[Comprehensive British and American] The life of the villain and the body of the hero

Nygma took the two children to his temporary place, and he has already contacted his own private jet. He will leave here tonight and go to his secret base, where he will train his students.

Riddler is a person who likes to enjoy material things. He likes good food, wine and beautiful women. Of course, you can also call the last item lustful.Because of his lust, this high-intelligence criminal has suffered a lot from Catwoman and Poison Ivy.

"My field of research involves all levels." Nygma raised his goblet and talked to the children.This is another problem with him - keen to show off.

He took out a palm-sized black remote control from his pocket and pressed it in the direction of the wall.A blue light screen floated in the air, and six squares appeared after entering the password.

James and Red sat on the sofa holding a glass of iced juice, watching Nygma show them and show off his great masterpiece with wide eyes. With Nygma's gestures, the content on the light screen kept changing .

"Intelligence has cost me a lot of money and effort, but it is worth it. Children, the first thing I want to tell you is that no matter how intelligent you are, you will be at a disadvantage without intelligence. And as long as Once you have information about one person and a little bit of wisdom, you can hold that person in your palm; as long as you have information about a circle and a little more wisdom, you can hold this group of people in your hands.” Ni Gema took advantage of the opportunity to open a document of a dignitary.

The female politician in the photo is about 50 years old, and the intelligence has written her family, career and experience in detail, even her special hobbies, and of course her shady political activities.

"With these, you can make her do anything for you. She wants to protect her reputation and career so much, but she also loves her son so much, but..." Nygma revealed a sarcasm Smile: "Her son was not born with her beloved husband as she said. The biological father of this young man, oh, is just a street boy."

"What is a street boy?" asked the simple and studious Rhett.

To be honest, James didn't know the meaning of the word, but he was a little smarter than Rhett.Nygma's expression told him that this was definitely not a good word.So he said decisively: "No, we don't need to know this, you continue."

Nygma smiled meaningfully, but listened to what James said, and did not continue to explain, but opened the second module: "Although I still believe that human intelligence is the most critical and determines success or failure, but there are Sometimes some good equipment will make you do things more handy. For example, the bat relied on the equipment to take advantage of it."

In the last sentence, he only moved his lips, and his voice was as soft as talking to himself.

"Except for some that are exclusively authorized by Riddle, most of them are obtained from various laboratories. That's why I said, mastering the information will give you a lot of convenience. This is a gene tracker, the smallest locator in the world, After letting the target drink it, these powder-sized machines will be opened under the pH value of the esophagus, and the smaller core locators will be released, and they will break through the cell wall and enter the blood. Of course, the body's own rejection reaction must be considered. This issue has not yet been resolved.”

Nygma shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly: "So the result is that the tracker is useful, but the target will die due to rejection after ten hours. Forget it, let's look at the third result. "

"Oh, the initial model of artificial intelligence from Stark's imagination, you know I had my eye on that child, but it was not very easy to start with. After all, he is the only heir to Stark Industries, but my plan ten years ago Not all fell through. That kid is a genius, and he inspired me as a child on artificial intelligence. Although I can only do artificial intelligence-like, that is, supercomputers, its practicality There is really nothing to say."

Nygma went to the sofa and squatted down, stretched out his hand and pinched James' cheek, and said seductively: "According to the theory of mechanical neurology, I can build a super brain for you, add a little authority, and you can move freely in this world." ,omnipotent."

James pouted, then shook his head and shook the Riddler's hand away. The latter stood up indifferently, turned around and opened his arms, and said in a chant-like tone: "The whole world, yes, the whole world."

"I don't know whether to call you lucky or unlucky, but my dear students, think about it. No nasty heroes will jump out to stop you, oh, the heroes are all dead, just like super It's as if all the criminals are dead." Nygma's tone was cheerful, he even said in a cheering tone.

But as for what he thinks in his heart, who knows?

Suddenly, the pre-set clock rang, and in a burst of "ding ding dong dong", two cuckoos popped out of the old-fashioned wall clock, and the spring vibrated back and forth under the impact, as if two cuckoos were flying up and down move.

"Great, it's eight o'clock, and our plane will reach the roof in half an hour. Are you ready to welcome your new life?" Nigma said to his "students" with the corners of his lips curled up.

When Bruce and Clark found Mr. Reed, Mrs. Reed was not with him.

Reid's home was surrounded by the police as a crime scene. After Mr. Reid sent his wife to a neighbor's house to rest, he followed the police to the police station to record a statement and waited for news there.

"You mean, my wife may have seen the people who kidnapped Spencer and James?" Mr. Reid couldn't help standing up excitedly, the water in the water glass in his hand splashed all over the ground, and the policeman in the distance glanced at them.

"It's just speculation." Bruce said calmly in the wheelchair.

"Then, then we should tell them." Mr. Reid looked at the busy policeman.

Bruce shook his head: "I have some judgments of my own, and I want to confirm with Mrs. Reid. If you are willing to believe me, don't let the police intervene, that will only scare the snake."

Bruce spoke very politely, but his aura made it hard to say no to him.Especially when those ice blue eyes looked at Mr. Rhett calmly and sharply, he didn't deliberately scare anyone, but just expressed his position to Mr. Rhett.

But when the former Dark Knight took a serious stand, few ordinary people would have the guts to disobey him.

"You scared him." When Mr. Rhett took the two to find his wife, Clark leaned over and said disapprovingly in Bruce's ear, "He looks..."

"I know the Riddler. Notifying the local police will only make him quicken his pace. It is never enough to catch Nygma with more people. The more people there are, the more opportunities he has to understand in advance and fish in troubled waters."

Clark sighed when he heard the words. Of course he knew that Bruce was right, but from his father's point of view, he could understand Mr. Reid's mood very well at the moment.After all, losing a child is an unspeakable pain for him.

However, among the three of them, the one who understands the pain of bereavement the most is not him...

When the three arrived at the neighbor's house, Mrs. Reed was not there. According to the neighbor, after Mrs. Reed woke up, Mr. Jenkins came to her. The two of them said a few words at the door, and she followed Jay Mr. Kens is gone.

"Jenkins, I remember their child disappeared a year ago." Bruce narrowed his eyes.

Mr. Reed nodded and said: "I remember, Riley, he was a member of my baseball team. Jenkins and our family have a good relationship. We thought Spencer would play with Riley, but since he After getting to know your family James, he seldom went to see Riley. His father always felt that his child was abducted by someone nearby, but the police didn’t find anything.”

Bruce said suddenly, "I need you to call them and tell them not to act rashly."

"What?" Mr. Rhett asked blankly.

"Tell them not to do anything," Bruce repeated patiently.

"Okay." Mr. Rhett was photographed by Bruce's faint prestige again.

However, before Mr. Reid dialed the number of his wife and friend, his mobile phone rang. The caller ID was Mrs. Reed. She was obviously incoherent when she spoke, but she finally reported the address and the name.

Gary McColl.

Although the man was part of the community, very few had seen him.Usually, this gentle and bespectacled man is very low-key, and has no intersection with the Rhett family, the Jenkins family, or the Bert family.However, this seemingly harmless man turned out to be a pedophile hiding in the ordinary community.

"Lu has been looking for his son. He heard about Spencer and came to visit. My wife told him that she saw a man who came to harass the two children, so they decided to find it themselves." Reid The husband started the car again while talking, and Bruce and Clark sat in the back seat, listening to the sound of the man almost collapsing.

It's a difficult day for any normal man.

"Why can't they go to the police first, why... oh!" He banged his hands hard on the steering wheel.Mr. Rhett had a premonition, because Mrs. Rhett's voice was too flustered.He knew his wife, something irreparable must have happened, something terribly frightening to her.

Mr. Reed's premonition was correct. When the three of them rushed to their destination for the third time tonight, they saw a bloody, panic-stricken Mrs. Reed running out of the house with a dazed expression, and plunged into her husband's house. in the arms.

Behind her was a haggard and angry middle-aged man, holding a bloody baseball bat in his hand.

"What happened, dear? Well, Lu?" Mr. Rhett hugged his wife and questioned the two of them.

Mr. Jenkins shook his head and tried to explain, "I don't want that, but that bastard! That bloody bastard killed my son. His shoes were left in front of the washing machine and Riley was supposed to be out practicing with us that day. Baseball."

"What are you talking about, Lou? What have you done to him?" Mr. Rhett wondered.

Mr. Jenkins pursed his lips and made way for everyone.As they entered, Mrs. Rhett let out another sharp sob, and buried her head in her husband's arms to avoid the body.

That's right, corpses.

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