[Comprehensive British and American] HE saves the world

—Who is the one who hates Lex Luthor the most?

"Superman?" Harvey Bullock replied reflexively.

Indeed, according to common sense, if someone has been trying to kill you for ten years, and spends almost his whole life on how to kill you, he even bombed his own city and made a lot of things. When controlling a monster... it's perfectly normal for you to want to kill him.

but……

"Not Superman," whispered Aaron Hotchner.

Superman, the god of the world.He has many divine powers that mortals do not possess. In this world, it is easy for him to kill anyone.

Detective Bullock twitched the corners of his mouth, as if he had thought of something, and there was a bit of sarcasm in his smile.

"Also, if Superman did it, he'd only have to do it when Luthor blah blah blah blah blah in front of tens of thousands of people for the campaign (Chief Gordon coughs)—sorry Jim, I know, wording— —He just needs to put a hot eye on Luthor's head when he is speaking in public, and then..." Detective Bullock spread his hands and uttered a vivid onomatopoeia, "BOOM~"

No one laughed, much less applauded, at Detective Bullock's embarrassing comedy performance.So Detective Bullock had to shrug his shoulders and make things up for himself.

"Okay. Since Luthor survived until he was killed by Killer in Scarlet, it wasn't Superman who wanted him dead the most. Superman supporters, maybe? You know, like one of those extreme madmen Believers or something? Given how many people are shouting 'Messiah' or 'God' at Superman?"

"No, if it's fanatics outraged that their gods have been offended, they'll treat it more like a religious ceremony. And put a Superman logo on it so everyone knows who it's for made."

Derek Morgan frowned, tapping his upper lip with the end of his pen.

"...and our unknown suspect did not show this kind of religious fanaticism. There was strong hatred in the way he handled Luther's body, but he didn't torture Luther's body too much. The unknown suspect had a lot of time to clean up the scene And leave that line of blood on the premise."

"And, don't call him 'Scarlet', officer, there's a lot of research showing that giving serial killers a code name can fuel their narcissism, that seeing the panic they trigger satisfies their desire to be watched, Some serial killers even increase the frequency and violence of their own crimes in order to provoke the police and increase their news topicality, and may also encourage copycats..."

A series of dizzying data papers came out of Spencer Reed's mouth quickly and urgently. It was not until Morgan gave him a light kick that Reed reacted abruptly.He opened his mouth and scratched his short hair and the back of his neck in embarrassment.

"Well... I mean..." He slumped his shoulders, "It's better not to call these serial killers by code names."

"Thank you for your suggestion, kid." Detective Bullock curled his lips, took off his hat and stroked his greasy hair with his hands, "Let me tell you, let's not bother to give those lunatics in Arkham next time. It’s good to just call them by their names—speaking of which, what’s the name of the clown?”

"Brock." Gordon whispered.

"...Sorry." Detective Bullock paused, raised his hand and lowered the brim of his hat.

David Rossi frowned.

He thought he knew who the culprit was who kept Commissioner Gordon's daughter still lying in the intensive ward of the hospital.

"Let's go back to the previous discussion." Hodge turned the topic back calmly, "Red, who do you think is the person who wants Luthor to die the most?"

"In the beginning, I also thought that I was a supporter of Superman. I was not so fanatical, but the kind of person who regarded myself as a friend or companion of Superman...but just now I suddenly thought of another possibility."

Reid turned his head and looked at Hodge.

"I just thought, Hodge, what would you think if the serial killer went to attack your wife and son, and Superman couldn't arrive because of Luthor's attack?"

Hodge's pupils tightened silently.

Superman has always maintained a good cooperative relationship with the BAU team. He has rescued their team members from terrorists more than once, and saved their relatives from serial killers who took revenge on them more than once. — like Gideon's girlfriend, or Hodge's wife.

So, Hodge just needs to substitute a little bit... If Luthor attacked Superman that day, and Superman failed to catch up...

...Hodge didn't want to imagine any more.

"The ones who couldn't be saved," he murmured. "The ones who could have been brought back to them by Superman, but lost forever to Luthor's attack."

"Garcia, cross-comparison." Reid dialed the phone of the team of universal hacker intelligence agents, "Compare all the times when Luthor attacked Superman with all recorded crimes in Gotham. Then when searching Add the names of the second and third victims."

"OK~give me 2 minutes, let me do a magic trick for you."

Garcia's voice followed a series of clattering keyboard strikes.As the top talent in the hacker line, BAU's intelligence queen found out the answers they needed in a short time.

"BINGO! Let's see what's inside the golden egg..."

Her cheerful voice stopped abruptly.

"What's the matter, Garcia?" Rhett asked puzzled.

"Oh...I mean...Jesus..."

Garcia's voice became dry.

"The case that best meets these criteria is ... Bloody Christmas in Gotham a year ago."

Rhett's head jerked up.

"what?"

"17 first-degree murders, one of which was a live-streamed bombing."

Garcia's voice sounded like someone had stuffed a large box of shaved ice straight into her stomach, possibly with a bunch of dynamite in it.

"I'm sorry, Rhett..."

"...No, Garcia, it's not your fault."

Red took a deep breath and handed the phone to Hodge.

The BAU team leader reached out to take it, he frowned and glanced at Reed, and put the phone to his ear.

"What did you find, Garcia?"

"Remember Christmas last year, Hodge?" Garcia paused before saying, "That's the case...the case where Rhett's friend killed Miss Lampelucci."

Hodge's breathing also stopped.

— Nunnally Lampelucci.

She was not the only victim that day, but must have been the most famous.

Because she was killed by the live broadcast in full view.Before her bombing, when the murderer broke into her clinic and kidnapped her, she not only shot and killed her maid with bloody means, but also killed 4 staff members and 11 visitors in the clinic with laughing gas.

And that day, Lex Luthor attacked Superman, causing traffic paralysis throughout the city, countless economic losses...and, a considerable number of casualties.The Superman of that day was too busy saving his own city, let alone distracted by the cries for help from Gotham.

"I see." Hodge nodded, and looked at the team members and detectives around him, "I think we can start doing preliminary profiling."

And the other side.

The leaden gray clouds weighed heavily down, and the night where the stars and the moon could not be seen, even the lights on the street were extraordinarily dim in the torrential rain.

The heavy rain fell from the open door to the ground, soaking the expensive woolen carpet, and soaking the small pool of blood on the carpet, soaking it deeper and wider.

Closing the open door with one hand, the AI ​​maintained its mimicry, turned around and looked at Ada who was standing by the wall.

"I still don't understand why you go to such trouble, Missy."

"Because I know BAU, and I know Batman better."

Ada wrote the last letter E on the wall with the blood of the dead—perfect Latin handwriting, so that she would not make the simple mistake of not knowing how to write German like the American in "A Study in Scarlet".

"It's impossible not to do it to this extent... And, I want to do it."

"I still don't think Luthor is necessary," the AI ​​said, "It will only cause us trouble."

"Killing for life is justified." Ada smiled softly, "It doesn't make sense that Luthor killed so many people without paying any price. Don't tell me that Superman needs an enemy like this. I'm tired of hearing it-the Superman threat theory may not be unreasonable, but Luthor is not qualified to use other people's lives as a stepping stone to his ambitions. Superman is certainly not the messiah of this world, but Luthor is definitely not the savior of mankind .”

"You hate him for using his money and power to get away with the law."

The AI ​​uses a declarative sentence, not a question sentence.

"Yeah, like a clown."

Ada went to the window and opened it to let the rain wash away the blood from her hands.

"Tell me, everyone knows that he murdered Nunnally on purpose, why can this lawyer still give him that kind of defense? Not guilty? He doesn't know what he's doing when he's mentally ill? It was Nunnally who threatened him. The clown's survival did the clown have to kill her? Because the scarecrow's unprovoked death made the clown feel that his life was in danger, so he killed Nunnally in a state of stress-induced psychosis? The clown would think that Nunnally was a threat Her fault for going to Arkham, or the police's fault for naming Nunnally as a suspect, the Joker doesn't know what he's doing?"

Ada turned her head, looked at the corpse on the ground, and let out a mocking and cold laugh.

"Do not make jokes."

Her voice suppressed a deep, intense anger.

"He chose Christmas. He chose to bring his men. He chose the warehouse. He chose to kill everyone in the clinic. He chose to set up the petrol cans and bombs and tie Nunnally to it... He didn't Know what you're doing? Ha!"

"So you killed the lawyer, didn't you?"

A man's deep and hoarse voice came from behind Ada, and Ada's back tensed silently.

After a few seconds, she slowly turned her head and looked at the man who suddenly appeared on the window sill.

The icy rain flowed from the man's tight jaw, and Batman's gaze was colder and darker than the night outside the window.

He looked at her with the eyes of a murderer.

So Ada's eyes turned cold.

"Good evening, Batman."

But her voice became softer.

"For Nunnally's sake, let me remind you...don't look at me like that."

Otherwise, she probably wouldn't be able to guarantee...she could still restrain herself.

The author has something to say:

There is a classic American joke, what is the difference between a lawyer and a dog who are both killed by a car?The difference is that there will be brake marks in front of the dog's body.

His beautiful lawyer can really be disgusting to the point of disgust. For example, Hillary, when she defended a scumbag who sexually abused underage girls, she just poured dirty water on the victim and humiliated the victim like a slut. Victim smearing became voluntary.

Some lawyers of tomorrow were even more disgusting.