Ultimate Assassin: Start as the sixth floor in the Continental Hotel

"what?"

Nygma frowned. He really couldn't understand what this guy who looked like a blood dragon was talking about. When Nygma was confused, the "writer" gently raised his right hand, and the dark green light Bits and pieces emerged, condensing on his outstretched index finger, and gradually evolved into a... mask.

The dark green mask is made of wood and looks very simple.

"This is the power you use in another world. You can call him... the modern sage The Mask." "The Writer" smiled slightly, "But I prefer to call him 'The Mask in Disguise'... He and Your relationship is a bit like the relationship between me and the blood dragon, homotopes from another world...or, in other words, individuals with the same appearance in different dimensions. It's just that my relationship with the blood dragon is a little more complicated, so you can understand it. .”

"My other personality has some... personal grudges with the Blood Dragon. The enemy of my enemy is my friend. I think you should be willing to accept this power and create a little trouble for the Blood Dragon for me. What do you think? Famous Mr. Riddler?"

"Ha! Do you think I will believe you? I am the Riddler! The most dangerous and smartest villain in Gotham! How could I..." Nygma sneered and rolled his eyes, but before he could finish, His body began to fall from an altitude of tens of thousands of meters, and the mask on the fingertips of the "Writer" turned into a stream of dark green light, chasing the falling Nygma. "Fuck!!! Ahhhhhhh-"

"The choice is yours, Mr. Riddler... I just gave you a chance to make a name for yourself. It's up to you whether you do it or not..." The "Writer" smiled slightly, and then turned into a mirror and looked at The self in the mirror said, "Look, I have said before that this world still has the value of existence...observer. Rather than letting this world end so hastily, it is better to sew more things in. Isn't this interesting?" "

"Look at the readers' comments on your phone. Our readers love this book very much...don't you think so?"

However, the next second, the "writer" in the mirror changed his expression, his eyes were extremely cold, and he actually made a voice in the mirror: "I admit that Chen Yan's current adventure is indeed interesting, but it is far from enough. Until now he can only see us, his power is not enough to completely break the fourth wall, you are doing something meaningless, we have tried several times!"

"Everyone deserves a second chance, or a third chance... just like the chance I gave the blood dragon, and Nygma's... even ourselves." "The Writer" narrowed his eyes and smiled slightly, "So, I think you can take a break and let me do it."

"What are you talking about? You can't do this! I am you! You can't block my observation!" The "observer" showed a shocked expression, and then roared with great anger, "You are seeking death! I have already set the ending for Chen Yan! You..."

"Shut up." The "Writer" snapped his fingers helplessly, and the mirror disappeared instantly. He said softly, "Don't worry, I will let you take action during the decisive battle, but..."

"Now, I want to see Chen Yan grow up more than you do..."

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"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

Nygma woke up with a shout. He checked his surroundings in a panic. It was a familiar safe house, and opposite was the riddle wall he had designed. He looked at the clock on the wall, and it seemed that only one minute had passed.

Everything just now was just a dream...

Although the dream was weird, and the sudden falling feeling made Nygma feel a little physically uncomfortable, he was extremely grateful that he was awake.

His heart was beating crazily, and the adrenaline generated by fear made him feel extremely awake. He gasped for air, and stood up tremblingly to go to the toilet... However, he suddenly discovered that there seemed to be someone next to the hand he was holding up. Something that's not there.

A mask.

A pair of... dark green, wooden mask.

"W...T...F..." Nygma picked up the mask that was exactly the same as in the dream with some surprise, and whispered: "Isn't it a dream..."

"What on earth is this..."

"Boom!!!"

It was snowing outside the window, and when Nygma picked up the mask, a thunder suddenly sounded!

"Fuck!"

The sound of thunder made Nygma tremble for a moment. He calmed down and carefully looked at the mask in his hand. Through the holes in the mask that represented the eyes, a strong desire suddenly surged in his heart...

He wanted to wear it.

As soon as that idea came up, it quickly occupied Nygma's brain as if a fission reaction had occurred. He turned the mask over uncontrollably with his hands and leaned it towards his face. Just as the mask was about to be put on, At that moment, the mask seemed to come to life, creating a huge attraction!

"what?!"

Following another explosion of thunder, the mask stuck to Nygma's face like a parasite in a movie and began to squirm crazily! It clung tightly to Nygma's entire head! Along with the continuous thunder and lightning, Nygma let out a shrill cry!

"Ahhhhh!!!"

light.

Dark green light!

The light instantly filled the entire room! And Nygma's body moved involuntarily, turning into a... green whirlwind! ! !

"Tiantantantantan..."

"Ssssmokin(so cool)!"

After the miserable cry, there was an extremely refreshing roar!

Wearing a dark green suit and a dark green wide-brimmed hat, the black question marks representing the Riddler have all disappeared. Nygma's entire head has turned into a green bald head, and he only feels freedom at this moment, incomparable. free!

He felt that he was full of Paiwa now! ! !

“Somebody Stop Me Labor and management are unstoppable!!! ”

The Riddler Super Evolves! ! !

The modern saint! ! !

Wuhu! ! !

No way, who made him look exactly like my favorite comedy master, Mr. Jim Carrey?

Nygma instantly transformed into a green whirlwind and rushed out of the safe house. The huge wind pressure completely tore up the riddle notes on the wall and scattered them all over the floor. In less than three minutes, he arrived On the top floor of a house near Crime Alley, he saw Joker and the weirdo gang confronting Batman below. Nygma didn't bother to listen to what they were saying, but looked at his hands with surprise...

"It's incredible... I really have power... and the intensity of the power only depends on my imagination..." Nygma murmured, "With this power... I can finally become..."

"The most powerful villain in the history of Gotham!!!"

Putting his hands on his hips, he raised his voice to the sky. At this time, Nygma felt that the unhappiness and pressure accumulated in his heart had been swept away. His facial expression was extremely exaggerated, and he bared his big shining white teeth and said nonchalantly: "I You can beat up the stinky bat, beat up the Justice League, and even conquer the world!!!"

"Because when it comes to imagination, no one can beat me!"

"Ho ho ho ho... ho ho ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!"

A rich and exaggerated laugh sounded, and Nygma laughed heartily. Then, he glanced at Joker and Batman below, who seemed to have finished talking, and said meaningfully: "But first..."

"Oh, poor ugly little girl...let Uncle Nygma take you for a ride..."

Throwing his hands to his side and spinning his legs on the spot, Nygma transformed into a green whirlwind again and jumped out instantly!

“Wuhu!!!”