Thriller Paradise Chapter 272: The battle for the cloak (14)

In the night, a black motorcycle swiftly passed by, and a red figure appeared on the car.

Tim Drake, three generations of Robin, has the ambition to "become the best detective in the world". In terms of setting, his skill is slightly inferior to the original Dick Grayson, and his investigative ability is even better. and.

But in fact, his skill is definitely not weak. In the comic "The Battle for the Cloak", Jason Todd also had to admit: "This kid is very good at fighting. He has always been very good at grasping intelligence and force. Balance between them."

Unfortunately, in the end he lost to Todd, because he "fights the way Bruce taught him" and "holds a set of moral standards", so he faces Todd who has no bottom line. , Tim's failure is also reasonable.

Feng Bujue's heart was relieved a lot when he saw such a good young man who was "gentle, courteous and frugal".

"God...this scene is like a missile attack..." Tim stood on top of a building, looking at the ruins of the factory in front of him, and couldn't help sighing.

Some fire trucks were parked in the vicinity of the incident, and the firefighters were still busy. The police established an extra-long cordon to deter reporters and nearby civilians. Although the scale of the explosion was staggering, the fire and subsequent damage caused after the incident were not large, and they were effectively contained.

"That's..." Suddenly, Tim saw something. On the top of another building less than two hundred meters away from him, there was a figure in a long purple suit. Looking at the characteristics of this person, it is undoubtedly the "anonymous" described by the hostages in the bank incident.

Twenty-five seconds, this is the time it takes Tim to get close to Feng Bujue's back.

"Don't do stupid things, Tim." Feng Bujue turned his back to Tim when he spoke. But he seemed to have long eyes behind his back. When the opponent was close to a certain distance and was about to start his hand, he spoke this sentence at an appropriate speed.

"You are the lunatic who throws dollars into the street." At this point, Tim said, his eyes became hostile: "Also the murderer who killed the three police officers."

"I think your accusation is nonsense, unless you have enough evidence. It proves that I have something to do with 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 exactly matches their description." Tim said.

"There are a lot of people who look like, Tim." Feng Bujue said, "You can't find me guilty just because my appearance'fits the description'."

"After I strap you back to the police station, I think those witnesses will be happy to identify you." Tim replied confidently.

"Bundle it? Bring it back to the bureau? Haha... It's really interesting. Who gave you the power to arrest me?" Feng Bujue smiled: "Are I engaged in any criminal activities at the moment? Or is my image material appearing? On the police station's wanted list?" He shook his head, "Tim...Tim...A good detective should understand that the law... is about evidence."

"Huh...I know you are a cunning guy. You think you blow up the bank's surveillance room, so there will be no information left? As long as it takes some time, the police can..." Tim said Not finished.

Feng Bujue interrupted: "Then wait for them to restore the surveillance video. If they have obtained tangible evidence, come and arrest me." He spread his hands: "Now... I'm just standing on the roof. It's just a legal citizen watching the scenery."

"Enough! This kind of dialogue is meaningless, you and I know that you are the "Anonymous"!" Tim shouted.

"Even if I admit it, what? Tim." Feng Bujue said earnestly: "I can go back with you, but what will happen next? The testimony of those hostages can only prove that I killed me. Three bank robbers." He shrugged: "My behavior is undoubtedly legitimate defense. It can even be said to be righteous and brave, just like those things you and Shenwang did." He stretched out a finger and shook it. Pointing to the other party, like a teacher teaching students: "I don't know how much 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 released on parole before you restored the video. As for the parole fee, I don’t care."

"In addition. No matter the policeman or the hostage, no one'sees' me projecting dollars into the street with his own eyes. Even if you can retrieve every piece of money scattered on the street, you will never find half of it belongs to me. "Fingerprints." Feng Bu feels and said: "There is no police officer who has directly witnessed my face."

Feng Bujue had obviously thought about everything a long time ago. 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 against me is... After I killed three robbers, I used The hostages were intimidated by guns and put cash bags on their heads and tied their hands and feet with plastic locks." He tilted his head and smiled: "I can explain this matter like this...'When I was out of legitimate defense Purpose, after killing the three robbers, I was worried that the people present had their inner support. In order to better cooperate with the police's actions, I took control of the situation for the first time and hinted at Clapton Sheriff, Those hostages have accomplices of robbers, let him not let his guard down.'"

"Huh... do you think anyone will believe your nonsense?" Tim snorted coldly.

"Of course it will. This is a free country, Tim. Isn’t the jury neutral? Besides...everyone has weaknesses, doesn’t it?" Feng Bujue grinned gloomily, "As long as I have one With a seemingly reasonable argument, the final result of my trial can only be released due to insufficient evidence."

"Ha!" Tim also smiled: "Just as you said to me just now, I can..."

"Acting testimony to me?" Feng Bujue interrupted the other party again: "Then testify. Anyway, in court, I can completely deny it. At that time, your testimony will become'subjective Speculation and reasoning, a lie made up to send me to prison'." He suddenly shook his finger: "Ah...ah...Tim, what are you doing? You turned sideways calmly and stretched out your hand secretly. Do you want to turn on some kind of recording equipment because of the position of your belt?"

Feng Bujue saw through Tim's intentions and couldn't help but cursed in his heart.

"I only reacted to my reminder, it means you are still too tender." Feng Bujue said: "If Bruce was standing here today. As early as when I said the word'evidence', he must have been The recording has already started."

"You unexpectedly..." Tim said solemnly: "Not only do you know my name, but you also know Bruce..."

"Hahahaha..." Feng Bujue burst into laughter suddenly, laughed for ten seconds before stopping: "In my opinion, the identity of Batman. It has always been a joke.

He wears a military-grade outfit that costs more than one million dollars. He can afford to drive a vehicle that costs more than 80 million dollars. He is Caucasian, between twenty-five and forty-five years old, and is six feet two inches tall. . How many people do you think are eligible? Even in the United States, I can narrow the list to 20 people. Not to mention, in this small city of Gotham. "

"Who the **** are you?" Tim at this moment. The look in Feng Bujue's eyes had changed. He realized that the man in front of him was obviously not the kind of super criminal who relied on force, but that kind of person who relied on IQ was especially difficult to deal with.

"What do you think? Tim." Feng Bujue threw the question back.

"If your so-called'travelers from another world' remarks are true, my preliminary inference is..." Tim replied: "You are a clown from another universe."

"Hehe...You are indeed pretty good. Kid. If I were in your position, maybe I would think the same way..." Feng Bujue said, "But I am not a clown. The real clown will not be here. It appeared in a few days because Gotham City without Batman was...too boring for him."

"It sounds like you know the madman well." Tim responded.

By the time the conversation reached this sentence, Tim had understood it. 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 get someone.

"I know you very well, Tim Drake." As soon as the voice fell, Feng Bujue unbuttoned the two buttons tied together in the middle of his jacket, revealing a bunch of bombs...

Tim stopped immediately and was startled, and said, "What do you want to do...will you die with me?"

Feng Bujue smiled and took out a small remote control from his jacket pocket. One hand was raised up: "Who knows...hehehe..." After he said, he pressed it down immediately.

Bang——

A loud noise announced that the remote control had detonated the bomb.

But it was naturally not a bomb tied to Feng Bujue's body, but somewhere else.

The moment Feng Bujue pressed the button, Tim was shocked with his cloak. Rolling back, I didn't expect the explosion did not happen in front of my eyes, but farther away.

"What's going on..." Tim stood still and looked intently.

Behind Feng Bujue, about 100 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.

From Tim’s perspective, the burning smile hovered 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 prison." Feng Bujue waved his hand and threw the remote control in his hand outside the rooftop. "You saw me exploding. I pressed something at the time, but it proves nothing. Maybe you can find a broken remote control on the street, but there are no fingerprints on it." He smiled evilly: "Look...you must pay attention to everything. When evidence is presented, it becomes easier for criminals to get rid of their crimes. The laws of this country are simply a joke, Tim, countless real villains get away with impunity, and many good people, because of a little bit of negligence, are caught in this way. The system ruined the entire life."

"What the **** do you want to do!" Tim roared, but he still couldn't step forward. After all, Feng Bujue's bomb hadn't exploded yet...

"My purpose is difficult for you to understand."

"I can try."

"Don't bother, I'm not going to tell you." Feng Bujue replied, and then pointed his finger at the explosives on his body: "Anyway, what you should realize now is... these bombs are not bluffing. Yes, I am determined and will never be caught by you." He paused, and then said: "Don’t talk to me about the law, you are not behind the law, but justice. Even Batman can’t deny it, justice, It needs to be supported by strength. And you... Tim, you are not qualified."

Feng Bujue backed away while talking, and stood by the railing on the rooftop: "There are two things you need to know." He took a mobile phone from his arms and threw it to Tim.

Tim's dynamic vision is very good. Seeing that it is not a hidden weapon flying over, he stretched out his hand to catch it.

"Open the notepad, there are three sets of numbers in the first file, and the numbers indicate the coordinates of a bomb." Feng Bujue said: "And the bomb is located in an apartment one mile from here, within ten minutes It will explode." He paused for two seconds, and then said: "The second thing, if you or someone from Shenwang meets several other travelers from other worlds, don't believe anything they say. Well, when they say that they are not hostile or surrender, you should cheer up... That is a precursor to their killing."

At this point, Feng Bujue leaped back and jumped directly from the tall building.

Tim hurried to the edge of the rooftop and saw Feng Bujue open a rectangular gliding parachute in mid-air and flew away...

"Sage, can you hear me? I'm Tim."

"Hi, Tim, what's the situation? I heard you are chasing that..."

"Okay, Barbara, there is no time. You listen to me first." Tim interrupted: "I'm going to dismantle a bomb installed by a madman. Please tell this news to all the gods. The member ~IndoMTL.com~ he was already running when he said this. Using the ropes and flying hooks, Tim easily came to the original building and started to walk down, ready to jump to his highest A three-hundred-kilometer-per-hour car, "Let Dick be careful of the two foreign visitors. Their surrender is likely to be an illusion. They must be imprisoned in a super-criminal-level cell and watched carefully! "

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Five minutes later, Feng Bujue, who had landed two blocks away, had already cleared his parachute, and found his gait leisurely and walked into a side street. He walked straight to a luxury car parked on the side of the street, came to the back seat, opened the door and entered.

In the back seat of the car, there is a tall middle-aged man. His right half of his face is normal and his hair style is normal. The other half of his face is ulcerated and skinless, and his hair looks like a one-stop process of washing, cutting and blowing. 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, like a dress commonly used by middle-level mafia cadres.

Feng Bujue unceremoniously sat opposite 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." To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (m) to vote for recommendation votes and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. For mobile phone users, please go to m to read.)