He waited patiently for over three minutes until his hand was completely numb. Then, like a magician, Feng Bujue held out the severed forearm to Mr. Freeze, saying, "Look, this is a hand that has been necrotized due to cell freezing." He then showed the pill in his other hand, "And this, is a panacea capsule."

Although Mr. Freeze was wearing a full-coverage mechanical suit, he also had sunglasses inside the glass helmet, so Feng Bujue couldn't see his eyes. If he could, he would have found Professor Fries' gaze filled with bewilderment...

"Now, it's time to witness a miracle..." Feng Bujue threw the capsule into his mouth and swallowed it with saliva.

Mr. Freeze was, after all, a highly educated intellectual. Besides, he wasn't the particularly "crazy" type of villain. Seeing Feng Bujue's behavior, he couldn't help but say, "I remind you, Mr. Mad, whether your performance is interesting is a very secondary matter. If you can't prove that you have what I want, you and the two guys at the door will suffer the same fate."

"Look, it's already recovered." Before the other party finished speaking, Feng Bujue uttered these words. He shook his hand, and the layer of frost and dead skin on the surface fell off directly, "Good as new." He clenched his restored hand into a fist, then moved his fingers a few times, "Completely mobile."

Mr. Freeze put down the gun in his hand, took a few steps forward, grabbed Feng Bujue's forearm, and pulled it in front of him to examine it, "Hmm... interesting... there is actually a drug that can instantly heal this kind of permanent damage at the cellular level." He released Feng Bujue's hand and said, "But this doesn't prove... that this drug can change my cold-blooded constitution." He paused for a moment, "And... cure my wife's illness."

"I said, Professor Fries, this medicine cures all diseases," Feng Bujue said. "AIDS, cancer, leukemia, Huntington's disease, etc... whether it is congenital or acquired, genetic defects or viral infections, reversible damage or permanent damage... all can be solved with just one capsule. This medicine can even turn zombies back into humans, there's nothing to doubt."

"No, your entire statement is worth doubting," Mr. Freeze said. "Unless... you give me some samples so I can study their chemical composition."

"Forgive me for speaking frankly, Professor Fries, but that's impossible," Feng Bujue replied. "As far as I know, a certain organization (******) has conducted a large number of experiments, trying to artificially synthesize this drug, but all have failed." He tried to make the lie sound more convincing, "Believe me, Professor, that organization's achievements in the scientific field, as well as its human and material resources... are definitely not inferior to you, or anyone else on this planet."

"Since it can't be artificially synthesized, where did the medicine on you come from? A gift from God?" Fries asked.

"There are many things in this world that science cannot explain, you can not believe me, Professor. But... you still have to make a choice about the situation in front of you," Feng Bujue said. "I have already shown you the effect of this medicine, the choice you have to make is simple: one, believe and accept my help; two, refuse and give up this opportunity to save your wife." He observed every subtle change on the other party's face, and when he was confident, his tone gradually became stronger, "This kind of 'gift from God' is in limited supply. I can only provide you with two more pills, one for you and one for your wife. Even if you kill me, you won't get any more from me." Feng Bujue made his bottom line clear. For him, consuming three ***-500 to exchange for benefits was the limit. If he still couldn't achieve his goal, he would rather give up this opportunity for cooperation.

Mr. Freeze considered for a few seconds, the expression under his sunglasses flickering uncertainly. The biggest weakness in his life was his wife, and he had seen the effect of the medicine, so he couldn't give up such an opportunity.

"I have a third option," Mr. Freeze said, "which is to freeze you immediately and then take all the drugs from you." His words were obviously a test.

"Heh... you won't do such a reckless thing, Professor." Feng Bujue naturally understood the other party's intention, he replied with a smile, "Since I just mentioned the word 'dimensional pocket' that you've never heard of before, whether you can get the medicine from me after freezing me is an unknown." His eyes narrowed, "Besides... you should also see that, when necessary, I am not afraid of death."

"Hmph... you are a smart man," Mr. Freeze said with a smile, "I like dealing with people like you." He paced two steps to the side, "But there's still one thing I don't quite understand, why do you want to help me?" He turned his head, "Did you read my story in the tabloids and want to help me, a super criminal, abandon evil and do good?"

Feng Bujue said, "You and I both know that you have no turning back. My suggestion is, you might as well consider now how you should explain to your wife what happened since she was frozen." He paused for two seconds and said, "Besides... even if you can really abandon evil and do good, that's definitely not the reason I'm helping you."

"Then you want to make a deal," Mr. Freeze made an accurate judgment.

"That's right," Feng Bujue said.

"Do I have anything you're interested in? I don't think you want money, right?"

"No, no, no... that kind of motivation is too vulgar," Feng Bujue said. "What I want is already... oh no, is about to become scrap metal for you." He pointed to Mr. Freeze, "I just want a set of your armor, and a few freezing pulse guns."

"That's it?" Mr. Freeze asked.

"If possible..." Feng Bujue turned around and pointed to Zhao Yingwang and the Blood Stone Demon trapped in the big ice block, "I want you to help me create an explosion powerful enough to destroy the entire street and kill them both."

Mr. Freeze glanced at the ice block, slightly stunned, "They're still alive?"

"Yes," Feng Bujue replied with certainty, because he saw from the game menu that next to the name [Zhao Yingwang] was still [Surviving], "He and this monster have some kind of symbiotic mechanism. Although he himself may become dead in the ice, as long as that monster can survive in the ice, like now..." He gestured to the Blood Stone Demon, "Then... his own cells and body can continue to maintain a self-healing state."

"You mean... when the ice melts, they'll come out unscathed?" Mr. Freeze continued.

"Yes," Feng Bujue said, "So, we must create a damage that is enough to completely eliminate them both at the same time to kill them."

"Hehehe... anyway, this place is useless, it doesn't matter if it explodes into the sky," Mr. Freeze said with a smile, agreeing to Feng Bujue's request.

At this time, Zhao Yingwang, who was sealed in the ice block, was blocked by the Blood Stone Demon, so he couldn't see the figures of the two people or hear their conversation. All he could do was pray anxiously... pray that the Blood Stone Demon could break the ice before the other party did something.

Here's a brief mention that his means of tracking Feng Bujue did indeed rely on summons. That monster was called [Voice of Shadow], a non-combat high-intelligence summon, which was the voice that spoke to him in the park, and was also his secret to reconnaissance.

[Name: Summoning Technique - Voice of Shadow]

[Skill Card Attribute: Active Skill, Permanently Mastered]

[Skill Category: Summon]

[Effect: Summon a Voice of Shadow (no cooldown time, but can only be used once after entering the script, the existence time is unlimited, and there can be at most 1 Voice of Shadow at the same time)]

[Consumption: 50% Spirit Value, one summon (excluding Voice of Shadow)]

[Learning Conditions: Summoning Specialization C]

[Remarks: Voice of Shadow has no combat ability, continuously hides in the player's shadow, has an independent personality and high intelligence, and can communicate with the player. When any other player in the script uses a summoning skill, Voice of Shadow can instantly sense the other party's summons and immediately establish a connection with that player's own shadow (regardless of distance). As long as the connection is not interrupted, Voice of Shadow can grasp the other party's position in real time.]

Zhao Yingwang found Feng Bujue by relying on this summon. It wasn't that he was targeting Feng Bujue, it's just that no one else had used summoning skills, so he couldn't track their location...

And the tracking effect on Feng Bujue's body has now been accidentally lifted. Although the connection between Voice of Shadow and Feng Bujue's shadow is not displayed in the player menu's status bar, in essence, it's just a de-Buff. And ***-500 can remove all abnormal effects, this is naturally no exception.

In fact, there are several other ways to isolate the connection with Voice of Shadow, such as finding a room with strong light sources on all sides and staying for a few seconds, or using some medical skills.

In addition... Voice of Shadow also has a negative hidden attribute, that is, when someone in the script summons an A-level or stronger summon, Voice of Shadow will disappear on its own due to fear... Of course, Zhao Yingwang hasn't encountered this situation yet, so he doesn't know this setting.

[Hi, I'm going to blow you up.] Feng Bujue wrote this line on a sign, walked to the ice block, and specially found an angle that Zhao Yingwang could see, showing it to the other party.

"This kid... is he demonstrating..." Zhao Yingwang thought to himself.

[There is no penalty for quitting in the indiscriminate melee mode, you can consider it] Feng Bujue turned the sign over, and on the back was this line.

After seeing it, Zhao Yingwang snorted coldly in his heart, "Hmph... ridiculous, as if you can definitely blow me up."

Feng Bujue looked at him for a few seconds, seeing that the other party didn't seem to want to quit, he took out another sign from behind: [People always have wishful thinking, I can understand, then you just wait, ho ho ho ho :-d]

After showing this paragraph, Feng Bujue turned around and went with Mr. Freeze to set up the bombs.

"Hey! He even wrote laughter and emoticons! Too arrogant! A scholar can be killed, but not humiliated!" Unfortunately, Zhao Yingwang's shouts could only be buried in his heart, not a single word could be conveyed.