Ultimate Assassin: Start as the sixth floor in the Continental Hotel

Chapter 497 Labor and management are God! Stupid Nygma!

Yes, the Riddler Edward Nygma, who has always regarded himself as smart, felt the desire for absolute power for the first time after seeing the devastating super power of the blood dragon. All conspiracies, all traps, as long as he With power, you can defeat all laws with one force!

Superman is a Kryptonian, and his bloodline invincibility makes Nygma feel out of reach, but the Blood Dragon... he is just a killer, and his cousin Deathstroke is also an ordinary human being. How did their superpowers come from?

If he also has power, can he change the fate of Lezi people?

Nygma doesn’t know…

But now, he longs for power.

Today is Christmas... Even though at his age he no longer believes that Santa Claus exists in this world, Santa Claus has not delivered the gifts he wanted.

But it seemed that Santa Claus heard Nygma’s prayer. Almost the next second Nygma said the words “I need to throw tiles”, everything around him gradually became dim, and Nygma felt that his head was a little He was groggy, as if his soul had left his body after a sudden death.

When Nygma calmed down and slowly opened his eyes, everything around him was completely different.

In the snow-white space, a young man dressed in home clothes is writing furiously in front of a computer. His back is to Nygma. There is a coding software on the computer screen, and the young man is writing. The book is called "The Ultimate Assassin: Beginning as the No. 6 in the Continental Hotel".

I don’t know if he has made any money, but this guy seems to be quite perseverant. The number of chapters in the coding software has reached 497. Based on the word count of more than 2000 words per chapter, he has written 100 That’s over words.

What is this place? Who is this stinky novel writer?

Nygma was full of doubts. What made him even more confused was that he could understand what was written on the computer even though he had never learned Yanguo language. This made him a little surprised.

"Sorry, I'm a little busy now, please give me a moment."

The guy suddenly accelerated the speed of typing on the keyboard, and his hands turned into afterimages and tapped back and forth on the keyboard. After completing the last word of the current chapter, he took a long breath, turned around slowly, and revealed himself to Nygma. Smile.

"WTF?! Blood dragon?! You...how can I...what the hell is going on?!" Nygma looked at the man's face and was shocked on the spot, "Can you still control your mind?! Fake ! Let me out! You damn cheater! I hate it the most..."

"Um, Mr. Jim Carrey, please calm down." The man who looked exactly like Chen Yan waved his hand helplessly, "My English name is indeed Brad Doragon, but believe me, I will tell you The blood dragon I know is not the same person."

"I don't know what Jim Carrey you are talking about..." Nygma looked at the guy in front of him warily and took a step back, "What are you going to do to me? I tell you I will not give in to you! you this……"

"Oh... So, it's really annoying to look like the protagonist in my book..." The guy shook his head helplessly, stood up slowly and snapped his fingers. "Snapped!"

Everything around him disappeared instantly, as if it had never existed at all and became empty. And the guy who looked exactly like Chen Yan had turned into an old African man and looked like a wise elder.

In the world of readers, the owner of this face is called Morgan Freeman.

"Perhaps this face will be more relatable to you, Bruce."

The pretentious guy spread his hands and showed an friendly smile.

"Bruce? I'm Edward Nygma! Not Batman! Did your brain get caught in the door?!" Nygma collapsed. What's going on with this guy? Could it be that when I was fighting with him earlier, he didn't even listen to my self-introduction? "who are you?!"

"I...am...GOOOOOOD..."

How to say it, using Morgan Freeman’s face to say that he is God, the word God is still said as if he is hiccupping, no matter how you look at it, it makes you happy, I don’t know why this guy is so naughty...

"I'm laughing so hard. If you were God, I would be Darkseid!" Nygma said mockingly. "Stop your tricks, Blood Dragon, you can't fool me!"

"You can try, for example, let me guess how many fingers you stuck out from behind." The guy who calls himself God, very unqualified, picked his nose with Morgan Freeman's face in front of Nygma. .

"Ha! I don't believe it..." Nygma said, but his body suddenly moved uncontrollably and put his hands behind his back. Nygma could only control the movement of his fingers at this time. , "What the hell?!"

"Come on, give it a try." The guy who called himself "God" showed an encouraging smile, and Nygma reluctantly started moving his fingers. Almost as soon as Nygma made a move, the guy made the first move. Time told the exact number, "Four, nine, six, eight, one...you still say you're not Jim Carrey?"

"I don't understand what you are talking about... Just wait for me!" Nygma said angrily, but he suddenly felt that he could control his body. Due to the Riddler's crazy obsession with guessing riddles, he was now The desire to win was aroused by the guy in front of him. He swung his arms wildly and made confusing movements, and then put his hands behind his back again, "Guess again..."

The guy who called himself "God" smiled helplessly: "Seven fingers."

Yes, it was indeed seven, but Nygma kept it in mind. When "God" said the number "seven", he retracted the two fingers of his left hand.

"Ha! Wrong guess! Idiot!" Nygma laughed and stretched out his right hand, but... "Fuck!!!"

On the right hand, there are seven fingers neatly arranged.

It's like being born with seven fingers.

"W! T! F!!! What kind of magic is this!" Nygma's eyes widened and he waved his right hand wildly, but the hand automatically changed back the next second, "This is not fun at all! This is It’s cheating!”

"Okay, okay, you Gotham guy really has no sense of humor..." The guy who called himself "God" shook his head helplessly and returned to his original appearance, "I'm really not the person you thought. , to be precise, I should be the creator of your world, you can call me..."

"'The Writer'."

"Writer?" Nygma looked at "Writer" with surprise and suspicion, showing contempt, "What the hell is this code name? It's not as good as Blood Dragon..."

The "Writer" was not annoyed at all, and he changed himself into an ergonomic chair and sat down. His eyes seemed to have seen through everything, and he said in a melodious tone: "I know you want power... Dear Nygma .”

"It turns out that the protagonist in my book seems to be a bit over the top, which makes me very unhappy..."

"So I want to create a little trouble for him, like..."

"Strengthening his opponent a little, what do you think?"