar in the East End.
Under the dim light and shadow, amidst the smog, a group of drunken men and women are having fun here.
The acoustics can be a bit of a problem here, the loud voices almost drown out the music; in a way this is a good thing, as the bar owner's poor music taste is hard to flatter.
And the smell here is worse than the smell on the street...
The floor was never cleaned of vomit and other filth, bottles of fake wine were down the throats of the male guests, and the disgusting smell of alcohol was coming out of every pore of these guys Let it out again.
As for the female guests... or some of the women who "work" here, the bad perfume mixed with body odor is another disgusting experience.
In such an environment, a man in a long purple suit who didn't fit in with his surroundings sat quietly by the bar.
With an ancient elegance, he refused to blend into the humble atmosphere around him. His eyes were calm and sharp, as if he could tear away all the turbidity, tangible or intangible, that blocked his eyes.
He ordered himself a tonic (r) and watched as the bartender poured the very common drink from a can into a glass and pushed it in front of him.
This pouring process tripled the price of the drink.
Of course, no one will disagree with this; just like those who go to the lobby of a super five-star hotel to have breakfast, they pay five times the price, and what they drink is only orange juice that can be bought in the supermarket, but they Didn't think it was worth it.
This society has always worked like this. Money is only a weight used to measure people's desires and abilities. As long as the person concerned feels that the "cost" is equivalent to the "income", there is no so-called "waste".
"Your clothes are very interesting. Did your wife make them for you?" Feng Bujue looked at the bartender in front of him with calm eyes when he took the drink, and asked "casually".
This is actually a question asked knowingly. From the stitching and sewing techniques of that suit, Brother Jue can tell that it was not made by a professional tailor, but the people who make the clothes still use the enthusiasm and care that money cannot buy. This suit does it best.
"Yes... yes... sir." The bartender stuttered a bit, his expression and tone were also different from ordinary people, it seemed that he had some kind of mental retardation.
"She likes green?" Jue Ge then asked.
"No... it's... because... the old... boss asked me to wear... this at work," the bartender replied.
Listening to him was suffering, anyone would think.
"Oh~" Feng Bujue nodded, paused, and then said, "So... the 'guessing bartender' on the old poster outside the bar is you?"
"No... at least not now... not now..." the bartender replied, "A few years ago, the boss asked... put me on stage... tried a few shows...but...but it didn't work out."
"HO~" Brother Jue pretended not to care very much, maintaining the feeling of "casual chatting", "...now I understand the meaning of those question marks."
The "question marks" he was referring to were the black question mark patterns sewn on the other party's green suit.
"That's right." After a few seconds, Feng Bujue said again, "Can you give me a riddle now?"
The bartender's face showed a bit of displeasure. From just now until now, he felt that the man in front of him was deliberately teasing him: "I think... no, sir." He emphasized his tone, showing his unhappiness .
"Oh~ don't be angry, buddy." Feng Bujue saw that the situation had changed, and adjusted his attitude accordingly. In a second, he changed his expression and raised his eyebrows slightly, "I didn't mean to make fun of you, look ... It's my first time at this bar... So I want to chat with the bartender, I apologize if I offend you."
As he spoke, he took out a small denomination note from his jacket pocket, pressed it under his fingers and slowly pushed it towards the other party.
"Ok… "
Under the dual effects of words and actions, the bartender's attitude really changed... He quickly looked left and right, pretended to wipe the bar with his hand holding a rag, and put the money into his hand.
"...well, what do you want to talk about?"
Feng Bujue opened the other party's chatterbox without spending too much money.
Consistent with his guess, the bartender in front of him is "Riddler" - the Riddler who has a genius IQ and may be one of the smartest people in the DC universe.
However, in the current script, he is just Edward Nygma, an ordinary bartender; during those few short weekends, he has performed a few gigs at this East Side bar under the stage name "Quiz Bartender". However, due to his stuttering, he almost always exited in the end of every performance amid humiliation and boos.
After Brother Jue handed over the second banknote with a slightly larger denomination, Edward told more... According to him, he was indeed a smart person before, even so smart that he was jealous. Jobs, high income...but all of these have left him with a terrible disease.
A few years ago, Edward suddenly contracted a rare bacterial meningitis. Whether it was luck or misfortune, the disease did not kill him, but... it affected some functions of his left brain; Make him an "idiot", but irreversibly damage his logical thinking, especially the functions related to language.
Strange thing... Although his logical analysis ability has become worse than that of ordinary people, his reaction and thinking ability are still at the top level only when encountering problems related to riddles.
...
When we walked out of the bar, the night became darker.
As soon as he came to the street, Brother Jue felt one thing—gaze.
As a person with profound knowledge in the field of anti-stalking, Feng Bujue could almost intuitively know when he was being watched.
What's more... The person who was looking at him was just a punk after all, and his actions were very amateurish; Brother Jue only made a few turning movements, and he clearly detected the other party's purpose.
At this time, Feng Bujue's mission progress has become 6/10; after finding out the whereabouts of the four super villains, he can complete the hidden mission.
He was looking forward to encountering a few violent gangs in the East District, and finding a few characters who should have become super villains from the gang... This was naturally the reason why he angered the bald man before.
Therefore, Brother Jue had no intention of getting rid of the stalker at all, he pretended not to know anything, and walked towards the dark alley silently.
After more than ten minutes, he could be sure by his hearing... that he was basically surrounded. At this moment, he quickened his pace, put on a posture of "just found out that he was being followed", and rushed all the way into a dead end.
Then, a familiar face appeared, the bald guy who was kicked down by Brother Jue not long ago, and about a dozen guys who didn't look like a good guy at first glance, blocked Feng Bujue in an alley.
"Look... who is this~" the bald man walked forward with a proud face, and he felt that his brother's eyes seemed to be looking at a small animal that was cornered.
"Your memory is very poor..." Feng Bujue's expression was very calm, and the lethality of his words was beyond the reach of the other party, "...I just kicked your dick more than an hour ago, making you feel like you're still alive." Are you the one who kneels down? Forget it so quickly, do you have some mental problems?"
As soon as these words came out, the gangsters around the bald man were amused, but they couldn't laugh out loud, so they could only hold back their smiles and turn their faces away, or make strange "kuchi" sounds , Then he coughed to cover up.
And the bald man was trembling with anger from Brother Jue, and the blood from his whole body rushed to his head, which made his neck turn red when he rubbed it.
"I'm going to kill you!" said the bald man, and he took out a switchblade from the back pocket of his trousers. "I'm going to kill you! Do you hear me? Cut you to pieces!"
"Before you start, I still have some questions, I hope you can answer them..." Feng Bujue didn't feel threatened at all, and he continued with a nonchalant attitude, "...what kind of onion are you? And...you guys Do the gang members belong to any gang or organization? Or are they just randomly put together?"
Brother Jue is well versed in the communication mode of "talking to people when you see people, and talking nonsense when you see the devil". , and the higher the upper class, the more people want to keep a low profile.
So, in the face of these thugs, he chose this wording.
"What? You are also a Taoist?" The bald man was really hooked, "Do you want to scare me with the name of your boss or gang? Hehe... Don't dream!" He said loudly, "You want my name ?Okay... I'll have my name etched on your body - Mr. Zass (z)! I think the police coroner would love it... oh of course they'll have to cut yours into dozens of pieces Only when the body is sewn together again can I read my name!"
"Huh?" Hearing this, Feng Bujue's demeanor did change, he thought to himself, "Is this Zas?" He quickly sized him up from head to toe, "Hmm... look at the appearance and style It’s a bit like that, but the Zath I know should be full of knife marks (in the setting, Zasse is a ruthless serial killer. Show off the dense knife marks on the upper body), instead of tattoos... "
"It sounds like... you are quite experienced in killing and dismembering corpses?" Feng Bujue didn't think for too long, and soon continued to talk.
"It's nothing to do with you, boy..." But Zas didn't seem to be ready to say anything more, he waved to the surrounding accomplices, signaling them to go up together, and he himself walked over with a knife.
It can be seen that after being "fucked" by Brother Jue once, Zas became much more cautious.
Unfortunately, that didn't help either.
One minute... This is the time it took for Feng Bujue to bring down all the gangsters including Zas.
Brother Jue didn't even use skills and equipment... After a few simple tricks, the "zero-day calculation" collected enough data, and then, Feng Bujue beat these people to the ground with only the most basic physical skills .
After all, in hand-to-hand combat, facing an opponent whose physical fitness is several times higher than normal and who can predict all the enemy's moves, even if Zas calls a hundred more people, it will be useless.
"Okay, that's the end of the exercise time, now we enter the question time." After confirming that the dozen or so people in front of him couldn't stand up for a short time, Feng Bujue walked up to Zas and fell on his back. The mob on the ground said, "Mr. Zas, please answer my question... Have you ever killed someone before?"
"Pfft—" Zas didn't answer, but spit bloody saliva at the condescending brother Jue.
Feng Bujue easily flashed through the pool of blood, and walked past Zas with light steps: "Ah... It seems that Mr. Zas is not willing to cooperate." He glanced at the other people moaning on the ground, and continued, " Can anyone else answer me?"
No one responded to him...
"Well... so..." Brother Jue said, reaching into his pocket, and took out [Bell's Daily Knife], "Then I can only take some measures..." He turned around and walked to Zas's side, and suddenly Leaned down and grabbed Zath's right foot.
"Uh... what are you trying to do? Bastard!" Zas gasped and cursed loudly, but he couldn't get up or break free from the other's grip.
"I once asked a friend who is a doctor how to cause permanent trauma to a person's Achilles tendon..." Feng Bujue continued in a very relaxed tone, "... but I have never had the opportunity to experiment on living people , today seems like a good opportunity.”
As he spoke, he took off Zath's shoes.
"Of course, as a serious person, it is impossible for me to base my intimidation on this kind of experiment that may not be successful." After a pause of two seconds, Brother Jue continued, "I also know that there is a safe and inevitable The way to permanently impede a person's ability to walk...is to cut off all of his toes and part of his heel..." He shrugged and met Zas with a wild look in the eyes, "just to be on the safe side, I Let’s do both.”
"Okay! Let me tell you... I'll tell you everything you want to know!" Seeing this, Zas seemed to have given up, and planned to answer Brother Jue's question.
"No, you have no chance." Unexpectedly, Feng Bujue ignored him, and raised the knife with great speed...
The sharp blade of the legendary weapon quickly slashed across Zas's feet, his Achilles tendon was split instantly, and his five toes and a large piece of heel flesh were also detached from his feet in the blink of an eye...
Because the knife was fast, the pain came with a delay... Just when Zas was about to scream in horror, Feng Bujue took a step forward and kicked the bald head, kicking him unconscious .
"Hehe...hahahaha..." Immediately afterwards, Brother Jue let out a strange laugh, and scanned the gangsters on the ground again.
At this moment...the faces of those people showed the expression he expected without exception.
...
Evening, eight fifty.
Feng Bujue left the Eastern District with a 7/10 hidden mission progress.
He was lucky. At this point in time, he could easily hire a taxi in a place like the East District.
Now, he is going to a place that is completely opposite to the East Side - the Twin Towers in downtown Gotham (Note: This landmark has been mentioned many times in comics such as "Batman-Dark Knight Returns", but after 9/11 in comics and appear less frequently in derivative works).
In the previous interrogation of the gangsters, Brother Jue already knew the reason why there were no knife marks on Zhasi's body... The truth is very simple, he actually has knife marks on his body, but there is only one.
It turned out that in this universe, the super villain who was supposed to be a "serial killer" only killed one person, and then he was caught by Batman... And, at Batman's request, this guy was locked up to a maximum security prison and held incommunicado.
So, Zas, who is "capable of writing and martial arts" and "easy to escape from prison" in the comics, came here... After serving more than ten years of prison, he was finally released on parole not long ago because of "good performance".
Of course, his "good" performance... no doubt it was only pretended after confirming that he could not escape by prison; It's that Zas.
That's why, in that alley, when Zas "confessed", Feng Bujue didn't give him a chance to speak.
Brother Jue knows... this character's IQ is not low, he just underestimated his ability as a "traveler from another world", so he was under the control of others; if Zas was really allowed to speak at that time, that guy would lie in all likelihood, On the contrary, it will interfere with Brother Jue's completion of the task.
"Speaking of it... Zas and Killer Crocodile have one thing in common—they both belong to the kind of characters who can't stop their blackening." Feng Bujue, sitting in the back seat of a taxi, was still thinking about the script. He just whispered to himself softly, "The killer crocodile is due to physiological reasons, there is no way; and Zas is the kind of character who is set to be 'inherently evil'... Obviously growing up in In a comfortable and normal family environment, he still becomes a cold-blooded murderer after growing up, and there is no sudden incentive."
"Ordinarily, since it is such a villain... it should be 'permanently dealt with' like Killer Crocodile.
"But why... Killer Crocodile is dead, but Zas is still alive
"Because he's just a 'second-line villain', the character design is paler after removing the scar, and he doesn't even have a resounding villain nickname... So it won't be a big problem to keep him
"Anyway, once he takes any action, he can be dealt with at any time and sent back to prison...
"You... you think so?"
His words, speaking of the last few sentences, his voice gradually became louder.
The soft murmur gradually turned into a conversational tone.
And in the taxi environment, there is obviously only one person that Feng Bujue can talk to, and that is the driver in the driver's seat...
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