Thriller Paradise

In the night, a black motorcycle rushed past the electric car, a red figure on the car.

Tim Drake, the third-generation Robin, is "to be the best detective in the world". His design is slightly inferior to the original Dick Grayson, and the investigation ability is even worse.

But in fact, his skill is definitely not weak. In the comic book "The Battle of the Cloak", Jason Todd also has to admit: "This child can play very well. He has always been very good at grasping the balance between intelligence and force. ”

Unfortunately, he eventually lost to Todd, because he followed the "brothers to teach him the way to fight", "holding a set of moral standards," so in the face of Todd, who has no bottom line, Tim The failure is also reasonable.

Seeing that there is such a good young man who is "Wen Liang Gong Gong", let the seal feel a lot wider.

"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 vicinity of the incident and firefighters were still busy. The police set up a long warning line to block incoming reporters and nearby civilians. Although the scale of the explosion was striking, the fire and subsequent damage caused by the incident were not large and have been effectively controlled.

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

Twenty-five seconds, this is the time that Tim spent close to the unconscious.

"Don't be stupid, Tim." When he opened his mouth, he turned his back to Tim, but he seemed to be behind his eyes. When the other party approaches a certain distance and is ready to start, the sentence is spoken at an appropriate speed.

"You are the madman who throws dollars at the street." Tim said that his eyes became hostile: "It is also the murderer who killed the three police officers."

"I think your allegations are nonsense, unless you have enough evidence to prove that I am related to these things." Feng did not feel turned around and calmly replied.

“There are more than 20 testimonies from different witnesses in the police station, and your appearance is in complete accordance with their description.” Tim said.

"There are a lot of people who look like, Tim." Feng did not know: "You can't make me guilty because my appearance is 'in accordance with the description."

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

"Bundle? Bring it back to the bureau? Oh... It’s really interesting. Who gave you the power to arrest me?" Feng did not laugh and said: "What criminal activities are I doing at the moment? Or my image data appeared in the police. On the wanted list of the bureau?" He shook his head. "Tim... Tim... A good detective should understand that the law... is evidence-oriented."

"Oh... I know that you are a sly guy. You think you have blown up the bank's monitoring room. Will there be any information left? If you spend some time, the police can..." Tim did not finish .

Unexpectedly, he interrupted: "Then wait for them to restore the surveillance video, get tangible evidence, and then arrest me." He spread his hands: "Now... I just stood on the roof to see the scenery. Just a legal citizen."

"Enough! This dialogue is meaningless. You and I know that you are 'Anonymous'!" Tim shouted.

"Even if I admit it, how about it? Tim." Feng Buzhong said with a deep heart: "I can go back with you. But what will happen next? The testimony of those hostages can only prove that I killed three banks." "The robber." He shrugged. "My behavior is undoubtedly a legitimate defense. It can even be said to be just as brave, just like the things you and Godnet do." He held out a finger. Shaking and pointing at each other, like a teacher teaching the students: "I don't know how much surveillance video can be restored, but I don't think you can find any pictures about me killing three policemen. Facts I feel that I have been released on parole before you restore the video. As for the amount of parole, I don't care."

"In addition, no matter the police officers or the hostages, no one has seen the money to the US dollar. Even if you can find every money scattered on the street, you will never find half of my fingerprints. "Feng does not feel like saying: "There is no police officer who directly witnessed my face."

It’s obvious that I’ve thought about everything. He’s meaningful at every step of the bank: “If this case is heard in court, the only information that the hostages can provide to the police is that...I’m... After killing the three robbers, they used guns to force the hostages to put a cash bag on their heads and tied them with plastic buckles." He grinned and said: "I can do this." Explain... 'When I killed the three robbers for the purpose of legitimate defense, I was worried that there were people in the presence. In order to better cooperate with the police, I controlled the first time. The situation, and hinted at Sergeant Clapton, the gang of robbers in the hostage, let him not relax his vigilance.'"

"Oh... do you think someone will believe in your own words?" Tim snorted.

"Of course there will be, this is a free country, Tim, the jury is neutral, isn't it? Besides... everyone has weaknesses, isn't it?" Feng Wei smiled gloomyly: "As long as I have a set of looks Reasonable rhetoric, the final result of my trial can only be released due to insufficient evidence."

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

"Indicating me?" The seal once again interrupted the other party: "Take the testimony. Anyway, in court, I can completely deny it. By then, your testimony will become 'subjective speculation. The lie that was made to send me to jail." He suddenly shook his finger: "Ah... ah... Tim, what are you doing? You leaned sideways and stretched your hand to your belt. Location, do you want to open some sort of recording device?"

Tim was unaware of his intentions, and he couldn’t help but snorted.

"Respond to me under my reminder, indicating that you are still too tender." Feng did not know: "If today is Bruce standing here, as early as when I said the word 'evidence'. I must have begun recording. Alright."

"You turned out to be..." Tim said: "You know not only my name, but even Bruce..."

"Ha ha ha ha..." Suddenly burst into laughter, laughing for a dozen seconds before stopping: "In my opinion, Batman's identity has always been a joke.

He wears a military-grade, multi-million-dollar line that can afford more than $80 million in transportation, white, between twenty-five and forty-five, and six feet and two inches tall. How many people do you think are eligible? Even within the United States, I can narrow the list to twenty people. Not to mention. In this little Gotham city. ”

"Who are you?" Tim at this time, the eyes that look at the seal have changed. He realized that the man in front of him was obviously not the kind of super criminal who relied on force, but the one who relied on IQ. This kind of person is especially difficult to deal with.

"What do you think? Tim." Feng did not leave the question back.

"If your so-called "outside visitor" remarks are true, my initial inference is..." Tim replied: "You are a clown from another universe."

"Oh... you are really good, kid. If I am in your position, maybe I will think like this..." Feng did not know: "But I am not a clown, the real clown, will not be in this period. Appeared because there is no Batman's Gotham City. For him... too boring."

"Sound, you know the madman very well." Tim answered.

When the conversation progressed to this sentence, Tim had understood that he could not put out any substantive information from the man in front of him, so he began to slowly approach the seal. Ready to get people.

"I know you very well, Tim Drake." The voice just fell, and I unconsciously untied the two buttons that were tied together in the middle of my shirt, revealing a bundle of bombs...

Tim immediately stopped. I was shocked and said, "What do you want to do... with me?"

I didn’t know how to smile. From the jacket pocket, I took out a small remote control and raised it with one hand: "Who knows... Hehehe..." He said, and he immediately pressed it.

boom--

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

But that is naturally not a bomb tied to the body of the seal, but something else.

At the moment when he couldn't feel the button, Tim was shocked and swayed backwards. He didn't expect the explosion to happen in the eyes, but in a farther place.

"What happened..." Tim re-established his eyes and fixed his eyes.

Behind the cover, about 100 meters away is another high-rise building where the explosion took place. After the blast, the outer wall of the building left a huge gap in the shape of a circle, like a smile.

From Tim's point of view, this burning smile is suspended in the sky behind the seal, and the smile hanging on the face of this madman is exactly the same.

"Even now, Tim, you still don't have enough evidence to send me to jail." Unlocking the hand, the remote control in his hand was thrown outside the roof. "You saw that I pressed when the explosion occurred." Something, but this can't prove anything. Maybe you can still find a broken remote on the street, but there is no fingerprint on it." He smiled wickedly: "Look...when everything needs to be evidenced It is easier for criminals to get rid of their crimes. The law of this country is simply a joke. Tim, countless real villains are able to go unpunished, and many good people are ruined by this system because of a little bit of negligence. The whole life."

"What do you want to do!" Tim muttered, but he still couldn't go forward. After all, the bombs on his body haven't exploded yet...

"My purpose, you have a hard time understanding."

"I can try."

"Don't bother, I don't intend to tell you." Feng did not come back, then pointed his finger at the explosives on his body: "In short, what you should realize now is... these bombs are not for personal use. I am determined and will never be caught by you." He paused and said: "Don't talk to me about law. You are not behind the law, but justice. Even Batman can't deny that justice depends on strength. To support. And you... Tim, not qualified enough."

The seal said, while stepping back, standing on the railing of the rooftop: "There are two things, you need to know." He took a cell phone from his arms and threw it to Tim.

Tim's dynamic vision was excellent, and he saw that it wasn't a hidden weapon. He reached out and grabbed it.

"Open the note, there are three sets of numbers in the first piece, the number indicates the coordinates of a bomb." Feng did not know: "And the bomb is located in an apartment one mile from here, it will explode within ten minutes. He stopped for two seconds and said: "The second thing, if you or other people in Godnet, you meet a few other travelers from outside the world, don't believe any words they say, when they When you say that you are not hostile or surrender, you should be refreshed... that is a precursor to their killing."

When the words are here, I will not jump back and jump straight from the high building.

Tim quickly chased to the side of the rooftop, just to see that he opened a rectangular gliding parachute in the air and flew away...

"Sage, can you hear? I am Tim."

"Hey, Tim, what's the situation? I heard that you are going to chase that..."

"Well, Barbara, there is no time, you listen to me first." Tim interrupted: "I am going to dismantle a bomb installed by a madman. Please tell the members of all the gods." When he said this, he had already ran. Using ropes and flying hooks, Tim easily came to the original building and began to go down, ready to jump on his car with a top speed of 300 kilometers per hour. "Let Dick be careful about the two strangers. Their surrender is likely to be an illusion, they must be held in the prison cell of the super-criminal level, strictly guarded!"

............

Five minutes later, the landing on the two streets was closed, and the parachute had been cleared, and the gait was found to have entered a small street. He went straight to a luxury car parked on the street, went to the back seat, and opened the door.

In the back seat of the car, sitting on a tall middle-aged man, his right side of the face is normal, the hair style is also in the middle, while the other half of the face is festering and skinless, the hair is washed and cut to blow a dragon shape. His suit is also very special, the right half is black, the style is calm and solemn; while the left half is a bellied suit, like the mafia middle-level cadres.

Unconsciously, he sat down on the opposite side of the double-faced person, picked up a bottle of whiskey from the mini bar, and poured himself a cup. "Get hooked, let your people prepare."