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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, has the ambition 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 "Battle for the Cloak", Jason Todd also had to admit: "This kid is very good at fighting, and he has always been very good at balancing intelligence and force. "It's a pity that he still lost to Todd in the end, because he "fighted the way Bruce taught him" and "clung to a set of moral principles." Therefore, facing Todd who had no bottom line, Teddy Tom's failure is also reasonable. Seeing that such a "gentle, courteous, thrifty" young man rushed over, Feng Bujue felt relieved a lot. "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 engines were parked in the vicinity of the incident, and firefighters were still busy. The police set up an extra-long cordon to stop journalists and nearby civilians who came. Although the scale of the explosion was astonishing, the fire and subsequent damage caused after the incident 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 in a long purple suit. Judging from the characteristics of this person, he was undoubtedly the "nameless person" 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 be stupid, Tim." When Feng Bujue spoke, his back was facing 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 uttered this sentence at an appropriate speed. "You are the madman who threw dollars on the street." Tim said, his eyes became hostile: "And the murderer who killed those three police officers." "I think your accusation is 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 20 testimonies from different witnesses in the police station, and your appearance matches their descriptions exactly." Tim said. "There are many people who look like me, Tim." Feng Bujue said, "You can't judge me guilty just because my appearance 'fits the description'." "After I tie you up and take you back to the police station. I think Those witnesses would be happy to identify you," Tim replied confidently. "Tie it up? Take it back to the bureau? Hehe... Interesting, who gave you the power to arrest me? Feng Bujue laughed and said, "Am I engaging in any criminal activities right now?" Or did my video data appear on the wanted list of the police station? He shook his head, "Tim... Tim... a good detective should understand that the law... is about evidence." "Hmph... I know you are a cunning guy, you think you blow up the bank's monitoring room." Will there be no information left? As long as it takes some time, the police will be able to..." Tim didn't finish his sentence. Feng Bujue interrupted: "Then wait until they restore the surveillance video and get tangible evidence, then arrest me. He spread his hands: "Now... I'm just a legal citizen standing on the top of the building and watching the scenery." ""enough! This kind of dialogue is meaningless, you and I both know that you are 'Anonymous'! cried Tim. "Even if I admit it, so what?" Tim. "Feng Bujueyu said sincerely: "I can go back with you. But what next? The testimony of those hostages can only prove that I killed three bank robbers. He shrugged: "My behavior is undoubtedly a legitimate defense, and it can even be said to be a righteous act, just like what you and Shenwang did. He stretched out a finger. Shakingly pointed at the other party, like a teacher teaching a student: "I don't know how much of the surveillance video can be restored, but I don't think you can find any information about my murder." Footage of three police officers dead. In fact. I think I was paroled before you recovered the footage. As for the parole money, I don't care. ""In addition, no matter the police or the hostages, no one 'saw' me projecting US dollars into the street. Even if you can retrieve every piece of money scattered on the street, you will never find half of my fingerprints . "Feng said disapprovingly: "None of the police officers has ever witnessed my face directly. "Feng Bujue obviously thought of everything long ago, and every step he took in the bank was meaningful: "If this case goes to trial, the only information that the hostages can provide to the police that is not good for me is... After killing the three robbers, the hostages were forced to use guns to put cash bags on their heads and bind their hands and feet with plastic locks. "He tilted his head and smiled: "I can explain this matter in this way...'When I killed the three robbers for the purpose of self-defense, I was worried that there would be their internal response among the people present. Better to cooperate with the police's actions, I took control of the situation at the first time, and hinted to Sergeant Clapton, that the hostages had accomplices of the robbers, and told him not to relax his vigilance. '""Humph… Do you think your nonsense will be believed? Tim snorted coldly. "Of course there will be. This is a free country, Tim. Juries are neutral, aren't they?" Besides... everyone has weaknesses, don't they? "Feng Bujue said with a gloomy smile: "As long as I have a seemingly reasonable argument, the final result of my trial can only be that I will be released due to insufficient evidence. ""what! Tim also laughed: "Just for what you said to me just now, I can..." "Testify me?" "Feng Bujue interrupted the other party again: "Then testify, anyway, in court, I can completely deny it. When the time comes, your testimony will become 'a lie fabricated out of subjective conjecture to send me to prison'. He suddenly shook his finger: "Ah... ah... Tim, what are you doing?" You turned sideways calmly, and secretly stretched your hand towards your belt. Could it be that you want to turn on some kind of recording equipment? Tim was blindly aware of his intentions, and couldn't help cursing in his heart. "You didn't react until I reminded you, which means you are still too tender." "Feng Bujue said: "If Bruce was standing here today, it would have been when I mentioned the word 'evidence'. He must have started recording. ""You actually..." Tim said in a deep voice: "Not only do you know my name, but even Bruce..." "Hahahaha..." Feng Bujue suddenly burst out laughing, and he stopped laughing for more than ten seconds: " In my opinion, the identity of Batman has always been a joke. He wears military-grade gear that costs over a million dollars, drives a vehicle that costs over eighty million dollars, is Caucasian, between the ages of twenty-five and forty-five, and is six feet two inches tall. How many people do you think are eligible? Even if it's all over 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 moment, Tim's eyes on Feng Bujue have changed. He realized that the man in front of him is obviously not the kind of super criminal who relies on force, but the kind who relies on IQ. This kind of person is especially difficult to deal with. ."What do you think? Tim. "Feng Bujue threw the question back. "If your so-called 'guest from another world' is true, my preliminary inference is..." Tim replied: "You are a clown from another universe. "Hehe... You are really not bad, kid." If I were in your position, maybe I would think the same way..." Feng Bujue said: "But I'm not a clown, a real clown, and I won't appear in these days, because there is no Gotham City without Batman. to him… It's so boring. ’ ‘It sounds like you know that madman well. Tim responded. At this point in the conversation, Tim already 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, ready to attack him. "I know you too well, Tim Drake. As soon as the words fell, Feng Bujue unbuttoned the two buttons tied together in the middle of his jacket, revealing a bundle of bombs... Tim stopped walking immediately. Startled, he said, "What do you want... perish 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 finished speaking, he pressed it immediately. Bang— A loud noise announced that the remote control had detonated the bomb. But it was naturally not the bomb strapped to Feng Bujue's body, but somewhere else. The moment Feng Bujue pressed the button, Tim shook his cloak in shock and rolled backwards , I didn’t expect that the explosion didn’t happen right in front of me, but farther away. “What’s going on…” Tim stood still and took a closer look. Behind Feng Bujue, about 100 meters away, was another building The high-rise building, where the explosion happened. 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 The sky behind Feng Bujue was 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 prison. "Feng Bujue waved his hand, and threw the remote control in his hand out of the rooftop, "You saw that I pressed something when the explosion happened, but that doesn't prove anything. Maybe you can still find a broken remote on the street, but there are no fingerprints on it. He smiled evilly: "Look... when everything is based on evidence, it becomes easier for criminals to get away with it." The laws of this country are nothing short of a joke, Tim. Countless real villains have been able to get away with it, while many good people have their entire lives ruined by this system because of a little mistake. "What the hell are you trying to do!" " Tim roared, but he still couldn't move 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 worry, I'm not going to tell you. "Feng Bujue replied, and then pointed to the explosives on his body: "In short, what you should realize now is... These bombs are not for bluffing, and I am determined not to be caught by you. He paused, then said again: "Don't talk about the law with me, behind you is not the law, but justice." Even Batman cannot deny that justice needs to be supported by strength. And you... Tim, aren't qualified enough. As Feng Bujue spoke, he stepped back and stood by the railing of the roof: "There are two things you need to know. "He took out a mobile phone from his pocket and threw it to Tim. Tim's dynamic vision was excellent, and seeing that it was not a hidden weapon flying over, he reached out and caught it." Open the note, there are three sets of Numbers, numbers mark the coordinates of a bomb. "Feng Bujue said: "And that bomb is located in an apartment a mile away from here, and it will explode within ten minutes. He paused for two seconds, and said again: "Second thing, if you or other people from Shenwang meet other travelers from other worlds, don't believe anything they say. When you show that you are not hostile or surrender, you should cheer up... that is a precursor to their killing spree. At this point, Feng Bujue jumped back and jumped directly from the tall building. Tim quickly chased to the edge of the roof to have a look, just in time to see Feng Bujue opened a rectangular gliding parachute in mid-air, heading towards the distance Fly away... "Sage, can you hear me? I'm Tim. ’ ‘Hey Tim, what’s the matter? I heard that you went after that..." "Okay, Barbara, I don't have time, so listen to me first. Tim interrupted: "I'm going to defuse a bomb planted by a lunatic now, please tell all the members of Shenwang. "When he said this, he was already running. Using the rope and the flying hook, Tim easily came to the original building, and started to go down, ready to jump on his own 300-kilometer-per-hour Car, "Let Dick be careful of those two visitors from another world, their surrender is likely to be a fake, they must be locked up in a super criminal-level cell and under strict supervision! "... Five minutes later, Feng Bujue, who landed two streets away, had packed away his parachute, found his way leisurely and walked into a small street. He went straight to a luxury car parked on the side of the street, got to the back seat, opened the door and entered. On the back seat of the car, sat a tall, middle-aged man. The right half of his face was normal, and his hairstyle was also quite satisfactory, while the other half of his face was festered and skinless, and his hair had been washed, cut and blown through. His suit is also very special, the right half is black, with a calm and solemn style; while the left half is a fancy striped suit, which seems to be commonly used by middle-level mafia cadres. Feng Bujue unceremoniously sat across from the double-faced man, picked up a bottle of whiskey from the mini bar, poured himself a glass, "I'm hooked, let your people get ready." RT
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