Marvel – Immortal Path

Edward Nikoma is called a riddler not only because he likes to leave clues at crime scenes as a puzzle to mock Batman or Gotham Police Department. Also because he is like an obscure riddle, incomprehensible and unpredictable.

High IQ, neuroticism, anti-social personality, and lack of morality. These seemingly lonely and domineering attributes can indeed be placed on Riddler’s head without any dispute, but this does not change him. An ordinary person without the power to bind a chicken.

A bullet, a saber, and a tube of poison can all deprive him of his life with no difficulty, effortless, no more difficult than catching a piglet smeared with sesame oil.

At this moment, the riddler was sitting on the sofa of a certain hotel suite, looking anxiously out the window, watching the night above the city illuminated by neon lights.

"There are six bugs in this room, located under the ceramic vase, in the sofa cushion, in the chandelier tube, in the bathroom vent, in the bedside alarm clock, and behind the TV cabinet."

His gaze swept across every corner of the room, muttering to himself in a slight voice, put his thumb into his mouth, and bit his fingernails with his fine front teeth, making the sound of Cracking Cracking, "apart from this , Here also a total of seven micro-surveillance cameras are placed in various dark corners..."

"Don’t speak, sit down." Rick Flag, as the squad Captain, instructed through the communication headset , "The goal will come at any time, you need to be calm."

Sedation? Take your lungs!

The muscles on Riddler’s face twitched. As an ordinary person of physical body and mortal flesh, he can stay in Gotham for so long. One is because his IQ is really high enough to beat other villains and even Batman. They all played round and round,

Secondly, Batman would not hurt the killer at all. At most, he would break a few ribs and throw him into jail-when the time was right to escape, it would still be one. For the hero of Gotham.

But people are different! Not to mention Batman, even some gangster Aristocratic Family, what Hydra, kill all if you say kill all, blood drifts, heads are rolling, there is no one left.

The Owl Court, the Assassin Alliance, and the Death Knell who followed to find faults were even more miserable. They didn’t even find their bodies. Each one of them disappeared from the face of the earth. Maybe they were imprisoned now. In a dark corner, being tortured day and night...

The riddler swallowed saliva and said, if not afraid of the remote-controlled bomb on the back of his neck, he had been scared witless long ago and fled in panic.

"Be at ease, we can all see you," Rick Flagg instructed in an uncaring tone: "As long as a person enters the alert area, you delay for a while to confirm his identity, we You can swarm up from different corners of the hotel, capture it, and even kill it on the spot."

"I hope..." The riddler licked his chapped lips and put the question mark on the palm of his hand. Placed on the knees, hitting the ground with the soles of the feet.

Suddenly, the light in the bathroom of the hotel suite was cold, and the sound of flushing from the toilet was heard abruptly, drowning the sound of the sink faucet.

The riddler hurriedly turned his head, but saw a man wearing a nuo face and a cloak, shaking his hands with wet hands, pushing open the bathroom glass door, and stumbling out.

"Good evening," the man in the cloak said hoarsely: "Can you take out the palm of the right hand that is sneaking under your butt and holding a 9mm pistol?"

"You It’s the human slaughter, right?" The riddler obediently and honestly did it, dangling the trigger with one finger, and threw the pistol off the corner of the suite, "How did you see it?"

The man in the cloak took off his mask, Showing the face of a haggard man, he smiled and pointed to his left eye, "I need to ask? Use eyes."

The man in the cloak, or Constantine’s left eye is spinning wildly, Like a self-aware component, the dark pupils suddenly expanded, covering the entire iris, and countless discriminating veins spread around the eye sockets, which looked extremely shocking.

At the same time, Constantine flicked his finger, and a line of extremely small fluorescent characters appeared an inch before the tip of the riddler's nose.

"Stop talking, keep talking, she can see us."

She? Is a woman?

The riddler's mind has turned sharply. Why is Constantine the one who came, and who is "she" in this line of text? Is it a human slaughter?

"I heard you have some information to tell me," Constantine face doesn't change and said: "Now, let's talk."

The riddler took a deep breath Since the other party did not act immediately, he continued to play according to the script. "I know through some internal reports that Sect, a confidential department under the CIA, has dispatched a special task squad. I can tell you about this special task squad. Member configuration, but you must agree to a request from me."

"What is the request."

"Let me join you." Riddler reads the best lines designed by the script Going on, "Batman is dead. No one in this Gotham City can resist your progress. This is the best stage for me to display my talents."

"Interesting," Constantine Indifferently said: "You continue to speak, I am listening."

At the same time, he waved his fingers with a different look, and another line of fluorescent characters appeared on the tip of the riddler's nose, "Go and draw the curtains."

The riddler frowned slightly, waited until the fluorescent characters dissipated, got up naturally, walked to the window and closed the curtain.

What exactly does he want to do?

The riddler already had a vague conjecture in his heart, and the subsequent actions of Constantine proved this conjecture.

The moment Constantine took advantage of the moment the curtain was closed, the palm of his hand slammed, and a mysterious and profound array appeared in the center of the suite. The invisible and invisible energy ripples spread and spread. The monitors and even the communication headsets in the ears of the riddles were all destroyed.

The effect of energy ripples does not stop there. It fits closely on the walls, floors, and ceilings of the room. The shield composed of defensive power is comparable to 600 mm thick uniform rolled steel armor.

"I used the array to create temporary illusions to confuse them." Constantine hurriedly shouted: "The array can only last for 1 minute and 20 seconds."

There are countless doubts in the riddler's stomach, and he asks like a bullet: "You were kidnapped by someone? Who is she that you just mentioned?"

Constantin replied in a deep voice Said: "This time it is not only me, but also another person from Tuan Tu. She is on the rooftop of this hotel. The Formation I just performed can only simulate the illusion that we are still talking normally, temporarily paralyzing her. "

The riddler gritted his teeth and narrowed his eyes into a gap. "What do you want?"

"It depends on how much power you have," Constantine said grimly "I don’t care what task force you represent is 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 he was here. As soon as I saw Constantine, I realized that the other party was just like oneself, a cunning, smart, sinister, vicious and clever person.

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

The riddler secretly said in one's heart, it turns out that Constantine came here this time, I am afraid he is ready 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, destroy the corpse and evidence.

And if the staffing of the suicide squad can complete the Quest of killing the massacre, then Constantine will also turn around without the slightest hesitation, turn the spearhead, and betray the intelligence while helping the suicide squad attack people. Tu.

Either he was killed by a remote-controlled bomb at the back of his neck, or he was strangled by Constantine in front of him. The Riddler had never felt Death so close. The door of the dark tomb seemed to be open, and countless bloodthirsty flies The worm is gearing up and preparing to lick the blood plasma with its tubular mouthparts.

He took a deep breath and described the staffing of the suicide squad in the fastest tone of his life, and as far as possible under reasonable premises, he exaggerated the personal strength of those superpower criminals.

At the time of 1 minute and 20 seconds, Constantine lowered his head, eyes slightly narrowed, silent, while the array in his hand gradually dissipated, and the sense of exposure that was just and honorable peeped was reappeared.

The Riddler stood restless on the spot, and the beard and hair on his lips were disturbed by breathing and swayed slightly.

Finally Constantine raised his head and opened his eyes. In the horrified eyes of the riddler, he tore the skin on oneself's arm.

Under the skin of Constantine’s arm, it’s not fuzzy flesh and blood, but a layer of metallic steel, in which there are densely arranged fluorescent tubes, which look very similar to Baron Strucker’s. "Satan's Claws".

"Do you know?" Constantine said blankly: "I was in the Spirit Physique state, watching him grow artificial organs such as brain, skeleton and internal organs from the culture vessel. There is nothing, little by little pieced together this body that is a mixture of mechanical, mysticism, Nordic divine rune and even oriental magic.

My eyes are completely replaced by biochemical materials, engraved with magic. The circuit not only has the functions of distinguishing temperature, telephoto, night vision, and perspective, but also can directly see the traces of Ether flowing in the air, and can even automatically deduct the optimal solution of the Ether arrangement when simulating the cast of the spell."

He stretched out his take action palm and pulled out the eyeballs from the sockets. There was not much blood stained on the ball-shaped objects. Instead, the nerves attached to the eyeballs glowed with fluorescence, which looked very strange.

"I am an arrogant person. I think freedom is more important than anything else. I definitely don't want to live in a narrow and dark basement, living a life of fear and fear of being transformed by Dissection." Constantine was talking, covering his skin and tucking his eyes back, "But, I'm afraid."

There were loud noises upstairs, downstairs, and in the corridors of the suite. The riddler knew that this was the members of the suicide squad who were trying their best to break through the array shield under Constantin cloth.

"I'm afraid of him, do you know?" Constantine adjusted the position of his eyeballs back and forth, and Feng Danyun said lightly: "When I first met him, he was just a leaning Brute force defeats the magical man, but since I handed him the mysticism information, he has become stronger every day.

Those complicated and obscure are as prohibitive as Heavenly Book and vast as the open sea. The ancient classics became nourishment in front of him, knowledge was integrated, information was collected, and the power system of different roots was as soft as silk and silk in his hands. Let him control it, Full Mastery."

A look of despair gradually appeared on the face of the riddler. He stepped back trembling with fear, but Constantine was reluctant, his facial expression became more and more ferocious, and he whispered: "Your so-called special squad, even I arranged The magic shield under the lower can’t be penetrated instantly. It’s up to you to want to face him? Face him who is like a god and a devil?!"

The riddler shouted: "We represent the federal government No matter how strong the human is, it is only an independent individual. How can it be possible to fight against the confederation with deep heritage and countless trump cards!" The mana shield of the rolled steel armor was finally penetrated. Rick Flagger, Death Archer, Harley Quinn, Baine, Vengeance Demon, Parasite Demon, and Killer Crocodile rushed into the house, using their own methods and doing their best to learn, moved towards Constantine rushed.

"It's useless," Constantine pulled out a silk card cigarette from his pocket, hung it in his mouth, and said miserably: "You guys, too weak."

An array of demon images appeared under his feet. The burly and robust killer crocodile and Baine, who were comparable to steel machinery, were repelled by the concussive magic power from the formation diagram before they could retreat. Together with the clown girl who was watching on the edge, he crashed. It hit the concrete wall of the room and was buried by dust and gravel.

The vengeful demon roared, and the ink tattoo on his body was eroded away, turned into a magnificent dragon, spreading to the back of his hand, and the fierce dragon's mouth was pointed at Constantine.

A thick, long and galloping pillar of fire came directly with the mighty power, but Constantine just stretched out his left arm and bluffed his five fingers.

His arm has already been replaced by Li Ang imitating Baron Strucker’s prosthetic arm. Although the effort has been greatly increased, he accidentally twists the doorknob and teacup handle into pieces, even "self-entertainment in leisure time" Can't do it-although his lower body is entirely an artificial organ grown from a test tube, it can be replaced.

This price is in exchange for incredible magic and physical resistance. The pillar of fire that can melt steel can only scorch Constantine’s skin, but it can’t really hurt him. To the essence.

The vengeance demon unbelievably increased the intensity of the jet of fire, but Constantine seemed impatient, and said softly: "The combat mode is on."

In line with the purpose of "restore the terrifying upright ape", Ang deliberately designed hundreds of thousands of large pores on the skin of his body to act as a radiator. It usually looks good, once it enters a state of combat...

The Pillar of Fiery Fire vented and roared, trying to tear up everything that was blocking the front. However, the dense magic circuit on Constantine has already begun work. It is exhausted and fishy, ​​absorbing Ether energy, and surging magic power gathers. The pores that acted as the radiator expanded, making the skin on the body look like a torn sacks leaking air everywhere, full of dense dark pores that can make the panic-terrorist patient suicide in place, which is extremely frightening.

bang!

The huge light beam composed entirely of magic bursts the flames and blasted straight on the vengeful demon, causing the thin little man to roll and fall out of the corridor, with a clear sound of fractures. .

The Death shooter and Rick Flagger on the side finally found a chance. The modified firearms poured out their bullet chains and filled the vitals of Constantine's head, neck, heart, and lower body.

Useless.

Constantin spread out his hands painlessly, his fingertips slightly flicked, dozens of small balls of light wrapped around these two people, making them vomit blood and fainted. .

There is one left.

Constantin turned his head silently and focused his attention on the parasitic demon with purple skin, "I heard that you can absorb the life and energy of others?"

Lightly nodded.

Constantin lowered his eyes, suddenly his figure turned sharply, and suddenly Blink came to the parasitic demon, and pinched his neck with one hand, "Then suck, and see how much you can suck."

The vast and majestic magic power was poured into the parasitic demon's body, and just as it was enjoying a sudden delicious meal, a sarcoma tentacled spread down from Constantine's chest, firmly entangled the parasitic demon's body.

Those Carina's tentacles have mouthparts growing at the tips, and the mouthparts have densely distributed fangs. Regardless of the horrified screams of the parasitic demon, they explore the flesh of the parasitic demon.

In the blink of an eye, the parasitic demon was completely covered by tentacles, wrapped in a ball, and rolled to the ground.

Twenty seconds, only twenty seconds, the suicide squad aptly named it, and perfectly achieved the suicide Quest.

Constantin retracted his gaze, stepped on the glass and sawdust splashed from the broken coffee table, walked to the riddler who fell on the ground, and said softly, "Do you understand now? His power."

The riddler is sluggish and nodded.

Constantin smiled, deep and heavy with despair in that smile.

"For a moment, I want to tell you his true identity." He took a breath of cigarettes, and puffed out a smoke ring in the mess, so that his face was hidden in the smoke, "You Do you know why I didn't do that?"

The riddler remained silent.

"Because..." Constantine pointed his own temple with his index finger, "I can't remember."

"When I wanted to say his name At that moment, I realized that I began to forget."

"I suddenly forgot his name, his appearance, and forgot any word he said, even my own name. I start to forget, even the question of'who am I'cannot be answered."

"Can you imagine this feeling? Like falling into the cold water pool of all black, no daylight, like falling into eternity A tunnel that won’t hit the bottom."

"This is the mechanism he set for me."

Finally, Constantine finished smoking the cigarette, and he indifferently scorched. Press the palm of the riddler's head, "After listening, go to death."

After a while, Constantinto took an energy shield and walked onto the hotel rooftop, in a coma. All members of the suicide squad in the squad, as well as the bodies of the riddler.

On the tall building next door, Rebecca sat on the edge of the roof, browsing slightly wrinkle, and writing notes about the experiment.

When she saw Constantine, she just raised her head slightly and said calmly, "Did you catch Chief-In-Charge?"

"No, Chief-In-Charge didn't In this city."

"The riddler is dead."

"An ordinary person without superpower, he wouldn't mind." Constantine shrugged, "Quest Finish, let's go."