Chapter 271 Battle for the Cape 14

Chapter 271 Battle for the Cape 14

In the night, a black motorcycle swept down the street. There was a red figure that sat atop the ride. The wish of Tim Drake, the third-generation Robin, was to become the best detective in the world. In terms of setting, he was slightly weaker than the first-generation Dick Grayson, but his investigative skills surpassed his predecessor’s. In reality, he was not weak in combat. In the comic, Battle for the Cowl, Jason Todd had to admit, "The kid is a real fighter. He is good at balancing strength and intelligence."

But in the end, he lost to Todd because he was fighting according to the way Bruce taught him, holding onto the set of morals, so when faced with Todd, who had no bottom line, it was unsurprising that Tim lost. Realizing that it was this kind and gentlemanly young man who had come after him, Feng Bujue relaxed a lot.

"God... this is like the site of a missile strike..." Tim stood on the roof of a building and looked at the ruins of the factory before him. Some firetrucks stopped around the nearby area, and the firemen were busy putting out the fire. The police set up a long police line to stop the reporters and citizens that had gathered. Even though the explosion was huge, the aftermath of the fire and the damage was not that great. It had been brought under control.

"That is..." Suddenly, Tim spotted something. On the roof of another building about two hundred meters from him, there was a figure dressed in purple. From the person’s appearance, it made the description given by the hostages of ’John Doe’ in the bank robbery.

Twenty-five seconds, that was how long it took for Tim to get behind Feng Bujue.

"Don’t do anything stupid, Tim." When Feng Bujue spoke, he was facing away from Tim, but it looked like he had eyes on his back. When the man was within certain distance, Feng Bujue said that to stop him.

"You are the madman who shot out thousands of dollars into the street, right?" When Tim said that, there was already hostility in his eyes. "You are also the murderer of the three police officers."

"I think that your accusation is completely baseless, unless you have enough evidence to prove my ties to whatever you’re talking about," Feng Bujue said calmly as he turned around.

"There are testimonies given by more than twenty different people at the station, and your appearance matches the physical description perfectly," Tim answered.

"Tim, there are many people who look similar," Feng Bujue argued. "You can’t charge me for looking like another person, can you?"

"After I arrest you and take you to the station, I am sure those witnesses will be glad to point you out," Tim answered quite confidently.

"Arrest me? Take me to the station? Haha... That is interesting, but who gave you the power to arrest me?" Feng Bujue said with a smile. "What kind of crime have I committed? Or has my visual image shown on the wanted list at the station?"

He shook his head. "Tim... Tim... A good detective should know that the law... speaks with evidence."

"Humph... I knew you’re a cunning character. Do you think that by blowing up the bank’s surveillance room there will be no evidence left behind? Give it some time, and the police will be able..."

Before Tim could finish, Feng Bujue cut him off. "Then come and arrest me after they have recovered the video and have obtained actual evidence. For now... I am just a perfectly legal citizen enjoying the night view from the top of the building."

"Enough! This conversation is going nowhere. You and I both know that you are John Doe!" Tim roared back.

"Even if I admit that, so what?" Feng Bujue said with a sigh. "Tim, I can even go back with you ,but what will happen next? The testimony from those hostages can only prove that I have killed three bank robbers.

"What I did was perfectly acceptable actions of self-defense. You could even say that I have helped society clean up the vermin, exactly the same thing as what you and the other members of the Network are doing."

He extended a finger and then shook it like a teacher lecturing a student.

"I have no idea how much of the video footage can be recovered, but I do not think that you will be able to procure any image of me in any relation to the death of the three police officers. In fact, I have a feeling that before you recover the footage, I will have been granted parole already. With regards to how much the parole fee is, I do not really care.

"Other than that, be it the police officers or the hostages, no one saw me shoot the money out into the streets with their own eyes. Even if you can check every single bill that is out on the street, you will not find my fingerprint on any of them.

"What is happening?" Tim steadied himself and focused his eyes to look. Behind Feng Bujue, more than one hundred meters away, there was another skyscraper. That was where the bomb was set. After the explosion, the outer wall of the building had a large gap left in it, and it looked like a smile from a far. From Tim’s perspective, this flaming smile floated in the sky behind Feng Bujue, and it matched the smile on the madman’s face perfectly.

"Even now, Tim, you do not have enough evidence to send me to jail." Feng Bujue opened his fingers and dropped the remote on the roof. "You saw that I pressed something during the explosion, but that does not mean anything. You might be able to find a ruined remote control on the street, but you know that you won’t find my fingerprints."

With a wicked laugh, he said, "You see... when everything needs evidence and proof, it becomes so much easier for the criminals to slip away. The laws of this country are a joke, Tim. Many real criminals escape from the law unscathed, but it has ruined the lives of many innocent and kind people who have made one tiny little mistake."

"What is it that you are up to!" Tim shouted. But he still did not step forward. After all, the bomb strapped on Feng Bujue’s body was still a threat...

"I don’t think you will understand my goal."

"I can try."

"There’s no need to waste your time, and I do not plan to share it with you anyway," Feng Bujue replied and used his finger to point at the bomb on him. "Now, what you should realize is that... these bombs are not for show, and there is no way for you to arrest me this time.

"Do not talk about the law with me; behind you is not law but justice. Even Batman cannot deny that justice requires power to support you, and you, Tim, are currently not powerful enough."

As Feng Bujue spoke, he retreated to stand at the rail by the roof.

"There are two more things that you need to know."

He took out a phone from his pocket and tossed it to Tim. Tim’s eyes followed the movement of the object through the air. He was sure that it was not some kind of weapon, so he reached out to grab it.

"Open the note pad, and there are three group of numbers in the first document. Those numbers mark the location of one of the bombs," Feng Bujue said. "And the bomb is placed inside an apartment building that is one kilometer away from here. It will explode in another ten minutes.

"The second thing is, if you or other member from the Network run into the other travelers from another dimension, do not believe a single word that comes out from their mouth. When they show no hostility or pretend to surrender, you should be on your guard... because that is the moment before they start to kill."

With that, Feng Bujue opened his arms wide, leaned back, and fell off the roof. Tim rushed to the side and saw Feng Bujue open a rectangular gliding parachute in the air as he flew toward the horizon.

Tim instantly opened his communicator. "Oracle, can you hear me? This is Tim."

"Hey, Tim, what’s up? I heard you’ve gone to chase after..."

"Barbara, there’s no time. Listen to me." Tim cut her off. "I need to go and disarm a bomb set up by a crazy man. Please inform the other members of the Network."

As he said that, he started to move. Using a grapple, Tim easily returned to the building that he had stood on earlier and started to glide downward. He then hopped onto the ride that could go up to three hundred kilometers an hour.

"Tell Dick to be careful about the two travelers from the other dimension. Their surrender might be fake. We have to keep them in the cell designed for supervillains and watch over them carefully!"

...

Five minutes later, Feng Bujue landed several streets away and gathered up the parachute. He walked with ease down the alley and entered the backseat of a limo that had stopped by the road.

Inside the car sat a large, middle-aged man. The right side of his face looked normal and had a normal haircut, but the other face was ruined and scarred, and the hairstyle looked like a dragon. The suit that he had on was special, too. The right side was black in color, stable and elegant, but the left side was filled with colorful swirls, similar to the pattern used by gang leaders.

Feng Bujue did not hesitate to sit across from Two-Face and took out a bottle of whiskey from the mini bar. He poured himself a glass. "He’s hooked. Have your men ready."