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Chapter 100 Amazing Magic

"..."

Faced with Jaeger's question, Elena didn't answer directly, but finally began to seriously examine Jaeger: "How did you do that?"

"Hmm?" Jaeger tilted his head.

"The flames that appeared out of nowhere earlier, and now the ability to make my legs unable to move..." Elena narrowed her eyes. "Could it really be what I'm thinking?"

Hearing Elena's meaningful words and seeing her unable to run, Barbara suddenly felt that the scene was somewhat familiar...

Wait a minute, isn't this exactly the same situation I was in when I went out as a masked vigilante and was caught by Jaeger, and when I tried to run away but couldn't move at all?

Barbara immediately looked at Jaeger, her green eyes filled with doubt: "Yes, so how exactly did you do it? Was it some kind of very special drug? The kind specifically developed to prevent people from escaping?"

"..." Jaeger didn't speak, but Jason was shocked.

He looked at Barbara in disbelief—no, you still think Jaeger's abilities aren't magic, but science?

So how do you explain Jaeger's teleportation? Is that also science? Seriously, can current science and technology really do that?

Even Elena was rendered speechless by Barbara's question: "Little girl, you don't actually think that this guy who calls himself a detective is just a detective, do you?"

Barbara crossed her arms, looking defiantly at Elena, who couldn't escape but was pretending to be nonchalant, seemingly trying to save face: "Otherwise, how do you think you did it? Some kind of magical magic?"

Elena, Jason: "..."

"Ahem." Jaeger quickly pulled Barbara, the future tech-savvy vigilante, back. "I am indeed a bit special, but I'll explain that to you when we get back."

"Let's get down to business." Jaeger looked at Elena. "I know Elena isn't your real name, and this identity is most likely a disguise."

"But since you don't want to reveal your real name, I won't force you to...after all, I'm not interested in that."

"What interests me is the truth behind this case."

"Let's make a deal, ma'am—tell me the whole story of this case, and what your real role was in it," Jaeger said, "and I'll consider letting you go."

"A detective?!" Barbara exclaimed in surprise.

Jason, however, held Barbara back and shook his head maturely, his eyes conveying a clear thought—don't rush, Jaeger must have his reasons for saying that.

Barbara was momentarily stunned, but seeing Jaeger's confident expression, she ultimately suppressed her doubts.

"Interesting." Elena's gaze swept over Jaeger, and she smiled. "Of course, I can make this deal with you."

"After all, if you really are... " Elena glanced at Barbara, whether out of amusement or something else, she ultimately glossed over the word, "I would indeed find it very difficult to escape from you.

"Thank you." Seeing that Elena wasn't the typical hot-tempered, stubborn criminal from Gotham City, and seemed willing to cooperate, Jaeger breathed a sigh of relief. "Then let's get straight to the point..."

"I was hired by the mayor's secretary, who might have been the deceased's political enemy or something. I'm not sure, and I'm not interested," Elena said.

"..." Jaeger paused for a moment, wanting to say that he had actually just wanted to ask about the technique...

But seeing Elena talking so fluently, Jaeger could only swallow back what he wanted to say.

"As for what they hired me for—I'm not an assassin, and I didn't kill anyone." Elena shook her head. "I just accepted a mission... to randomly replace a waiter at the banquet and steal something while the employer makes his move in the dark."

"And that thing was the key to their killing in the dark... the destroyed chain link coated with fluorescent material."

"After all, if that thing is discovered, even if I misled the police by faking a gunshot wound, they will soon find out the secret of the 'missing second shot'... which is something the client doesn't want to see."

"..." Upon hearing this, Jaeger really wanted to complain—

Wait, did I go to the wrong place? Isn't this Gotham, where killing is all about getting it done? Why is your client making such a fancy way of killing someone? ...Are you from the Golden Fields next door?