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Chapter 157 What are you talking about?

Lonnie Barron pulled Ma Zhaodi out of the interrogation room as quickly as possible. The two of them quickly put on their bulletproof vests. As Ma Zhaodi put them on, he asked, "Why does he have a dagger? Where did that thing come from?"

"how could I know!"

Loni cursed as he tied a bunch of keys around his waist: "Damn it, there's a clown outside blowing up the theater, and this lunatic inside is causing trouble again - quick! Grab your gun and follow me."

Ma Zhaodi took a look at the key, an idea came to his mind, and then he picked up the rifle and ran out with Loni.

"You said he gambled for you, and you gave him a favor in return—but did he ever ask for a dagger, or anything else that could help him escape?"

"Something that can help him escape from prison? Boy, you better watch your fucking words!" Loni continued running, his voice filled with anger: "He never asked for those things, and there's no way I'd give them to him! Only a broke idiot like Sanchez or Langford would do such a thing!"

"Why don't you keep your distance from him?"

"Boy!"

Loni, who was running ahead, suddenly stopped. He grabbed Ma Zhaodi's bulletproof vest, pulled him over, and said word by word, "If you question me again, you're fucking dead. Do you understand that?"

"I'm just curious." Ma Zhaodi pushed him towards the interrogation room. His strength was so astonishing that Loni couldn't stop him at all. "You don't look like you spend much money. Even your cigarettes are cheap. Yet you're making a deal with a lunatic like the Riddler just for money?"

There is another sentence that Ma Zhaodi did not say out loud - Americans have no habit of saving.

Lonnie didn't say anything, his eyes seemed a little dim, and he subconsciously glanced at his wrist - there was a pink children's watch there.

His movements were very covert, but Ma Zhaodi had been paying attention to his reaction and immediately guessed, "You have a daughter to support? The Gotham Police Department's salary isn't enough?"

Loni still didn't answer, but just kept running forward, pretending that he didn't hear Ma Zhaodi's voice. The two of them were very fast and arrived outside the interrogation room in a few seconds.

At this time, the other guards had also been armed with helmets, bulletproof vests, and shotguns. The eight people were armed to the teeth and went directly into the passage room between the interrogation room and the outside world. This was a passage used to prevent prisoners from escaping. Only by opening the iron door of this passage could they really run out.

"Click——"

Loni slammed the iron door behind him shut and locked it. Unless the Riddler could knock down all eight fully armed guards with a dagger, it would be unlikely for him to escape from here.

So generally speaking, the current situation should be that the police station will definitely win, but since the Riddler has chosen to take action, he is most likely already prepared and confident that he can escape.

In fact, since most of the police force has been diverted to search for the Joker, this is indeed the best time for the Riddler to escape from prison. But now, eight people have pointed their guns at the door, which shows that the Riddler has not completely bribed and controlled these prison guards.

Some police officers subconsciously looked at the iron gate behind them. There was no special movement in the corridor outside the gate, which meant that no one was coming to break into the prison.

Then how does he get out?

While I was thinking, the door of the interrogation room suddenly opened.

Nygma came out wearing a green round hat, still in his shirt and trousers, and he didn't even bring the dagger with him.

Facing eight black gun muzzles, he didn't seem nervous at all. Instead, he took two steps forward easily.

"Now get down, Nygma! With your arms spread!"

"You have three seconds to surrender! Otherwise we will shoot! Three, two—"

The corners of the Riddler's mouth curled up slightly, showing confidence, mockery, and sarcasm. In short, it was a mockery of his opponent. Then, he snorted.

"Uh-huh—Joanna Elizabeth Sanchez." A name suddenly came out of his mouth.

"What?" "Lyla Ann Longford."

When the second name was uttered, another police officer's face showed horror.

"That's my daughter's name—"

However, the Riddler ignored him, and his speech became faster and faster.

"Fatima Habib Lee, Lori Jane Krupch, Tanya Hope Garpont."

"Oh my god, Rory."

"Shut up, how dare you mention her name!"

"If you dare to touch her."

The Riddler ignored the threats or pleas of the officers with guns. There were eight officers here, but he spit out more than a dozen names. It was obvious that he had very detailed information.

As the Riddler said the names one by one, Ma Zhaodi saw Lonnie Barron beside him showing an expression of guilt and regret, and his face gradually lost color. Until a female name appeared in the Riddler's mouth, his hand finally trembled and released his grip on the trigger.

It is obvious that the Riddler's information channel is probably the big-mouthed Loni, and the last name he said is the name of Loni's daughter.

Yes, it was such a harmless thing, just some daily chat in the prison. The Riddler made money for the police, and the police told him some little stories, his colleagues' hobbies, their daily lives and gossip - what could go wrong?
The Riddler thus deduced their addresses, marital status, and important family members—including their loved ones.

So, when all the names were said, the trembling police officers slowly moved aside like Moses parting the sea.

"Don't believe him. He may not have really kidnapped them."

The Riddler asked, "Would you like to make a bet? That I can't bribe the gangs out there the same way I bought the dagger?"

So no one dared to speak anymore.

The Riddler looked at the scene before him and couldn't help but snort again.

"uh-huh."

However, when everyone retreated to both sides, the police officer standing in the middle at the back was exposed.

His helmet was askew, his clothes were disheveled, and he didn't even raise the gun in his hand. Instead, he lowered his head to adjust his clothes. Only after the crowd parted and he was revealed did he belatedly raise his gun.

"What the hell? What happened? Did the deal fall through? Wait, this is my first time wearing this, so I'm a little unfamiliar with it."

The Riddler looked at the strange police officer, his facial expression changing from calm, to stiff, to forced composure, to gritting his teeth.

Extremely fun.

"A—rookie?!" he asked, emphasizing each word. "A newcomer who can't even put on his uniform properly or hold a gun properly?!"

"My perfect jailbreak plan was ruined by such an idiot!?"

Ma Zhaodi freed one hand and scratched his head, revealing a clear and stupid look in his eyes.

"What are you mumbling? I don't understand."

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