When David Cain opened his eyes, he was covered in bandages and felt like he had at least three fractures in his body, not counting the hot bridge of his nose that had collapsed. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

It took him a second or so to confirm that he was under the supervision of the FBI, and an agent in a blue suit and black tie was standing next to his bed, watching his every move with an indifferent expression.

But it did seem redundant to send someone to stare here, for not only was the prisoner now covered in a plaster cast and bandaged like a mummy, but he was also firmly chained with multiple straps with locks, making it almost impossible to move.

"Hey." Cain shook his drowsy head and said to the blue-clad agent in French, "A glass of vodka on ice, not a drink of water." ”

The agent glared at him viciously through his sunglasses: "I'm a Basque, you stupid bastard. ”

"Oh, that's good. Now, give me a glass of vodka or I'll kill you. Cain said easily in Basque.

The agent was shocked: "Do you speak Basque?" ”

"No, I'll say that in all languages."

The agent looked out of the iron window behind him, and as if to confirm that no one was there, he pulled out his gun and stepped forward.

"Fifteen years ago, a great leader of my people was struck down by a bullet, a bullet without a rifle mark, and that is your mark, David Cain." He gritted his teeth in English and said, "Maybe I'll lose my badge and lose my job, but I don't care!" Because to watch you beg me, and then kill you, that would be the most meaningful thing I have ever done in my life! ”

Cain's eyes sharpened, and he shot a killer's sharp gaze: "So I guess for the wine part, this answer is equivalent to a 'no' word, right?" ”

The annoyed agent shoved the muzzle of the gun into Cain's mouth: "You stupid, scumbag, filthy ......"

It was one of the biggest mistakes he made, and perhaps the last of his life.

Completely beyond imagination, Cain's head resting on the pillow leaned forward, and the uncanny force of his neck inexplicably snatched the gun from the agent's hand, and the metal barrel bar broke through the roof of his jaw. He flicked his head like a trick, and the pistol in his mouth was thrown out with a trail of blood in an arc, and he rolled twice in the air in a volley, so accurate that it rolled down his right arm and into his hand as if he were cheating.

In the disbelief on the agent's face, the gunshots rang out, and the bullet pierced his shoulder blade, knocking him to his back and rolling down the edge of the bed.

Soon there was the sound of footsteps outside.

Cain waited quietly for about ten seconds, and then suddenly fired a shot at the door. There was a scream, blood splashed on the windows of the iron gate, and then the sound of falling to the ground was heard outside.

The agents all felt like they had seen a ghost, and what Cain was doing now was simply a fantasy. It was as if he had some kind of perceptual superpower that could pinpoint everyone behind that door, and he shot everyone down.

And from beginning to end, no one got the opportunity to even glance out of the window, so no one saw that this guy was actually tied to the bed with five flowers, and he used his wrist to adjust the direction and angle of the shot, otherwise the shock would be stronger.

Stupidity, with just a damn glass of wine, all this could have been avoided. Cain sneered inwardly.

There didn't seem to be a handful of agents stationed here, and Cain had already left them all down and stood up before more reinforcements arrived.

He stomped on the Basque agent who had made the mistake in the first place, and pointed a gun at the man's forehead.

"Now, boy, I guess you've searched my house." Cain said in a nonchalistic tone, "I'm not interested in those guns or anything, and you can even keep those wines for yourself." But now I want you to tell me, where did you get me with the tape? ”

The agent gritted his teeth and snorted coldly, as if to mean that "I don't plan to say anything about the death."

"Okay, then let's see how hard your bones are."

"Bang", the gunfire rang out again, and the bullet sank into the kneecap of the poor creature.

The young man couldn't help but howl miserably, sweating like rain. He finally couldn't hold back and confessed: "Those are all evidence, and they have been sent to the Federation's new forensic laboratory in Gotham!" ”

An hour later, David Cain had changed into the suit of the least bloodstained agent he had found in the hallway, took the guy's badge with him, pushed open the revolving glass door and entered the lobby of the forensic laboratory.

Cain's eagle-like eyes swept across the hall, taking in every detail and calculating in his heart.

The killer's brain spun quickly. First of all, the first thing to get done is the two on the side of the check-in counter on the left, and then the three who are chatting in their trouser pockets in front of the bonsai. Then rushing into the lift, avoiding the camera, is a piece of cake, not much harder than snatching the pacifier from the baby's hand.

But when his pistol was already halfway out of his jacket pocket, the movement froze suddenly.

Wait, this is Gotham, hell, you can't kill. The bones that had just been broken by some hateful imp were starting to ache again.

Take it easy, Cain, it won't be difficult. How easy is it to take a keycard from any fool, sneak into the elevator, find the evidence room, and take the videotape with you? What could be the problem?

Although he thought so in his heart, when the two agents in the elevator took the initiative to talk to him, he almost didn't get nervous and pulled out his gun directly.

He flipped through the sack full of videotapes in the unsorted mess of the evidence room, and before he could cheer for the victory, he had another change.

"Hey! No one should be here right now! The man on duty shouted at him.

Cain turned around and raised his hands: "I'm sorry, I'm just ......"

"Ouch! It's you! David Cain, the wanted killer! Hurry up ......"

Before the watchman could finish the second half of his sentence, Cain had already kicked him in the face, scolding himself for being so unlucky.

A shrill siren sounded, and it seemed that the man on duty had another partner. With little time left, Cain jumped out of the window of the building with the sack on his back, and landed on top of the building opposite.

He turned and gestured his middle finger toward the building.

But he had only been triumphant for half a second, and a strong fist landed on half of his cheek.

Kassandra, dressed in a tight black suit, was standing in front of him, clenching her fists.

Cain was stunned, and the moment he met her, his tongue seemed to be knotted, and he didn't know what to say.

"I ...... I was about to leave, I ...... I didn't kill anyone this time......"

Kassandra didn't listen to him at all, and threw him to the ground with another punch.

Then she noticed the sack that Cain had stolen with all his might.

Kassandra crouched down, untied the bag, and pulled open the film. She saw herself ten years ago, and smiled brightly at the man who had once been her father.

She was also stunned.

Was it all that important to him?

"Please, don't take them......" Cain whispered, "...... That's all I have. ”

Kassandra tilted her head in thought, retied the bag, and handed it back to Cain.

"Thank you."

Cain took the bag, slung it on his back, gave her one last meaningful look, and leaped off the roof.

Kassandra stood on the edge of the roof and waved at his back.

"Bye-bye." (To be continued.) )