The Memoirs of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 105 Death (5K)
Edward Nygma is known as The Riddler not only because he likes to leave clues at crime scenes as riddles to mock Batman or the Gotham Police Department, but also because he is like an obscure riddle , incomprehensible, unpredictable.

High IQ, neuroticism, anti-social personality, lack of moral instinct, these seemingly aloof and domineering attributes can indeed be placed on Riddler without any dispute, but this does not change that he is a powerless Powerful ordinary people.

A bullet, a knife, or a tube of poison could easily deprive him of his life without any effort, no more difficult than catching a piglet smeared with sesame oil.

At this moment, the Riddler was sitting on the sofa in a certain hotel suite, looking out the window a little restlessly, watching the night above the city illuminated by neon lights.

"There are six bugs in this room, which are located under the ceramic vase, in the sofa cushion, in the chandelier light tube, in the bathroom vent, in the bedside alarm clock, and behind the TV box."

He glanced at every corner of the room, muttered to himself in a soft voice, put his thumb into his mouth, bit his fingernails back and forth with his fine front teeth, and made a crackling sound, "Besides, there are other things here. There are a total of seven tiny surveillance cameras placed in various dark corners”

"Shut up, sit still." Rick Flag, as the team leader, instructed through the communication headset, "The target will come at any time, you need to be calm."

Sedation?Suppress your lungs!
The muscles on Riddler's face twitched. As an ordinary person with a mortal body, he has been able to hang around in Gotham for so long. One reason is that his IQ is indeed high enough to play around with other villains and even Batman.

The second reason is that Batman will not hurt the killer at all. At most, he will break a few ribs and throw him in prison. When the time is right to escape from prison, he will still be a hero who will bring disaster to Gotham.

But Rentu is different!Not to mention Batman, even any family of gangsters, such as Hydra, if you say kill them all, you will kill them all.

And the Owl Court, Assassin League, and Deathstroke who followed to find fault were even worse. They didn't even find their bodies, and one of them disappeared. They might be locked up in some dark corner right now, being tortured and abused day and night.
The Riddler swallowed. If he hadn't been afraid of the remote-control bomb on the back of his neck, he would've fucked up and fled in a panic.

"Don't worry, we can all see you," Rick Flagg said in a tone that could not be called caring: "As long as Rentu enters the security range and you delay for a while to confirm his identity, we can get you from the hotel's door." Different corners swarmed up, captured it, and even killed it on the spot."

"I hope." The Riddler licked his chapped lips, put his palm in the shape of a question mark on his knee, and hit the ground back and forth with the sole of his foot.

Suddenly, the light in the bathroom of the hotel suite went cold, and the sound of flushing the toilet came suddenly, drowning out the sound of the faucet of the sink.

The Riddler hurriedly turned his head, only to see a man wearing a mask and a cloak, with his wet hands shaking, pushed open the glass door of the bathroom, and walked out swaggeringly.

"Good evening," the cloaked man said hoarsely, "can you please show the palm of your right hand, which sneaks up under your ass and holds the 9mm pistol?"

"You are Rentu, right?" The Riddler obediently followed suit, dangling the trigger with one finger, and threw the pistol into the corner of the suite. "How did you see that?"

The man in the cloak took off his mask, revealing the face of a haggard man. He smiled and pointed to his left eye, "Do you need to ask? Use your eyes."

The left eye of the cloaked man, or Constantine, is spinning crazily, like a self-aware component. The black pupil suddenly expands, covering the entire iris, and countless tangled veins spread around the eye socket, looking Terrifying.

At the same time, Constantine flicked his finger, and a line of extremely fine fluorescent characters appeared an inch before the tip of the Riddler's nose.

"Keep quiet and keep talking, she can see us."

she?Is it a woman?

The riddleman's thoughts turned sharply, why is the person who came here Constantine, and who is the "she" referred to in this line of text?Is it human slaughter?

"I heard that you have some information to tell me," Constantine said without changing his expression, "Now, tell me."

The Riddler took a deep breath. Since the other party didn't act immediately, he continued to act according to the script, "I learned through some internal reports that a secret department under the CIA has dispatched a special task force. I can tell The composition of your task force, but you must agree to one request."

"any request."

"Let me join you." The Riddler read the best lines according to the script design, "Batman is dead, no one in this Gotham City can resist your progress, this is my talent the best stage."

"Interesting," Constantine said indifferently, "You keep talking, I'm listening."

At the same time, he waved his fingers with different expressions, and another line of small fluorescent words appeared on the tip of the Riddler's nose, "Go and close the curtain."

The Riddler frowned slightly, and after the fluorescent characters dissipated, he got up naturally, walked to the window and drew the curtains.

What is he trying to do?
The Riddler already had some vague guesses in his heart, and Constantine's subsequent actions proved this guess even more.

Constantine took advantage of the moment the curtains were drawn, and his palms slammed into seals. A mysterious and profound magic circle appeared in the center of the suite. The invisible energy ripples diffused and spread, and what kind of bugs, monitors, and even riddles were heard. All the communication headsets in it were destroyed.

The effect of the energy ripples didn't stop there, it was tightly attached to the walls, floor, and ceiling of the room, and the defense strength of the formed shield was comparable to 600mm-thick homogeneous rolled steel armor.

"I used the magic circle to create a temporary illusion to confuse them." Constantine shouted anxiously: "The magic circle can only last for 1 minute and 20 seconds."

There were countless doubts in the riddle man's stomach, and he asked like a cannonball: "You were held hostage by Rentu? Who is she you just mentioned?"

Constantine replied in a deep voice: "This time it's not only me, but also another Rentu's subordinate. She is on the roof of this hotel. The formation I just used can only simulate that we are still in normal condition." Visions of conversation, temporarily paralyzing her."

The Riddler clenched his teeth, his eyes narrowed into a slit, "What do you want?"

"That depends on how much power you have," Constantine said ferociously, "I don't care what task force you represent is lurking in those corners of this hotel, I just want to know whether you have the ability to kill and massacre .”

The Riddler suddenly came to his senses. The moment he saw Constantine, he knew that Constantine was a clever, cunning, vicious, and vicious man just like himself.

But the most unbearable thing for a smart person is to be controlled by others, life and death cannot be controlled by oneself.

The Riddler thought to himself, it turned out that Constantine was probably ready to sell for a price when he came here this time. If the other party's evaluation shows that the suicide squad does not have the ability to kill people, he might kill the Riddler. , Destroying corpses and eradicating traces.

And if the staffing of the Suicide Squad can complete the task of killing people and massacres, then Constantine will not hesitate to join the battle, turn around, sell information, and help the suicide squad attack people butchers.

Either he was killed by a remote-control bomb on the back of his neck, or he was strangled by Constantine in front of him. The Riddler had never felt so close to death. The door of the dark tomb seemed to have been opened, and countless bloodthirsty flies were gearing up, ready to use the tube mouthparts to lick blood.

He took a deep breath, and described the staffing of the suicide squad in the fastest tone of his life, and exaggerated the personal strength of those super-capable criminals as much as possible under reasonable conditions.

When 1 minute and 20 seconds came, Constantine lowered his head, narrowed his eyes slightly, and remained silent, while the magic circle in his hand gradually dissipated, and the sense of exposure of being peeped on was reappeared.

The Riddler stood there anxiously, the beard and hair above his lips were disturbed by his breathing, and swayed slightly.

Finally Constantine raised his head and opened his eyes. Under the horrified gaze of the Riddler, he tore the skin on his arm.

Under the skin of Constantine's arm, instead of fuzzy flesh and blood, there is a layer of metallic steel with a dense array of fluorescent tubes, which looks very similar to Baron Sterak's "Satan's Claw" .

"Do you know?" Constantine said blankly: "In the state of the spirit body, I watched with my own eyes that he cultivated artificial organs such as brains, bones, and internal organs from scratch, bit by bit. Dots piece together this body that is a mixture of mechanics, occultism, Nordic god patterns and even oriental spells.

My eyes are completely replaced by biochemical materials, engraved with magic circuits, not only have the functions of temperature identification, telephoto, night vision, and perspective, but also can directly see the traces of ether flowing in the air, and can even automatically deduce and simulate the casting of spells The optimal solution of ether permutation in French time. "

He stretched out his palm and picked out the eyeballs from the eye sockets. The spherical object was not stained with much blood, but the nerves behind the eyeballs were glowing with fluorescence, which looked very strange.

"I am a proud person, and I value freedom more than anything else. I am absolutely unwilling to hide in a narrow and dark basement, living a life of fear and fear of being dissected and transformed." Constantine said, While covering the skin, the eyeballs were stuffed back, "But, I'm afraid."

There were loud noises from upstairs, downstairs, and in the corridor of the suite. The Riddler knew that it was members of the suicide squad who were trying their best to break through the magic circle shield that Constantine had set up.

"I'm afraid of him, do you know?" Constantine adjusted the position of his eyeballs back and forth, and said calmly: "When I first met him, he was just an ordinary man who relied on brute force to break magic. However, since I handed him the mystic materials, he has become stronger every day.

Those complex and obscure ancient books that are comparable to heavenly books, dauntingly vast and daunting became nourishment in front of him, knowledge was integrated, information was collected, and power systems of different origins were as smooth as silk around fingers in his hands, allowing him to manipulate and control , mastery. "

A look of despair gradually appeared on the face of the Riddler, and he retreated tremblingly, but Constantine refused to let go, his facial expression became more ferocious, and he said softly: "Your so-called task force, even the one I arranged Magic shields can't be penetrated in an instant, so you want to face him? Face him like a god or a demon?!"

The Riddler shouted: "We represent the hidden power of the federal government. No matter how strong the human slaughter is, we are only independent individuals. How can we fight against the federation with its deep foundation and countless cards!"

Before the words fell, the magic shield with a defense power comparable to 600 mm thick uniform rolled steel armor was finally penetrated. Rick Flag, Deadshot, Harley Quinn, Bane, Vengeful Demon, Parasitic Demon, Killer Crocodile rushed into the house, tried every means, tried his best, and rushed towards Constantine.

"It's useless," Constantine pulled out a Sika cigarette from his pocket, hung it in his mouth, and said sadly, "You guys are too weak."

Layer after layer of magic formations appeared under his feet. The burly and strong Killer Crocodile and Baine, who were as strong as steel machines, were repelled by the concussion magic power from the formation before they had time to retreat, and the clown girl who was watching on the edge , slammed into the concrete wall of the room, buried by dust and rubble.

The vengeful demon roared, and the black tattoo on his body was eroded and melted away, transforming into a majestic dragon, which spread to the back of his hand, and the ferocious dragon's mouth pointed at Constantine from afar.

A thick and long pillar of fire spewing and galloping came directly with great power, but Constantine just stretched out his left arm, his five fingers bluffing.

His arm has already been replaced by Li Ang imitating Baron Sterak's prosthetic limb. Although his output has increased greatly, if he is not careful, the doorknob and teacup handle will be twisted into pieces, and he can't even perform "self-entertainment in leisure time"—— Although his lower body is completely an artificial organ grown from a test tube, it can be completely replaced.

What this price paid for was incredible magic and physical resistance. The pillar of fire enough to melt steel could only burn Constantine's skin, but it couldn't really hurt the essence.

The revenge demon unbelievably increased the intensity of the fire pillar, but Constantine seemed impatient, and said softly: "The battle mode is on."

This body was deliberately designed by Li Ang with hundreds of thousands of thick pores on the skin of the whole body to act as a radiator in line with the purpose of "restoring the horror of the erect ape". It usually looks fine, but once it enters the fighting state.
The fierce pillar of fire let out its roar, trying to tear apart everything that stood in front of it, but the dense magic circuit on Constantine's body had already started to work, absorbing the ether energy like a fish in the water, and the surging magic power gathered to act as a heat sink. The pores of the organs expanded one after another, making the skin on the surface of the body like a torn sack leaking air everywhere, full of dense black pores that could make the occult patient commit suicide in place, which was extremely frightening.

boom!
The huge beam of light composed entirely of magic power smashed through the flames, and hit the revenge demon straight, causing the thin man to roll and fall out of the corridor, with the sound of bone fractures.

The death shooter and Rick Flagger on the side finally found the opportunity, and the modified firearm poured ammunition chains, and poured them into Constantine's head, neck, heart, and lower body.

Useless.

Constantine spread out his hands indifferently, flicked his fingertips slightly, and dozens of small light balls bombarded the two people with great force, causing them to stare, vomit blood, and pass out.

There is one left.

Constantine turned his head silently, focusing on the purple-skinned parasite, "I heard that you can absorb the life and energy of others?"

The parasite demon nodded slightly.

Constantine lowered his eyes, turned sharply in an instant, flickered in front of the parasitic demon, and grabbed his neck with one hand, "Then suck, see how much you can suck."

The vast and majestic magic power poured into the parasitic demon's body, and just as it was enjoying the unexpected delicious meal, sarcoma tentacles spread down from Constantine's chest, tightly entangled the parasitic demon's body.

Those pink tentacles had mouthparts at the tip, and there were fine fangs growing in the mouthparts. Regardless of the frightened screams of the parasitic demon, they explored and bit the parasitic demon's flesh.

In the blink of an eye, the parasitic demon was completely covered by the tentacles, wrapped into a ball, and rolled on the ground.

20 seconds, just 20 seconds, the Suicide Squad lived up to its name and perfectly completed the suicide mission.

Constantine withdrew his gaze, stepped on the glass and sawdust splashed from the dilapidated tea table, walked up to the Riddler who fell on the ground, and said softly, "Do you understand now? His power."

The Riddler nodded dully.

Constantine smiled, and there was deep despair in that smile.

"For a moment, I want to tell you his true identity." He took a drag on his cigarette, and blew a smoke ring in the mess everywhere, hiding his face in the smoke, "You know why I didn't do that Is it?"

The Riddler remained silent.

"Because." Constantine tapped his temple with his index finger, "I can't remember."

"The moment I wanted to say his name, I realized that I began to forget."

"I suddenly forgot his name, what he looked like, everything he said, and even my own name. I couldn't even answer the question 'who am I'."

"Can you imagine this feeling? It's like falling into a dark, icy pool of water, like falling into a tunnel that will never bottom out."

"This is the organ he set up for me."

Finally, Constantine finished smoking the cigarette, and indifferently pressed his withered palm on the Riddler's head, "After listening, go to hell."

After a while, Constantinto walked up to the rooftop of the hotel holding an energy shield, which contained all members of the Suicide Squad in a coma and the body of the Riddler.

On the tall building next door, Rebecca was sitting on the edge of the roof, frowning slightly, writing notes for the experiment.

When she saw Constantine, she just raised her head slightly and said calmly, "Have you caught the person in charge?"

"No, the person in charge is not in this city at all."

"The Riddler is dead."

"It's just an ordinary person without super powers, he won't mind." Constantine shrugged, "Mission complete, let's go."

(End of this chapter)