In the darkness of the night, a black motorcycle flashed by. On the motorcycle was a red figure.
Tim Drake, third generation Robin. His ambition was to "become the best detective in the world." In terms of setting, his skills were slightly inferior to the first generation's Dick Grayson, but his investigative abilities were far better than the first generation's.
But in fact, he was definitely not weak. In the comic "Battle for the Cape," Jason Todd had to admit, "This kid can fight very well. He has always been very good at grasping the balance between intelligence and strength."
Unfortunately, in the end, he still lost to Todd because he fought according to "the way Bruce taught him" and "clung to a set of moral principles." Therefore, in the face of Todd, who had no bottom line, Tim's defeat was reasonable.
Seeing that the person who came was such a "gentle, courteous, and thrifty" young man, Feng Bujue felt a lot more relieved.
"God … This scene is like a missile attack …" Tim stood on the top of a building and looked at the ruins of the factory in front of him. He couldn't help but sigh.
Some fire trucks were parked in the area near the scene of the incident, and the firefighters were still busy. The police set up a very long cordon to block the reporters and nearby civilians. Although the scale of this explosion was shocking, the fire and subsequent damage caused by the aftermath were not that great. They had been effectively controlled.
"That's …" Suddenly, Tim saw something. On the top of another building less than 200 meters away, there was a figure in a purple suit. Looking at the characteristics of this person, there was no doubt that this was the "John Doe" described by the hostages in the bank incident.
Twenty-five seconds, this was the time it took Tim to get close to Feng Bujue.
"Don't do anything stupid, Tim." When Feng Bujue spoke, he was facing away from Tim, but it was as if he had eyes behind his back. When the man was within a certain distance and was about to make his move, Feng Bujue used the appropriate speed to say that.
"You're the lunatic who threw dollars on the street." Tim's eyes were full of hostility as he said this. "You're also the murderer who killed the three police officers."
"I think your accusation is nonsense unless you have enough evidence to prove that I am related to these matters." Feng Bujue turned around and calmly replied.
"There are more than twenty testimonies from different witnesses in the police station, and your appearance matches the description in any of the testimonies exactly," Tim said.
"There are many people who look alike, Tim," Feng Bujue said, "You can't convict me just because my appearance 'matches the description'."
"After I tie you up and take you back to the police station, I think those witnesses will be happy to identify you," Tim replied confidently.
"Tie him up? Bring him back to the station? Hehe … Interesting. Who gave you the right to arrest me? "Feng Bujue laughed." Am I engaged in any criminal activity at the moment? Or did my image appear on the police's wanted list? " He shook his head. "Tim … Tim … A good detective should understand that the law … is all about evidence."
"Hmph … I know you're a cunning guy. Do you think that after blowing up the bank's surveillance room, there won't be any evidence left behind? With some time, the police can … "Tim didn't finish his sentence.
Feng Bujue cut him off. "Then, we will wait for them to recover the surveillance footage and get actual evidence before they come to arrest me." He spread out his hands. "Now … I'm just a legal citizen standing on the roof looking at the scenery."
"Enough! This kind of conversation is meaningless. You and I both know that you are 'John Doe'! "Tim shouted.
"Even if I admit it, so what? Tim, "Feng Bujue said earnestly." I can go back with you, but what will happen next? The testimonies of those hostages only prove that I killed the three bank robbers. " He shrugged. "My actions were undoubtedly self-defense. It could even be said that I acted bravely for a just cause, just like what you and the Network did." He stretched out a finger and pointed it at Tim like a teacher teaching a student. "I don't know how much of the surveillance footage can be restored, but I don't think that you can find any footage of me killing the three police officers. In fact, I think that before you restore the footage, I have already been paroled. As for how much the parole fee is, I don't care. "
"Also, whether it's the police officers or the hostages, no one 'saw' me throwing the dollars onto the street with their own eyes. Even if you can find every piece of money scattered on the street, you won't be able to find half of my fingerprints," Feng Bujue said proudly. "Not a single police officer saw my face directly."
Feng Bujue obviously had everything planned out. Every step that he took at the bank was meaningful. "If this case is brought to trial, the only information that the hostages could provide to the police that is detrimental to me is … after I killed the three bank robbers, I used the gun to force the hostages to put a bag of cash over my head and used plastic locks to tie my hands and feet." He titled his head to the side and smiled. "Regarding this, I can explain it this way … 'When I killed the three robbers out of self-defense, I was worried that there might be one of their spies among the people at the scene. To better cooperate with the police, I took control of the situation at the first opportunity and hinted to Inspector Clapton that there might be an accomplice among the hostages, telling him not to let his guard down.'
"Humph … Do you think anyone will believe your nonsense?" Tim scoffed.
"Of course, this is a free country. Tim, the jury is neutral, isn't it? Furthermore … everyone has their own weakness, don't they? " Feng Bujue chuckled darkly. "As long as I can come up with a plausible explanation, the final result of my trial will be that I will be released due to lack of evidence."
"Ha!" Tim also laughed. "Just based on what you said to me earlier, I can …"
"Testify against me?" Feng Bujue interrupted the man again. "Then go ahead and testify. After all, in court, I can deny everything that I said. By then, your testimony will become 'a lie that you made up to send me to prison based on your subjective reasoning'. "He suddenly wagged his finger." Ah … Ah … Tim, what are you doing? You silently turned your body to the side and reached your hand toward your belt. Are you trying to turn on some kind of recording device? "
Tim could not help but grumble internally when he was seen through by Feng Bujue.
"You only realized what you were doing after I reminded you. This proves that you are still too naive." Feng Bujue said, "If it was Bruce standing here today, when I said the word 'evidence', I believe he would have started recording already."
"You …" Tim said darkly, "Not only do you know my name, you even know Bruce …"
"Hahahaha …" Feng Bujue suddenly burst out laughing. He laughed for ten seconds before he stopped. "From how I see it, the identity of Batman has always been a joke …
"He wears military-grade equipment that costs more than one million US dollars. He can afford a vehicle that costs more than eighty million US dollars. He is Caucasian, between twenty-five and forty-five years old, and six feet two inches tall. How many people do you think fit these criteria? Even within the entire United States, I can narrow down the list to less than twenty people. Much less in this small city of Gotham. "
"Who are you?" By then, the way Tim looked at Feng Bujue had changed. He realized that the man before him was not a supervillain who relied on brute force but intelligence. This kind of person was hard to deal with.
"What do you think, Tim?" Tim. "Feng Bujue tossed the question back at him.
"If what you said about 'visitors from another world' is true, my initial speculation is …" Tim replied. "You are the Joker from another universe."
"Haha … You are not bad, kid. If I were in your position, perhaps I would think the same … "Feng Bujue said." But I am not the Joker. The real Joker will not appear during this period of time because a Gotham City without Batman is … too boring for him. "
"Sounds like you know that madman very well," Tim replied.
At this point in the conversation, Tim understood that he would not be able to get any real information out of the man before him, so he started to slowly approach Feng Bujue, preparing to make his move.
"I know you very well too, Tim Drake." Just as he finished, Feng Bujue undid the two buttons that were tied together in the middle of his shirt, revealing a bundle of bombs …
Tim immediately stopped moving. His heart shook as he said, "What are you doing … Are you going to die together with me?"
Feng Bujue smiled and took out a very small remote control from his shirt pocket. He raised it with one hand and said, "Who knows … Hahaha …" Then he pressed the button.
Bang!
A loud explosion announced that the bomb had been detonated.
Naturally, it was not the bomb that was tied to Feng Bujue's body but somewhere else.
The moment Feng Bujue pressed the button, Tim was so shocked that his cape shook and he rolled backward. He did not expect the explosion to not happen before him but somewhere further away.
"What's going on …" Tim regained his balance and took a closer look.
Behind Feng Bujue, about one hundred meters away, there was another high-rise building. The explosion happened there. After the explosion, there was a large hole in the shape of an arc on the wall of the building. It looked like a smiling face.
From Tim's point of view, this burning smile was floating in the sky behind Feng Bujue. It 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 swung his hand and threw the remote control out of the rooftop. "You saw me press something when the explosion happened, but that doesn't prove anything. Maybe you can find a broken remote control on the street, but there are no fingerprints on it. " He smiled evilly. "You see … When everything depends on evidence, it becomes easier for criminals to get away with their crimes. The laws of this country are a joke, Tim. Countless real villains get away with it, but many good people have their whole lives ruined by this system because of a little mistake. "
"What the hell do you want!" Tim roared, but he still couldn't go forward. After all, the bomb on Feng Bujue's body had not exploded yet …
"It's hard for you to understand my purpose."
"I can try to understand it."
"Don't bother, I don't intend to tell you." Feng Bujue replied, and then pointed at the explosives on his body. "Anyway, what you should realize now is … these bombs are not used to scare people. I'm determined not to be caught by you." He paused for a moment and said, "Don't talk to me about the law. Behind you is not the law, but justice. Even Batman can't deny that justice needs to be supported by power. And you … Tim, you're not qualified. "
As Feng Bujue spoke, he stepped back and stood next to the railing of the rooftop. "There are two things you need to know." He took out a mobile phone and threw it to Tim.
Tim's dynamic vision was excellent. When he saw that it was not a hidden weapon, he reached out and caught it.
"Open the notepad. There are three sets of numbers in the first file. Those numbers mark the coordinates of a bomb." Feng Bujue said, "And that bomb is located in an apartment one mile from here. It will explode in ten minutes." He paused for two seconds and said, "The second thing is, if you or the other members of the God's Net meet other travelers from another world, do not believe a single word they say. When they express that they are not hostile or surrender, you should be on high alert … That is a sign that they are about to start a massacre."
At this point, Feng Bujue opened his arms and leaped backward, jumping down from the building.
Tim hurried to the edge of the rooftop and saw Feng Bujue open a rectangular paragliding parachute in midair and fly into the distance …
"Sage, can you hear me? It's Tim. "Tim immediately turned on the communicator.
"Hey, Tim, what's the situation? I heard that you went after that … "
"Okay, Barbara, there's no time. Listen to me first." Tim interrupted, "I'm now going to defuse a bomb installed by a madman. Please spread a message to all members of the Network." When he said this, he was already running. Using ropes and flying hooks, Tim easily arrived at the original building and began to walk down, ready to jump into his car, which could reach a maximum speed of 300 kilometers per hour. "Tell Dick to be careful of the two travelers from another world. Their surrender is likely to be a trick. They must be locked up in a super criminal cell and watched closely!"
…
Five minutes later, Feng Bujue, who had landed a few streets away, had already packed up his parachute and walked leisurely into a small street. He went straight to a luxury car parked on the side of the street, came to the back seat, and opened the door to enter.
Inside the car sat a tall middle-aged man. The right side of his face was normal, and his hairstyle was also normal. The other side of his face was festering and had no skin, and his hair was in a hairstyle that was cut and dried in one go. His suit was also very special. The right side was black, and the style was steady and solemn. The left side, on the other hand, was a fancy striped suit, which was like the outfit commonly used by middle-level Mafia cadres.
Feng Bujue unceremoniously sat opposite the two-faced man, took a bottle of whiskey from the mini bar, and poured himself a glass. "They've taken the bait. Tell your people to get ready."
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