wjnovel Chapter 51 The Riddler
Chapter 51 The Riddler
Chapter 51 The Riddler (Part 2)
"Prisoner, Edward Nigma."
"You must remain completely silent. Any conversation, noise, movement, or resistance will be punished swiftly and severely. Now, in preparation for your assignment to Prison Block C, place your hands in front of you."
……
Jim Gordon is preparing to personally dress the Riddler in a straitjacket.
This is a top-of-the-line prisoner transport vehicle. In addition to its reinforced body and bulletproof glass, the doors and windows are also reinforced with metal protective materials to ensure that the prisoners being transported cannot escape.
Inside the enormous carriage, more than 20 heavily armed police officers were on guard. Each of them was wearing a bulletproof vest and carrying a rifle.
Gordon was quite certain that with such a escort, even the Riddler couldn't escape.
perhaps.
Have you talked to him?
The riddle-maker said, "Are you transferring me to Arkham in such a hurry?"
"I don't like to start with a warning," Chief Gordon said. "Let's get straight to the threat of rubber bullets."
He said to the policeman next to him:
"Make him kneel down."
The policeman next to him pointed his gun at the riddle teller.
Click click click click...
Five or six guns were pointed at the Riddler's forehead almost simultaneously, the red laser dots on his head making him look even more terrifying.
Let's play a riddle.
The riddle-maker asked, "How long will it take to escape the cage?"
"10 seconds? 15 seconds? Half a minute? An hour? Or even a lifetime?"
A chill, which Gordon found strange, crept up from the soles of his feet to his tailbone.
The answer is—
"20 seconds."
"Shut up, you..."
Jim Gordon understood what the other party was going to do, but it was already too late.
"Hey, Andrew! Hold on, don't listen to Gordon. Remember you have three kids, Maya, Caroline, and Caitlin—at Bright Community School in Conway."
Upon hearing the familiar name, the policeman's gun barrel immediately dipped slightly.
"And I've escaped from Arkham more than a dozen times, and I'll escape again. I'll find them, and I'll kill them."
"What?"
The soldier said in a low voice.
A tremendous fear gripped Chief Gordon's heart.
"Officer, you're given orders, not choices."
"Chris! Does Chief Gordon know that you've been secretly accepting bribes from Two-Face behind his back? You've also been involved in Black Mask's drug trafficking network. But you may have forgotten that Harvey Dent is a former district attorney, and district attorneys are used to collecting all kinds of criminal evidence—so here's the most interesting part."
"The evidence he collected is enough to put you in Blackgate prison for 100 years."
"And I have this evidence, dear Chris. If you don't do as I say, everything you've done will be exposed immediately—"
"Oh no, I didn't realize your colleague seemed to have overheard your nasty stories too."
"This is terrible. They all know what you did. They'll report you as soon as they get back. Do you really want to go to jail and be with the prisoners you arrested?"
Let me suggest a better solution:
What do you think of the idea of 'killing everyone present to ensure the secret remains hidden'? Of course, you'll still have to protect me, otherwise, once I die, your secret will be exposed too—"
Gordon saw Chris's gun barrel tremble twice.
"Chris, don't believe in mysteries..."
Before Gordon could finish speaking, he saw Chris point his gun at him.
"This is unbelievable."
Jim Gordon yelled, "Get his mouth shut—"
"Darryl, Jill, Christopher, Raphael, Ron, Connor, Josh..."
"It's as if I know all of you, your dear, sweet, soon-to-die family members, and your darkest, deepest, and most shameful secrets."
"It feels like this is the first time we've met."
The riddle teller said, "This is an interesting riddle."
boom!
A policeman suddenly and without warning shot his comrade in the head, and as the sound of gunfire from out-of-control individuals began to rang out, the situation was completely led into an uncontrollable chaos.
The bullet pierced through the flesh, drilled through the muscle, and stopped at the bone. Another policeman fell down without a sound. They were both professional policemen from the same system, and they knew each other's tricks.
That is... strike first!
"here we go."
"That's what the riddle-maker said."
"No, put down your gun, do you hear me?" Chief Gordon was still trying desperately to stop him, but it was all in vain.
"lay down--"
"I heard it! You heard it too, I have a *##%%@#* child!"
"I will never let a psychopath like Edward Nigma leave this car!"
"Everyone! You have to stop! Daryl, put down your weapons, right now, I'm not kidding you—"
boom!
"Who was the person you met for the first time, and also the last time?"
"Arkham Guards"
The riddle-maker lay on the ground, leisurely placing his hands behind his head.
boom! boom! boom!
The sounds of intense gunfire.
"Oh no, that's too specific. You have to be here in person."
boom!boom!
"Who is someone you've met once and never seen again?"
"A bunch of stupid cops, with bullets in their heads."
boom!
"No, I don't feel anything. It's very frustrating, which is why I had to talk to him. He just can make everything seem reasonable."
Jim Gordon knelt in the pool of blood.
"Oh God."
"Gordon, could you contact him one more time? I would be very grateful."
……
"Impossible, Joker, this is pure suicide."
The Scarecrow said, "Batman has already set a trap for you to go back. I'm not going with you. No way."
"What do you mean? No way!"
"What I mean is that the target is too small, Joker. When the two of us team up, we're supposed to destroy the whole city, not just one person."
"But this city, you good-for-nothing, belongs to him. Once we take him down, Gotham will be ours. And even for our own sake, we have to do it..."
"We can't let that out-of-towner Bane steal Batman's attention!"
"So you're just going to go over there like an idiot? I don't understand what Batman's attention means to us? How does it help the plan?"
"Give up that idea, you clown, I've had enough of your autocratic ways."
The clown's face darkened.
"You've made up your mind, is that it?"
Then, without warning, he punched the scarecrow in the face.
"You actually hit me for Batman? That's a very unwise move."
The scarecrow staggered back two steps, raising the venom of fear in its hand: "I can crush him anytime I want!"
"Hahahaha—your fear gas?" the clown laughed maniacally. "I've been waiting for that!"
(End of this chapter)