The hooligans that Batman had beaten up on the night of the earthquake were of no value at all. They couldn't even tell how Batman had beaten them up — they were all idiots who didn't even know why they were beaten up.
There was a lot of value in watching a professional get beaten up.
They could get a clearer sense of Batman's abilities and intelligence, unlike the hooligans who would only say nonsense like "He sent me flying to the third floor with one punch" or "My sh * t came out of me."
How could Team Leader Jones not be satisfied with these three benefits?
As soon as he reported the matter, his immediate boss took over the job of exchanging benefits, which Jones was happy to see.
A deputy director could ask for far more benefits than a team leader like him, because the deputy director had enough power to demand a high price.
The benefits that Captain Jones could get would be greater than what he would get if he were in charge.
With Team Leader Jones's open and honest words, the participants began to report this matter.
Very soon, the first criminal was taken away from Captain Jones.
It was Flegg who took away only one criminal, the middle-aged leader who could turn into sand, Barkley Williams.
With the resources in Flegg's hands, he could easily get the criminal out of the FBI's hands first.
After Flegg, the other departments took away some of the criminals one after another.
With these criminals collecting, these departments quickly dug out everything they knew about Batman. Many evaluation reports on Batman were quickly produced and sent to certain bigshots.
"He's stronger than an ordinary person, but his performance isn't particularly outstanding …"
"That armor is extremely bulletproof, and it didn't suffer any damage from an ordinary rifle at close range. There should be some special materials or technology."
"He didn't use any guns. Even when the criminals' guns were right in front of him, he didn't reach for them."
"He's extremely skilled with rope darts, just like he did on the night of the earthquake. He's definitely a veteran who's been doing this for many years."
"He's extremely good at close-quarters combat, and isn't limited to certain combat techniques."
Looking at the evaluation reports that he had transferred from the other departments, Flegg mumbled to himself, Could this be that person's … relative?
If it was the "senior" that Flegg knew of, these criminals probably wouldn't have left anyone alive, and they definitely wouldn't have deliberately avoided using guns.
That person didn't have the habit of hiding his identity, and there was no need for him to do so. He never hid his methods and the scene of the crime. He didn't leave his name because he was too lazy to do such a boring and unnecessary thing. He just needed to kill all the criminals.
He tossed the reports aside and walked into the interrogation room next door. He picked up the interrogation transcript and flipped through it.
Beside him, his subordinates continued to interrogate Barkley in exhaustion.
Team member: "Describe again, how did he subdue you?"
Buckley's eyes were fighting non-stop, but he suddenly howled and woke up from the electric shock. He said in despair, "I've told you many times. He just charged at me, pressed me to the ground, and beat me."
Team member: "How did you do it? What position did you use? "
Barkley's eyelids were twitching as he mumbled, "How would I know? I was being beaten up like a sandbag. He broke more than a dozen of my bones. How could I see clearly how I was being beaten? I'm not a f * cking camera. "
Maintaining his cold and calm tone, the team member said, "But you said that he yelled … hmm."
He finally paused and flipped through the transcript in front of him, before he read the words on it: "Pegasus, Meteor, Fist. What else do you know about this combat technique?"
Barkley looked like he was about to break down. "How the hell would I know why he yelled that? I also like to yell things like Guillotine, Tombstone, and Death Coil when I beat people. Didn't I learn those from WWE? "
The team member was about to ask more questions, when Flegg patted him on the shoulder and reminded him, "He just mentioned WWE."
The team member found that odd. "What's wrong?"
Flegg tapped the table and asked Barkley, "Then have you ever heard of anyone in WWE using moves like 'Pegasus, Meteor, Fist'?"
Barkley said in despair, "No! How could such a hard to pronounce name appear in WWE? It doesn't have any violence or beauty at all. "
Flegg hummed in response and turned around to instruct the team member, "Keep interrogating him. Make sure he's clean." Then, he walked out.
He was a very meticulous person, and felt that there were some clues in "Pegasus, Meteor, Fist."
It was hard for many people to change their idiosyncrasies, and it was also one of the ways to lock onto a suspect.
Maybe it was someone's zodiac sign, or something from the past, or a story!
The chances of finding someone based on one sentence were very low, but it wasn't wrong to be more careful with Batman.
Pondering, Flegg asked the team member who was busy in front of a computer not far away, "Any suspects?"
"From what we know so far, there's a person in New York nicknamed 'Big Daddy'.
He's very similar to Batman, but he's been active in New York for a long time. " The team member looked at the screen in front of him and pulled up a picture. "Also, this Big Daddy is far less secretive than Batman."
He continued, "On the night of the earthquake, this Big Daddy and his partner, Hit-Girl, had just burned down a warehouse belonging to a drug dealer.
"Girl" (Hitman Girl) had just burned down the warehouse of a drug trafficker's gang. The two parties had a huge fight at the port area and were surrounded by hundreds of police officers. Only then did the two parties escape. "
"Big Daddy? Hit-Girl? " Flegg frowned. The name sounded like a joke, and didn't have the mysterious air of Batman at all.
He took another look at the picture and shook his head. "It's just that the appearance is slightly similar. He's wearing a black cloak and a helmet with two pointy ears. This kind of outfit is too repetitive. What about Big Daddy's ability?"
The team member shook his head. "Big Daddy is good at close combat, but he uses a gun most of the time. He's also a pretty good sniper. His partner, Hit-Girl, on the other hand, is very good at cold weapons." He pulled up a picture.
Flegg looked at the short figure, who was only 1.2 meters tall at most, and the big weapon in her hand. After a brief silence, he said, "Do you think this can be called a dart?"
The team member smiled bitterly. "It's a double-headed saber that has nothing to do with a dart. Even if it can be thrown out, it should be called a" big "dagger."
Looking at Flegg's impatient expression, he wisely stopped talking. "Also, this pair of people who seem to be father and daughter are very straightforward. Their targets are all drug dealers, and they try to kill every one of them. It's the polar opposite of Batman's style."
Looking at Flegg's expression, the team member still reminded him, "Maybe Batman deliberately misled us like this? Maybe he often kills people with guns? "
"That's a possibility." Flegg nodded.
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