"What? Sir? " The driver had obviously heard Brother Jue's words, and the latter's tone and voice indicated that he was talking to the driver. In this regard, the driver could not remain indifferent. "Are you talking to me?"
"That depends on what you mean by 'me' …" Feng Bujue stretched out his arms, slumped in the back seat, and looked at the rearview mirror in the car. "Are you referring to an ordinary taxi driver? Or Bruce Wayne? Or … was he referring to Batman? Haha … To you, which one do you think is the real you? "
The car began to speed up, but the driver did not step on the accelerator because he was nervous — he did it on purpose.
"It seems that you know more than I expected …" When the driver spoke for the second time, his voice and tone had changed, becoming low and cold.
"Same here …" Feng Bujue said. "It seems that you have also listened to the recording of my conversation with Dr. Quinn and found a clue to track me down …"
"Your observation skills are sharper than I thought …" At this point, we did not need to call him "driver" anymore. Yes, he was Bruce Wayne, also known as Batman.
"Observation skills?" Brother Jue repeated these words, and then responded with a disdainful laugh. "Ha!"
"What are you laughing at?" Wayne asked.
"There are many ridiculous things …" Feng Bujue said. "First of all, someone seems to think that as long as he put on some foundation, put on a cheap jacket, wash off the expensive wax, and stick a scar on his cheek, it would be a foolproof disguise.
"Secondly, this' taxi 'that someone is driving …" At this point, Feng Bujue raised both of his hands to make air quotes. "… the exterior of the car has been fixed to look like a real one, but the tires are still expensive. The most ridiculous thing is … the interior of the car is clean and tidy. There is no strange smell, and there are no decorations placed in front of the car …"
"Well … I have to admit that I rarely have the opportunity to take a taxi," Wayne said. Wayne was a little displeased to be scolded, but he still maintained his calm. "And … before you, I've used this disguise and this car … to fool many people, so I didn't realize there were so many flaws." He shook his head. "No matter what, I'll remember what you said … I'll improve in the future."
As the conversation went on, the car kept accelerating. In the blink of an eye, they had left the road with more traffic and entered a path with less traffic.
"Improve? For whom? "Feng Bujue asked." To deal with a group of amateur criminals? Or to deal with a few criminals like Zas? "Zhang Heng's words were full of sarcasm." Do you know what's the most ironic thing? When you appeared in my line of sight, what made me suspicious of you was not your 'observation ability' as you said, but your 'common sense' … And that really disappointed me.
"Of course, there are indeed things that are worthy of my observation ability. For example, the tachometer in front of you that only sports cars or racing cars have, and the button on the back of the steering wheel that you have been covering with your hand … These two things gave me a very bad feeling …"
By the time he finished speaking, the taxi they were in had already reached a speed of 140 km/h, and its speed was still increasing.
Wayne's driving skills were amazing. Driving a car at this speed through the complicated urban terrain was as easy as riding a bicycle for him.
"I can feel that … you are a person who thinks highly of yourself, and you have the ability to shoulder that pride." When Wayne replied, the taxi had already reached the Pioneer Bridge in Gotham. "Unfortunately … you are also a person who will bring chaos and sin to this world …" At this point, he pressed the button on the back of the steering wheel. "Therefore, I can only ask you to disappear …"
After that, Wayne pressed the button that Brother Jue thought was suspicious.
Once the button was pressed, the steering wheel in front of Wayne automatically retracted into the car. At the same time, the roof above the driver's seat quickly opened to form a gap.
Bang!
The next second, with a loud bang, Wayne, who was wearing the seatbelt, was sent flying along with the seat that he was sitting on.
As for the taxi itself … it was traveling at a speed of nearly 200 kilometers per hour. Following an empty path under the Pioneer Bridge, it charged downhill. Three seconds later, it crashed through the guardrail by the riverside and fell into the cold Getan River.
The splash of the metal object had not dissipated when Wayne, who was sent flying into the air, bent down to press a 'safety switch' under the seat.
The reason this switch was installed under the seat was obvious … because it was used to detonate the whole car, so the design had to ensure that it could only be pressed after the ejection function of the driver's seat was activated.
Boom!
When the self-destruct device was activated, there was a flash of flame and a muffled sound … The car exploded underwater.
After pressing the switch and getting out of the seat, Wayne did a few gymnastics exercises in the air about ten meters before landing firmly on the ground.
Just as he had planned, on such a dark night in such a deserted place, there were no witnesses.
Of course, even if there were, it did not matter. No one would recognize him. Even though from Feng Bujue's perspective, Wayne's disguise was useless, for most people, it was enough.
If one understood the American police's process of 'asking for the characteristics of a suspect from a witness', then one would be able to come up with the most effective disguise method.
Exaggerated wigs, fake beards, make-up techniques that were commonly seen in movies and television, but they were not that practical. Sometimes, the police would even realize that 'the person had deliberately put on a disguise.'
In fact, Brother Jue had listed out the key points of the best disguise method when he was lecturing Wayne earlier.
First, skin tone, which could be fixed with foundation.
Second, clothing, which could not be explained.
Third, hairstyle, which was the same as above.
Fourth, a single, distinctive feature, such as a long and narrow scar, a conspicuous tattoo, a festering sore … Something that could divert the attention of others, and it was best to stick it on the face.
As long as the above four points were achieved, even if someone saw the disguise, it would be easy to mislead the police investigation.
For example, if a passer-by happened to be nearby and saw Wayne from a distance by the light of a street lamp, he would not be able to recognize him. When questioned by the police, the passer-by would simply follow the lead of the police's questions and say, "He's a Latino man with brown skin, about six feet tall, and has a long scar on his face." This … was already considered reliable, but would this kind of testimony lead the investigation to Bruce Wayne, a white billionaire without a scar on his face? That would be the opposite of what they were going to do.
After Wayne stood still, he immediately raised his left hand and pressed the screen of his watch. "Computer, check my physical condition."
[Checking in progress —]
[Respiratory system normal.]
[Pulse and blood pressure slightly above average, decreasing.]
[No obvious external injuries.]
[Muscles and knee joints are slightly damaged.]
[Connecting belt injection device —]
[Supplement has been injected. It is estimated to neutralize the lactic acid effect in the body and repair the damage in ten seconds.]
This emotionless computer voice was directly transmitted to Wayne's inner ear through a special communication device in his cochlea. Even if someone was face to face with him, they would not be able to hear it.
While he was narrating, Wayne had already walked to the "driver's seat" that had fallen to the ground not far away. He quickly destroyed it with the miniature incendiary bomb he carried.
Then … he looked around a few times before disappearing into the darkness of the night.
…
At the same time, in the Gotham River …
Feng Bujue had a pipe in his mouth. He crossed his arms in front of his chest and stood on the riverbed at the bottom of the river.
The wreckage of the car was less than twenty meters away from him.
If Brother Jue wanted to, he could have left the car earlier than Wayne, but he did not …
After he figured out the other party's intention, he chose to beat him at his own game.
The moment the car dived into the water, he knew that he had left Wayne's line of sight. At this time, he twisted his body and used [Rankyaku] to remove a door from the back seat. Then, he jumped out of the car through the opening.
However, just as he jumped out of the car, the explosion happened. The shockwave from the underwater explosion pushed Brother Jue away from the center of the explosion and caused him to lose some Life Points. Of course … this damage was not enough to kill him.
"Hmm … Son of Gotham, decisive and decisive …" With the help of the Oxygen Pipe, Feng Bujue could not only breathe underwater, but he could also talk to himself while blowing bubbles. "Unfortunately … as' Batman ', your way of doing things has gone a bit too far …"
He stood there and waited for a while before adding, "It has been more than two minutes already. Why is he still not coming down?" He looked to the side and muttered to himself, "As expected … He also knew that without sufficient equipment, even if he had a diving ability that was close to the limits of a human being, it would still be impossible for him to complete his investigation in this dark river. However, with his intelligence, he would not give up until he found my body … Then, from the time he returned to the bat cave, to the time he drove the submarine here, to the time he confirmed that my body was not in the car, and that it was not washed downstream by the river … In total, I've managed to buy him more than an hour."
With that thought in mind, Brother Jue shrugged. "Sigh … Doing a hidden mission sure is tiring."
His sigh came from helplessness. At that moment, he understood that time was the difficulty of this scenario.
For this kind of 'non-sleeping mode' normal difficulty scenario, the time needed to clear it would not be that long. With the 1: 2 ratio in non-sleeping mode, eight hours in real life, or sixteen hours in game, was the upper limit.
To be honest, if Brother Jue wanted to finish the scenario as soon as possible, he could have done it six hours earlier.
The method was simple. There were only three steps. One, create a commotion in Arkham to lure Batman out. Two, set up a trap. Three, kill Batman.
However, to find the chance to 'interact with the High God' and to solve the 'confusion' that the introduction had given him, Feng Bujue did not do that. He chose to drag out the progress of the scenario and successfully found the hidden mission.
Brother Jue even gave up a close chance to kill Batman. When he was on the bus earlier, if he wanted to, he could have killed Bruce Wayne, who was not even wearing a Batsuit, with just a few simple actions from the backseat.
In the end, all of this forbearance … was for the sake of buying time.
Obviously, Feng Bujue's dedication to solving the puzzle far exceeded his desire to clear the scenario. Other than that, there was also his personal 'dissatisfaction' with the strange state of this world that drove him to do something even more dangerous.
…
Night, 9: 50 pm.
For some people, this was already close to bedtime, but for another group of people … this was the beginning of their exciting lives.
This was the banquet restaurant on the top floor of one of the twin towers in Gotham.
The well-dressed celebrities gathered here, doing what they did every day — exchanging benefits with each other in a circle full of hypocrisy and lies, and cursing each other in their hearts to die early.
Tonight's banquet was hosted by Mayor Coppola. The purpose was to celebrate his victory in the recent poll.
Other than the familiar faces of Gotham's high society, the mayor also invited two people who did not fit in with the atmosphere there — Prosecutor Harvey Dent and Police Commissioner James Gordon.
However …
"Ah … Gordon didn't come?" When Mayor Coppola heard the news, he did not appear too surprised.
"I'm sure you've heard …" Prosecutor Dent, who was talking to him, said in a serious tone, "There was a serious incident in Arkham this afternoon, and the perpetrator is the same person as the suspect in last night's' fire axe slashing case. '"
"I know all that," Coppola said. Coppola continued, "I also know that the guy who calls himself 'Jack' is still missing. The thought of such a crazy criminal still wandering the streets gives me goosebumps …" He paused and lowered his voice. "By the way … did our mysterious' Dark Knight 'do anything?"
Dent took a sip of the champagne in his hand and pursed his lips. "How would I know? Gordon is only closer to him..." He paused for half a second. "Wait... Mr. Mayor, you're not still suspecting that I'm Batman, are you?"
"Are you?" Coppola widened his eyes and asked expectantly.
"Of course not." Dent rolled his eyes.
Compared to the dark version, Penguin and Two-Face, who had always been good people, did not seem to be oppressive at all. One was amiable, and the other was honest. Fortunately, both of them still had their IQ. As good people, their ability to work in their positions was outstanding.
"Sir, you can't go in …"
Halfway through the banquet, there was a sudden commotion at the entrance.
A waiter's voice gradually became louder, and it attracted everyone's attention.
"Sir! Sir! "He could only pick up the walkie-talkie." Security! There's a man in a purple suit at the entrance … "
"We've seen him. Leave him to us." Before the waiter could finish his sentence, the security guard's response came through the walkie-talkie.
At the same time, three or four well-trained brawny men rushed toward their target at breakneck speed.
However, when they were about five meters away from the man, they heard the sound of something breaking through the wind.
In the blink of an eye, the security guards screamed in pain and fell to the ground.
Some of the guests with sharp eyes noticed that at that moment, it looked like a few cards flashing with black light had flown out of the uninvited guest's hand.
Click … Bang!
Even though Feng Bujue did not rely on firearms, he still took some time to get some ammunition before he came to control the situation in a way that the people around him could understand. At that moment, he took out a terrifying-looking shotgun and fired a shot at the ceiling.
As soon as the shotgun went off, screams rang out.
Even though the men did not scream, their reactions were similar to the women's. Most of them instinctively bent down and looked away from the direction of the gunshot. Some of them were more alert, and they were already moving toward the exit.
This was all within his expectations. Brother Jue did not care about this bunch of passersby escaping.
"Good night, ladies and gentlemen." After firing the shotgun, Feng Bujue walked slowly toward the center of the banquet hall. "Everyone, don't panic. I'm here … to look for two people."
As he spoke, he did not let his guard down. He knew that with the mayor present, other than the security guards in the banquet hall, there would also be the mayor's own armed security force.
"The first one is Mayor Copperport …" As Brother Jue said this, he quickly found the mayor's location through the gazes of the passersby. "The second one is … Prosecutor Dent …"
Coincidentally, the mayor and prosecutor were standing together. This saved Brother Jue a lot of trouble.
"Ah … Very good, both of you are here." Feng Bujue confirmed the location of his targets and quickened his pace.
“Freeze！” At that moment, two bodyguards in suits rushed out to block the mayor and the prosecutor. Both of them took out their pistols and aimed at Brother Jue. One of them even yelled, "Freeze!" (a common usage of freeze).
Some people might think that they were stupid. They could have just opened fire. What was the point of yelling?
However, there was nothing wrong with what they did. At that moment, there were many guests around Feng Bujue. Some of them were running away, and some of them were still standing there, not knowing what to do. If they fired in Brother Jue's direction and missed … Who knew where the bullet would fly? What if it hit one of the tycoons next to him?
"Ha!" Feng Bujue looked at the two bodyguards and smiled. "I knew this would happen …" As he spoke, he opened his suit, revealing two rows of explosives. "Fortunately, I came prepared."
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