Edward Nygma is known as the Riddler not only because he likes to leave clues in crime scenes, as a mockery of Batman or the Gotham Police Department, but also because he is as incomprehensible and unpredictable as an obscure riddle.

High intelligence, neuroticism, antisocial personality, and lack of moral sense of nature, these seemingly lonely and domineering attributes can indeed be placed on the head of the Riddler without dispute, but this does not change that he is an ordinary person who is powerless.

A bullet, a knife, a tube of poison can easily take away his life, effortlessly, no more than catching a pig coated with sesame oil.

At this moment, the Riddler is sitting on a couch in a hotel suite, looking out the window with some restlessness, looking at the neon-lit night above the city.

"There are six bugs in this room, one under a ceramic vase, one in a sofa cushion, one in a chandelier tube, one in a bathroom vent, one in a bedside alarm clock, and behind a television case."

His gaze swept over every corner of the room, muttering to himself in a slight voice, sticking his thumb into his mouth, biting his fingernails back and forth with his tiny front teeth, making a clicking sound, "In addition, there are a total of seven miniature surveillance cameras placed in various dark corners..."

"Don't squeak, sit down." Rick Fleg, as the team leader, instructed through the communication headset, "The target will come at any time, and you need to be calm." ”

Sedation? Town you lungs!

The muscles on the Riddler's face twitched, he was able to mix in Gotham for so long as an ordinary person with a mortal body, one is because his IQ is indeed high enough to play 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 ripe to escape from prison, he will still be a good man who will cause trouble to Gotham.

But it's different! Not to mention Batman, even a gangster family, a hydra, if you say kill everything, you will kill everything, the blood is flowing, the heads are rolling, and there is no one left.

And the Owl Court, the League of Assassins, and the Death Knell who followed up to find fault with these people were even worse, they didn't even find their bodies, and one of them was all evaporated from the world, maybe they were being imprisoned in some dark corner now, and they were tortured and abused day and night....

The Riddler swallowed, if he hadn't been afraid of the remote-controlled bomb at the back of his neck, he would have fled in panic.

"Rest assured, we can all see you," Rick Flegg commanded in a tone that was not caring, "as long as the Massacre enters the cordon and you delay a while to confirm his identity, we can rush up from different corners of the hotel, capture him, and even kill him on the spot." ”

"I hope so...."The Riddler licked his chapped lips and placed his question-mark palms on his knees, striking the ground back and forth with the soles of his feet.

Suddenly, the lights in the bathroom of the hotel suite were cold, and the flushing of the toilet was heard suddenly, drowning out the sound of the sink faucet.

The Riddler hurriedly turned around, only to see a man wearing a mug and a cloak shaking his wet hands, pushing open the glass door of the bathroom and swaggering out.

"Good evening," said the cloaked man hoarsely, "can you take out the palm of your right hand that is secretly under your butt and holds the 9mm pistol?" ”

"You're a human slaughterer, aren't you?" The Riddler did so, holding the trigger with one finger and dropping the pistol out of the corner of the suite, "How did you see that?" ”

The cloaked man took off his mask, revealing the face of an emaciated man, and he smiled and pointed to his left eye, "Do you need to ask?" With your eyes. ”

The cloaked man, or Constantine's left eye, was spinning wildly, like a self-aware part, his pitch-black pupils suddenly dilated, covering the entire iris, and countless twisted tendons spread around the eye sockets, which looked extremely terrifying.

At the same time, Konstantin flicked his finger, and a line of extremely subtle fluorescent small words appeared an inch before the tip of the Riddler's nose.

"Stay silent, keep talking, she can see us."

She? Is it a woman?

The Riddler's mind was in a hurry, why was the person who came Constantine, and who was the "she" referred to in this line of text? Is it a human slaughter?

"I've heard that you have some information for me," said Konstantin without changing his face, "Now, say it." ”

The Riddler took a deep breath, since the other party didn't make the first move, then he continued to act according to the script, "I know through some internal reports, I know that a classified department under the CIA has sent a task force, I can tell you the composition of this task force, but you must promise me a request." ”

"What a request."

"Let me join you." The Riddler read the best line from the script, "Batman is dead, and no one in Gotham City can stand up to you, this is the best stage for me to show my talents." ”

"Interesting," Konstantin said indifferently, "you go on, I'm listening." ”

At the same time, he waved his fingers differently and conjured up another line of fluorescent text on the tip of the riddler's nose, "Go and close the curtains." ”

The Riddler frowned slightly, and when the fluorescent words had dissipated, he naturally got up, walked to the window, and closed the curtains.

What exactly does he want to do?

The Riddler already had a vague conjecture in his heart, and Konstantin's subsequent actions proved this conjecture.

Constantine took advantage of the moment the curtain was drawn, his palm suddenly sealed, and an esoteric and profound magic circle appeared in the center of the suite, and the invisible and formless energy ripples spread and spread, destroying all the eavesdroppers, monitors, and even the communication headsets in the ears of the riddler.

The effect of the energy ripple does not stop there, it fits tightly to the walls, floors, and ceilings of the room, forming a shield that is as strong as 600 mm thick homogeneous rolled steel armor.

"I used the circle to create temporary illusions to confuse them." Konstantin hurriedly shouted, "The circle can only last for 1 minute and 20 seconds. ”

The Riddler's stomach was filled with countless doubts, and he asked like a cannon, "You were taken hostage by someone?" Who is she you just talking about? ”

Konstantin replied in a deep voice: "This time it is not only me, but also another person Tu's subordinate, she is on the rooftop of this hotel, and the formation I just cast can only simulate the illusion that we are still talking normally, temporarily paralyzing her." ”

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

"It depends on how much power you have," Konstantin said sinisterly, "I don't care what task force you're representing lurking in those corners of this hotel, I just want to know if you have the ability to kill people." ”

The Riddler suddenly realized that the moment he saw Konstantin, he understood that the other party was just like himself, a cunning, shrewd, sinister and vicious intelligent man.

And the most unbearable thing for smart people is to be controlled by others, and life and death are not controlled by themselves.

The Riddler secretly said in his heart, it turned out that Konstantin came this time, I am afraid that he was ready to wait for the price to sell, if in the other party's evaluation, the suicide squad does not have the ability to kill people, I am afraid that he will kill the Riddler and destroy the corpse.

And if the staffing of the suicide team can complete the task of killing and slaughtering, then Konstantin will not hesitate to turn the spearhead, betray the intelligence, and help the suicide team attack the massacre.

Either killed by a remote-controlled bomb on the back of his neck or strangled by Konstantin in front of him, the Riddler had never felt death so close, the door of the gloomy crypt seemed to be open, and countless bloodthirsty flies and insects were gearing up, ready to lick the blood with their tubular mouthparts.

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 the superpowered criminals as much as possible under the premise of reasonableness.

When the time of 1 minute and 20 seconds was up, Konstantin hung his head, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he was silent, and the magic circle in his hand gradually dissipated, and the sense of exposure that was being peeped at by the public was re-revealed.

The Riddler, on the other hand, stood in place in trepidation, the fluff of his beard above his lips swaying slightly as his breath disturbed.

Finally Konstantin raised his head, opened his eyes, and tore the skin of his arm alive in the horrified eyes of the Riddler.

Under the skin of Konstantin's arm, there is not a blur of flesh and blood, but a layer of metallic steel, and there are dense fluorescent pipes arranged in it, which looks very similar to Baron Straker's "Satanic Claws".

"You know what?" Konstantin said expressionlessly: "In the spirit state, I watched him cultivate the artificial organs of the brain, bones, and internal organs from the culture container, and piece together this body little by little, which is a mixture of mechanical, occult, Norse god patterns, and even oriental magic.

My eyes have been completely replaced with biochemical materials, which are engraved with magic circuits, which not only have the functions of distinguishing temperature, telephoto, night vision, and perspective, but also can directly see the traces of aether flowing in the air, and can even automatically deduce the optimal solution of the aether arrangement when simulating the spell. ”

He stretched out his palm and pulled out the eyeball from the eye socket, the globulous object was not stained with much blood, but the nerves attached to the back of the eye were fluorescent, which looked extremely strange.

"I am a proud person, I value freedom more than anything else, and I absolutely do not want to live in a cramped and dark basement, living a life of fear of being dissected and transformed." Konstantin said as he covered his skin and tucked his eyes back, "But, I'm afraid. ”

Upstairs, downstairs, and in the hallways of the suite, there was a loud noise, and the Riddler knew that it was the members of the suicide squad who were trying to break through the shields laid by Konstantin.

"I'm afraid of him, you know?" Konstantin adjusted the position of his eyeballs back and forth, and said lightly: "When I first met him, he was just a puppet who broke magic by brute force, but since I handed him the occult materials, he has been getting stronger every day.

Those ancient texts, which are as complex and obscure as the books of heaven and prohibitively prohibitive, have become nourishment in front of him, knowledge is integrated, information is collected, and the power system of different roots is as smooth as a silk silk around his fingers in his hands, and he is allowed to control and comprehend it. ”

A look of despair gradually appeared on the Riddler's face, and he trembled and retreated, but Konstantin did not give up, his facial expression became more and more hideous, and he said softly: "Your so-called task force, even the magic shield I arranged can't penetrate it instantly, just rely on you, you want to face him?" Facing him like a god and a demon?! ”

The Riddler shouted: "We represent the hidden power of the federal government, no matter how strong the human slaughter is, it is only an independent individual, how can it be possible to fight against the Federation with profound heritage and countless hole cards!" ”

Before the words fell, the layer of homogeneous rolled steel armor with a defensive power comparable to 600 mm thick was finally penetrated, and Rick Flleg, Death Shooter, Harley Harley Quinn, Bane, Vengeful Demon, Parasite, and Killer Crocodile rushed into the house, each using all means and everything they had learned, and rushed towards Konstantin.

"It's useless," Konstantin said, pulling a silk card cigarette from his pocket, hanging it in his mouth, "you guys, too weak." ”

One magic array after another appeared at his feet, and the burly and sturdy killer crocodile and Bane who were comparable to steel machines had no time to retreat before they were repelled by the concussive magic from the array, and together with the harley quinn who was watching from the edge, they smashed into the concrete walls of the room, buried in dust and rubble.

The vengeful demon roared, and the inky tattoo on his body melted away, transforming into a fierce dragon that spread to the back of his hand, and the monstrous dragon's mouth was aimed at Konstantin.

A thick pillar of fire spurted and galloped straight at Xuanhe with all his might, and Konstantin only stretched out his left arm, his fingers bluffed.

His arm had long since been replaced by Leon's prosthetic leg modeled on Baron Straker's, and although his output was greatly increased, he would accidentally twist the doorknob and teacup handle to shreds, and even "self-entertainment in leisure time" could not be carried out - although the lower half of his body was completely an artificial organ cultivated from a test tube, and could be replaced.

In exchange for this price, it is incredibly strong magic and physical resistance, and the pillar of fire that is enough to melt steel can only scorch the skin of Konstantin's body, but cannot really harm the essence.

The Vengeful Demon increased the intensity of the jet of fire in disbelief, but Konstantin, as if impatient, whispered, "Battle mode is on." ”

This body was deliberately designed by Li Ang in line with the purpose of "restoring the terrifying Homo erectus", and deliberately designed hundreds of thousands of coarse pores on the skin around the body to act as a radiator......

The Pillar of Fire roared and wanted to tear apart everything that stood in its way, but the dense magic circuits on Konstantin's body had already begun to work, absorbing the ether energy like a fish, and the surging magic energy gathered, and the pores that acted as radiators expanded one after another, making the skin on the surface of the body like a broken sack leaking everywhere, full of dense pitch-black holes that could make the Secret Fear patient kill himself on the spot, which was extremely terrifying.

Rumble!

A huge pillar of light, made entirely of magic, burst through the flames and slammed straight into the vengeful demon, causing the skinny man to tumble out of the hallway, the sound of clear fractures.

The Death Shooter and Rick Flegg on the side finally found an opportunity, and the modified firearm poured bullet chains into Constantine's head, neck, heart, and lower body.

Useless.

Konstantin spread his hands painlessly, his fingertips flicked slightly, and dozens of small balls of light slammed into the two of them, making them stare and vomit blood, and faint.

There is one left.

Konstantin silently turned his head and focused his gaze on the parasite with purple skin, "I heard that you can drain other people's life and energy?" ”

The parasite nodded slightly.

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

The vast and majestic magic poured into the parasitic demon's body, and just as it was enjoying its sudden meal, sarcoma tentacles spread down from Konstantin's chest, firmly entangled the parasitic demon's body.

The pink tentacles were topped with mouthparts, and their mouthparts were covered with finely packed fangs, exploring and biting at the parasite's flesh despite the parasite's terrified screams.

In the blink of an eye, the parasite was completely covered in tentacles, wrapped in a ball, and tumbled to the ground.

Twenty seconds, just twenty seconds, the suicide squad is aptly named, and the suicide mission is perfectly accomplished.

Konstantin retracted his gaze, stepped on the glass and sawdust from the broken coffee table, walked up to the riddler who had fallen to the ground, and said softly, "Now you understand?" His power. ”

The Riddler nodded sluggishly.

Konstantin smiled, and that smile contained a deep despair.

"For a moment, I wanted to tell you who he really was." He took a drag on his cigarette and spat out a smoke ring in the mess, hiding his face in the smoke, "Do you know why I didn't do that?" ”

The Riddler was silent.

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

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

"I suddenly forgot his name, I forgot what he looked like, I forgot everything he said, I started to forget even my own name, I couldn't even answer the question of 'who am I?'"

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

"That's what he set up for me."

Finally, Konstantin finished his cigarette, and he indifferently pressed his scorched palm to the Riddler's head, "Listen to it, go and die." ”

Moments later, Konstantin walked up to the hotel rooftop with an energy shield containing all the members of the unconscious suicide squad and the body of the Riddler.

On the tall building next door, Rebecca sat on the edge of the rooftop, frowning slightly, writing notes from the experiment.

When she saw Konstantin, she just raised her head slightly, and said indifferently: "Have you caught the person in charge?" ”

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

"The Riddler is dead."

"It's just an ordinary person with no superpowers, he won't mind." Konstantin shrugged his shoulders, "Mission accomplished, let's go." ”