Beauty Man's Myriad Hearts

"you sure?"

James McCarron suspected that David was unaware of the seriousness of the situation.

He said: "The investigation team took the document signed by the White House and asked everyone to cooperate with the investigation. You are their main suspect, but now everyone can't find you. David, no matter what you do, if you can't get rid of it Suspect, you must remain anonymous for the rest of your life."

"It's clear to me that they're looking for Batman, not David Fisk."

David explained: "David Fisk is not important, it is important whether I am Batman. So, you can rest assured that I am sure to get through the difficulties."

During the speech, emphasize one sentence:

"Believe me, things will change soon."

"Ok."

James McAllen didn't dare to talk more. He was afraid that someone would monitor the call. Regarding the means of these investigation teams, even malicious speculations were justified, so he hung up the phone: "Good luck."

Beep!

A busy tone came from the phone.

At this moment, it was evening, and the gorgeous sunset reflected the almost pitch-black sky, making the clouds half black and half red.

David stood on the top floor of a building in Manhattan, New York, looking at the bright neon lights in the big apple city full of tall buildings, and pondered slightly.

The operation team of the Supernatural Investigation and Defense Bureau couldn't find him...

This surprised him.

Should not be!

The Bureau of Supernatural Investigation and Defense has the means of magical positioning, how could they not find themselves?

David has already made plans to fight and deal with these people.

In the process, appearing in the image of Batman and hiding David Fisk's identity, no one can convict him with indirect evidence, no matter how serious the suspicion is and lack of direct evidence.

But the other party couldn't find him at all, so David couldn't fix it.

Let the other party continue to investigate like this, is the preliminary preparation not in vain?

"How could this be?"

David was puzzled.

He certainly didn't expect that the magic map used for positioning by the Bureau of Supernatural Investigation and Defense actually had a cooling time.

"We must find something for the Bureau of Paranormal Investigation and Defense."

David rubbed his chin, feeling that he couldn't let the other party continue to investigate so unscrupulously, he had to use actions to confuse the other party.

While thinking, his eyes unconsciously revealed a touch of coldness.

Since the Supernatural Investigation and Defense Bureau couldn't find me, why not take the initiative to find them.

Swish!

His body instantly blurred and disappeared in place.

……

Downtown Manhattan, FBI New York Branch Building.

A special operations team from the Bureau of Paranormal Investigation and Defense has set up a temporary office here.

Hellboy wore a special uniform, gloves and a mask to cover his red skin and any physical features that were different from humans. He sat in his own position, motionless, and his face under the mask was serious, like a Blockhead.

In the eyes of others, this guy is really weird.

His girlfriend, the witch who played with water and fire, Liz, was still sitting in a wheelchair, and her face was not very good-looking.

With the appearance of the two heads of the special operations team, everyone else looked at each other in blank dismay. The atmosphere was gloomy, and no one dared to speak.

"It's the third day!"

Finally, Hellboy broke the silence and spoke angrily. He clenched his fists, and his tone and movements revealed anger.

boom!

A fist hit the table in front of him, and the table instantly fell apart.

"It's the third day, why is there no harvest at all? Can you tell me, what have you guys done these days?!"

"Gudong!"

The others swallowed their saliva and were very nervous.

"We tried to find out whether there were militants sneaking into New York recently through various channels. Although we did achieve some results and captured many criminals, it was confirmed after interrogation that none of these people had anything to do with Batman."

Someone whispered and answered cautiously: "But from the investigation of David Fisk, we are basically sure that David Fisk is very suspicious, and he is very likely to be the Batman we are looking for."

"Then how do you explain that Batman and David Fisk arrived in New York from Africa at different times?"

Liz, who was still injured, was expressionless, and retorted with reason:

"What you said is indirect evidence, and what we need now is direct evidence... Is it possible that this is Batman's way of misleading us? Is it possible that David Fisk, as a local snake in New York, was kidnapped by Batman Then coerce him to help him carry out a terrorist attack on New York?"

"That possibility cannot be ruled out."

The man hesitated for a moment, unable to deny the words: "But David Fisk is a superpower, and it is very difficult to kidnap him..."

Hearing this, the faces of Hellboy and Liz sank together.

David is indeed superhuman.

But Batman is an extremely terrifying opponent.

In the eyes of the two, it would not be difficult for him to kidnap David.

The voice continued.

"...In any case, David is a clue. If you follow the clues, you will definitely find Batman."

This sentence is correct.

Many people present thought so.

Especially the deputy director of the FBI's New York branch, who had known David early on, even Mosley on the same boat.

Mosley had an intuition that the Batman he and others were looking for must be David.

However, I dare not speak out the thoughts in my mind.

At the same time, Mosley knew that as the deputy director of the branch, he didn't have to participate in this kind of front-line operation, but he was forced into the special operation team abnormally, and was even strictly required by his superiors to cooperate with the operation team.

Because many people know that there is a connection between him and David.

Swish!

Seeing that everyone's eyes were on him, Mosley was extremely helpless, and explained: "I contacted David, but there was no result. I also asked David's assistant Wesley, and even he didn't know what David was. I disappeared...I really can't help it."

"David is the chairman of Fisker Pharmaceuticals, a shareholder of The Macallan Group, and the younger brother of Jin Bing, the underground emperor of New York. As far as I know, he seems to have an official identity. Not long ago, there was a big turmoil in Osborne, and there was also a faint Having David push the flames... From this we can see that David is definitely not a small role for us to rub."

Mosley didn't want to cooperate, but he had to cooperate. Fortunately, David himself hid deep enough. Even if he told the truth, he could not be blamed: "With David's ability, if he wants to hide, he has no special means. Maybe find him."

"People from the FBI and NYPD are out."

Hellboy pondered for a moment, and ordered: "The others stay."

Mosley and the others glanced at each other, knowing that these people were about to hold an internal meeting, so they got up one by one, and walked out of the temporary office of the special operations team without hesitation.

after they left.

Hellboy removed the mask from his face, revealing the red-skinned face.

A sharp look flashed in the copper bell-like pupils, and he looked around and landed on his own person belonging to the Supernatural Investigation and Defense Bureau.

"The magic map will end its cooldown at noon tomorrow."

With a low tone, he issued an order:

"Tomorrow at noon, after the location on the map is clear, people from the operation team will follow me to encircle Batman, and the rest of the people will continue to follow David Fisk's trail... No matter whether they are one person or two, tomorrow There has to be a result."

"clear."

The crowd nodded.

During the conversation, no one knew that on the rooftop of the FBI New York branch building, a man wearing a bat helmet was showing a sudden look.

"The magic map used to take time to cool down."

The corner of David's mouth exposed under the mask outlined a smile: "It seems that my situation is not as difficult as I thought at first."

He knew what he had to do.

……

As night falls, the sky is full of stars, and the jade plate hangs high in the sky.

Washington.

"Area 51", the headquarters of the Bureau of Paranormal Investigation and Defense.

Under the pale moonlight, a strange person came to the door.

A man, a woman, and the other is a clockwork inlaid on the chest, and the whole body is like a toy-like clockwork man assembled from parts.

"right here."

Resurrected from the dead, Isa, whose soul was summoned back from hell by Gregory, has changed her body.

At this time, she still has short blond hair and a tall figure, but she is a little stiff when she moves. It is obvious that the fusion of soul and body is not perfect.

Isa didn't care, this hindrance did not affect the use of magic.

Even, as a resurrected soul possessed, the body she occupies is almost immortal, even if she is fatally injured, it will not cause damage to the soul, and at worst, she will change to another body.

Combat strength does not fall but rises.

"Bloom's in there."

Yisha looked at the castle-like building in front of her, a trace of awe appeared on her stiff face.

She has been waiting in the world for decades, and she has paid close attention to Bloom, the "old friend" who made her and others fail at the end of World War II from the beginning to the end.

In fact, the time Isa waited for revenge was no shorter than the time waiting for Gregory's resurrection.

"Carl, go and say hello to our old friend, Bloom."

Gregory glanced at the clockwork man beside him and said, "Isa and I will be there soon."

The clockwork man nodded and twisted the clockwork on his chest.

Whoosh!

The next moment, he bent and flicked his legs and climbed over the wall. His movements were extremely flexible, like a feline with a strong body.

Gregory and Isa wandered to the gate and rang the bell.

"Who?"

There was a sound from the horn at the door.

"it's me."

Gregory smiled slightly, and his voice seemed magical: "Open the door quickly, I'm back, your old friend."

"Old friend?"

The other party was slightly taken aback, and his tone suddenly became dull: "Okay, wait a moment, I'll open the door right now."

crunch--

The lock on the iron door was unlocked remotely.

Gregory and Isa entered it smoothly.

……

at the same time.

The FBI New York branch building, the internal meeting of the special operations team ended.

"Sir, there is no problem with Mosley. Although he had some suggestive words when communicating with James McCarron, he did try to find David Fisk through various channels, but to no avail."

Before someone left, the report said: "However, according to our investigation of him, this guy is not clean, and he is deeply involved with underground gangs."

"You don't need to tell me these things, just report to their chief, Giles Pittman."