Chapter 673: Suspected to Be the Target Big Daddy, the Big Flying Knife that Kills the Girl

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The little gangsters that Batman beat on the night of the earthquake were completely useless, they couldn't even tell how Batman beat them - they were all idiots who were beaten and didn't know why. Favorite this site┏Ⅹ④③⑨⑨┛

Professionals are beaten, which is very valuable.

They can feel Batman's abilities and intelligence more clearly, instead of "he beat me up to the third floor with one punch" and "I was beaten out" like those little gangsters. "That's nonsense.

As soon as these three benefits come out, what can Team Leader Jones be dissatisfied with.

As soon as the matter was reported, his immediate boss took over the exchange of benefits, which Jones was also happy to see.

A deputy director can get more benefits than his team leader, because the deputy director has enough strength to command a high price.

Team Leader Jones will get more benefits than he can get by being in charge of it himself.

With this candid remark from Team Leader Jones, everyone in the meeting began to report the matter.

Soon the first gangster was taken away from Captain Jones.

The person was Flegg, and he only took one gangster, the middle-aged leader of the gang, Barkley Williams.

The resources in Flegg's hands can easily be preempted from the FBI.

After Flegg, it was the other units that took away some of the gangsters one after another.

With these gangsters in the collection, these units quickly took out all the gangsters' knowledge of Batman, and many evaluation reports about Batman were released quickly and sent to the hands of certain bigwigs.

"Strength than ordinary people, but not particularly outstanding..."

"That suit of armor has a very strong bulletproof effect, and there is no damage to the shooting of ordinary caliber rifles at close range. There should be some special materials or technologies."

"He didn't use any firearms, even if the gangster's gun was close at hand, he didn't go to get it."

"The use of rope darts is extremely skilled, just like the night of the earthquake, it is definitely a veteran who has been immersed in it for many years."

"The melee fighting ability is extremely strong, and it is not limited to certain types of fighting techniques."

Flagg looked at the evaluation reports he had transferred from other departments,

There are some murmurs in my heart: This is not a relative of that person, right?

If it was the "senior" that Flegg knew, these gangsters probably wouldn't leave a living person, and they would never deliberately avoid using a gun.

The one who didn't have the habit of hiding his identity, let alone this need, never concealed his method of killing the villain and the scene, and he didn't keep his name because he was too lazy to do such a boring and superfluous thing.

He threw away the reports, walked into the interrogation room next door, and took a look at the interrogation transcripts on the side.

The players next to him continued to interrogate Barkley for fatigue.

Player: "Describe again, how he subdued you."

Barkley kept fighting with his eyes, but suddenly groaned, woke up from the electric shock, and said desperately, "I've said it many times, but he just rushed over and hit me on the ground."

Player: "How did you fight? What posture did you use?"

Buckley fought with his eyelids and murmured: "How do I know, I'm being beaten, I was beaten like a sandbag, and he broke more than a dozen bones, how can I see how I was beaten? Not a camera."

The team members still maintained a cold and calm speech rate: "But you said, he shouted... um"

Having said that, he finally paused, flipped through the transcript in front of him, and read along with the words above: "Pegasus, Meteor, Fist", what else do you know about this fighting skill? "

Barkley's face collapsed: "How do I know why he shouted like this? I also like to call guillotine, tombstone insertion, death coil and so on when I beat people. Isn't that all learned from wwe!"

The team member was about to continue to ask, but Flegg patted his shoulder to remind: "He mentioned wwe just now."

The team member wondered: "What's wrong?"

Flegg knocked on the table and asked Barkley, "Have you ever heard someone use "Pegasus, Meteor, Fist" in wwe?"

Barkley despaired: "No! How could such a tongue-in-cheek name appear in wwe, there is no violence and beauty at all."

Flegg hummed, turned his head and instructed the team members: "Continue the interrogation, and be sure to clean him up." Then he walked out.

He is a careful person, and he always feels that there are clues in this "Pegasus, Meteor, Fist".

Mouth addiction is difficult for many people to get rid of after it is formed in life, and it is also one of the ways to lock suspects.

Maybe it's someone's zodiac sign, maybe it's a past event, maybe it's a story!

With a single sentence, the odds of finding someone are slim, but it's always a good idea to spend more on Batman.

While thinking about it, Flegg asked the team members who were busy in front of the computer not far away: "Is there a suspected target?"

"According to the current information, there is a person nicknamed "bigdad" in New York who is highly similar to Batman, but he has been active in New York for a long time." The team looked at the screen in front of them and called up a picture. : "And the secret work of this big man is far worse than that of Batman."

He continued: "On the night of the earthquake, this big man and his partner "hitgirl" (Super Killer) had just set fire to the warehouse of a gang of traffickers. The two sides fought in the port area, attracting hundreds of police officers. Surrounded by officers, the two parties escaped separately."

"Big Daddy? Super Killer Girl?" Flegg frowned. The name sounded like a joke, and it didn't have the mysterious temperament of Batman at all.

He glanced at the picture again, then shook his head and said, "It's just a little similar in appearance, only wearing a black coat with a cloak, and the helmet has two pointed ears. This kind of dressing is too repetitive, what about the ability of this big man? "

The team members shook their heads: "Big Daddy has a good melee combat ability, but most of the time he uses a gun and is a good sniper, but his partner, Super Killer's cold weapon, is very good." He Called up a picture.

Flegg looked at the five-short stature of 1.2 meters in the sky, and the big guy in her hand, and said silently for a moment: "Do you think this can be called a dart?"

The team member smiled bitterly: "This is a double-headed long knife, and it has nothing to do with darts. Even if it can be thrown out, it can kill people, so it should be called a "big" flying knife."

Seeing Flegg's impatient expression, he stopped his nonsense with interest: "In addition, this pair of suspected father and daughter files is also very straightforward, and the targets are all gangs of traffickers, every time they try to kill them, and Batman Styles are two extremes."

Looking at Flegg's face, the team member still reminded: "Perhaps, Batman deliberately misled us like this? Maybe he often kills people with guns?"

"This possibility is not ruled out." Flegg nodded.

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