Chapter 78 The Madman and the Robin

In the night, a black motorcycle sped past like a bolt of lightning, a red figure on board.

Tim Drake, the third Robin, aspired to "become the world's greatest detective." In the setting, his skills were slightly inferior to the first generation, Dick Grayson, but his investigative abilities were second to none.

But in fact, his skills were definitely not weak. In the comic "Battle for the Cowl," Jason Todd had to admit, "This kid can fight. He's always been good at balancing intellect and force."

Unfortunately, in the end, he was defeated by Todd because he fought "the way Bruce taught him" and "clung to a set of moral principles." Therefore, Tim's failure in the face of Todd, who had no bottom line, was reasonable.

Seeing such a "gentle, kind, respectful, thrifty, and yielding" good young man arrive, Feng Bujue felt much relieved.

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

Some fire trucks were parked in the area near the incident site, and firefighters were still busy. The police had established a super-long cordon to block reporters and nearby residents. Although the scale of the explosion was amazing, the fire and subsequent damage caused afterward were not too great and had been effectively controlled.

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

Twenty-five seconds was the time it took Tim to approach Feng Bujue from behind.

"Don't do anything stupid, Tim." When Feng Bujue spoke, he was facing away from Tim, but he seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. When the other party approached a certain distance and was about to strike, he said this sentence at an appropriate speed.

"You're the madman who threw dollars on the street, aren't you?" Tim's eyes became hostile as he said this, "Also the murderer who killed those three police officers."

"I think your accusations are nonsense unless you have enough evidence to prove that I am related to these things." Feng Bujue turned around and replied calmly.

"The police station has more than twenty testimonies from different witnesses, and your appearance completely matches the description in any of those testimonies." Tim said.

"Many people look alike, Tim." Feng Bujue said, "You can't assume I'm guilty 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 me up? Take me back to the station? Heh... that's interesting. Who gave you the right to arrest me?" Feng Bujue laughed, "Am I currently engaged in any criminal activity? Or does my image data appear on the police station's wanted list?" He shook his head, "Tim... Tim... an excellent detective should understand that the law... is about evidence."

"Hmph... I know you're a cunning guy. You think you destroyed the bank's surveillance room, so there won't be any data left? As long as you spend some time, the police can..." Tim didn't finish his sentence.

Feng Bujue interrupted, "Then wait for them to restore the surveillance footage and get concrete evidence before arresting me." He spread his hands, "Right now... I'm just a law-abiding citizen standing on the roof looking at the scenery."

"Enough! This conversation is meaningless. You and I both know that you are 'Nameless'!" 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 can only prove that I killed three bank robbers." He shrugged, "My behavior undoubtedly falls under self-defense, and can even be said to be acting for a just cause, just like what you and Shen Wang (God Net) do." He stretched out a finger, shook it at the other party, like a teacher instructing a student, "I don't know how much of the surveillance footage can be restored, but I don't think you can find any footage of me killing three police officers. In fact, I think I will be paroled before you restore the footage. As for how much the parole bond will be, I don't care."

"In addition, whether it's the police or the hostages, no one 'saw' me throwing dollars into the street. Even if you can retrieve every bill scattered on the street, you definitely won't find a single fingerprint of mine." Feng Bujue said smugly, "And no police officer directly witnessed my face."

Feng Bujue had obviously thought of everything. Every step he took in the bank was meaningful: "If this case goes to trial, the only unfavorable information the hostages can provide to the police is... after I killed the three robbers, I used a gun to force the hostages to put cash bags on their heads and tied their hands and feet with plastic zip ties." He tilted his head and smiled, "Regarding this matter, I can explain it this way... 'When I killed those three robbers for the purpose of self-defense, I was worried that there were accomplices among the people present. In order to better cooperate with the police's actions, I took control of the situation as soon as possible and hinted to Chief Clapton that those hostages were accomplices of the robbers, so that he would not relax his vigilance.'"

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

"Of course they will. This is a free country, Tim. The jury is neutral, isn't it? Besides... everyone has weaknesses, doesn't they?" Feng Bujue smiled gloomily, "As long as I have a set of seemingly reasonable arguments, the final result of my trial can only be that I am released due to insufficient evidence."

"Ha!" Tim also laughed, "Just based on what you just said to me, I can..."

"Testify against me?" Feng Bujue interrupted the other party again, "Then go ahead and testify. Anyway, in court, I can completely deny it. Then your testimony will become 'a lie fabricated out of subjective conjecture in order to send me to prison.'" He suddenly shook a finger, "Ah... ah... Tim, what are you doing? You turned sideways without making a sound, and secretly stretched your hand towards your belt. Are you trying to turn on some kind of recording device?"

Tim's intention was seen through by Feng Bujue, and he couldn't help but curse in his heart.

"The fact that you only reacted after my reminder shows that you are still too young." Feng Bujue said, "If Bruce were standing here today, I bet he would have already started recording when I said the word 'evidence.'"

"You actually..." Tim said in a deep voice, "You not only know my name, but even Bruce..."

"Hahahaha..." Feng Bujue suddenly burst into laughter, stopped after laughing for more than ten seconds, "In my opinion, Batman's identity has always been a joke...

"He wears military-grade gear that costs over a million dollars, can afford a means of transportation that costs over eighty million dollars, is white, between twenty-five and forty-five years old, and is six feet two inches tall. How many people do you think meet the criteria? Even within the entire United States, I can narrow the list down to twenty people. Not to mention in this small Gotham City."

"Who exactly are you?" At this time, Tim's gaze towards Feng Bujue had changed. He realized that the man in front of him was obviously not the kind of super-criminal who relied on force, but the kind who relied on intelligence. These people were especially difficult to deal with.

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

"If your so-called 'visitor from another world' remarks are true, my preliminary deduction is..." Tim replied, "You are the Joker from another universe."

"Heh... you're not bad, kid. If I were in your position, I might think the same way..." Feng Bujue said, "But I'm not the Joker. The real Joker won't appear during these days, because Gotham City without Batman is too boring for him."

"Sounds like you know that madman very well." Tim responded.

When the conversation reached this point, Tim understood that he couldn't get any substantial information from the man in front of him, so he began to slowly approach Feng Bujue, preparing to take him down by force.

"I also know you very well, Tim Drake." As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Bujue unbuttoned the two buttons in the middle of his coat, revealing a bundle of explosives...

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

Feng Bujue smiled, took out a very small remote control from his coat pocket, and raised it with one hand: "Who knows... hehehe..." After he said that, he actually pressed it immediately.

Bang—

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

But that was naturally not the bomb tied to Feng Bujue's body, but elsewhere.

At the moment Feng Bujue pressed the button, Tim was so startled that he shook his cape and rolled backward, but he didn't expect the explosion to not happen in front of him, but further away.

"What's going on..." Tim re-stabilized himself and took a closer look.

Behind Feng Bujue, about a hundred meters away, was another high-rise building, and the explosion occurred there. After the explosion, a huge arc-shaped gap was left on the outer wall of the building, like a smiling face.

From Tim's perspective, this burning smile was suspended in the sky behind Feng Bujue, and it was exactly the same as the smile on this madman's face.

"Even now, Tim, you still don't have enough evidence to send me to prison." Feng Bujue flicked his hand and threw the remote control in his hand out of the rooftop, "You saw me press something when the explosion occurred, but that doesn't prove anything. Maybe you can still find a broken remote control on the street, but there are no fingerprints on it." He smiled evilly, "You see... when everything has to be about evidence, it becomes easier for criminals to get away with crimes. The laws of this country are simply a joke, Tim. Countless real villains are able to roam free, while many good people are ruined by this system for a little mistake in their lives."

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

"My purpose is hard for you to understand."

"I can try to understand."

"No need to bother, I don't plan on telling you." Feng Bujue replied, then pointed to the explosives on his body, "In short, what you should realize now is... these bombs are not for show. I am determined and will never be caught by you." He paused for a moment, then said, "Don't talk to me about the law. Behind you is not the law, but justice. Even Batman cannot deny that justice needs the support of power. And you... Tim, are not qualified enough."

As Feng Bujue spoke, he retreated, stood next to the railing on the rooftop: "There are two things you need to know." He took out a mobile phone from his pocket and threw it to Tim.

Tim's dynamic vision was excellent. Seeing that it wasn't some kind of hidden weapon flying over, he reached out and caught it.

"Open the notepad. The first file contains three sets of numbers. Those numbers mark the coordinates of a bomb." Feng Bujue said, "And that bomb is located in an apartment building one mile away from here, and it will explode within ten minutes." He paused for two seconds, then said, "The second thing, if you or other members of Shen Wang (God Net) encounter other travelers from other worlds, don't believe anything they say. When they say they are not hostile or surrender, you should be on your guard... that's the prelude to their massacre."

Having said that, Feng Bujue opened his arms and jumped backward, jumping directly off the high-rise building.

Tim quickly chased to the edge of the rooftop and saw Feng Bujue opening a rectangular glider parachute in mid-air and flying away...

"Sage, can you hear me? This is Tim." Tim immediately turned on the communicator.

"Hi, Tim, what's the situation? I heard you went after that..."

"Okay, Barbara, there's no time. Listen to me first." Tim interrupted, "I'm going to defuse a bomb installed by a madman. Please tell all members of Shen Wang (God Net) a message." As he said this, he ran. Using ropes and grappling hooks, Tim easily arrived at the original building and began to descend, preparing to jump on his ride with a top speed of three hundred kilometers per hour, "Tell Dick to be careful of those two visitors from another world. Their surrender is likely a trick. They must be held in a super-villain-level cell and kept under strict surveillance!"

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Five minutes later, Feng Bujue, who had landed several blocks away, had put away the parachute and walked leisurely into a small 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.

Inside the car sat a tall, middle-aged man. The right half of his face was normal, and his hairstyle was also regular, while the other half of his face was ulcerated and skinless, and his hair was styled in a wash, cut, and blow-dry fashion. His suit was also very special. The right half was black, and the style was stable and dignified; while the left half was a flashy striped suit, like the dress of a mid-level Mafia cadre.

Feng Bujue sat down opposite Two-Face without ceremony, took a bottle of whiskey from the mini-bar, poured himself a glass, "He took the bait. Tell your people to be prepared."