I, V, Gotham Legend

Obviously, he didn't know that his death was approaching.

Valerie put the gun to the goon's forehead and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"boom!"

Valerie ended the time stop, and the sound of gunfire and the sound of the speed returning to normal rang in her ears at the same time.

"Alas!"

The penguin thug who initially tried to sneak attack Valerie was so scared that he sat on the ground, and the baseball bat fell at his feet.

He only saw Valerie's figure flash and then appear next to the middleman, and all his other accomplices in the bar fell to the ground with their brains exploded.

Valerie patted the middleman on the shoulder. She was full of respect for the man who had helped her: "Are you okay?"

"It's nothing serious... V, it seems you missed someone."

The middleman patted his chest with lingering fear.

"Ahhhh!"

Valerie just looked back at the surviving penguin thug, and the guy let out a shameful scream, turned around and crawled away, not even caring about the baseball bat left in the bar.

Valerie spared his life so that he could publicize the consequences of angering her.

"There's no one here now." The middleman pinched his moustache, seeming to feel relieved.

"No, there's one more." Valerie looked towards the corner of the bar, where there was a private room covered by a curtain. Following Valerie's gaze, the middleman also noticed that there was someone there.

"Pa pa pa." The man clapped symbolically, then stood up and walked out of the box.

"I'm sorry to bring those rude guys here, because the boss wants to test your quality... You must be the famous V, right?"

The man who came out was wearing a neat black suit and a black, skull-like mask on his face.

"The man in the black mask! When did you come? And what did you mean by what you just said!" The middleman recognized the guy's origin at a glance and questioned him fiercely.

[Black Mask] Roman Sionis, a famous drug lord and one of the most powerful gang leaders in Gotham.

Although the man in front of him was dressed like a decent man, he was probably just an errand boy for Black Mask. All the people in their gang dressed like this.

"Those are just a bunch of incompetent thugs under Penguin. Cobblepot is a tasteless man who recruits anyone." The black-masked man shrugged, "I think they want to make a contribution, so tell them you will come here."

Valerie understood that this guy was using the penguin minnows to test his abilities.

"Is that yours too?" Valerie nodded her chin toward the door.

The black-masked henchman looked outside the door and noticed a drone hovering there, its camera staring at them like an eye.

"That's Penguin's drone, don't worry about it. The boss said that thing can attract interesting things." The black masked subordinate was very calm.

"Oh?" Valerie sat on a chair beside her and motioned the black-masked subordinate to sit opposite her.

The black-masked henchman sat down arrogantly and threw the cowhide bag in his hand onto the table.

"Our goal this time."

The photo in the bag slid out, and the person in it was very familiar to Valerie, it was more like she had just met her a few days ago.

That is, Batman.

No. 19. Good People

"Is this a commission from Black Mask?" Valerie did not take the brown paper bag immediately, but looked at the middleman beside her.

The specific content of the commission is usually discussed with the middleman, who then dispatches it to the mercenary. It is not ruled out that mercenaries take private jobs, but now the middleman is standing by.

But the middleman was understanding. He saw V's concerns and said, "It's okay. Just chat."

Valerie then picked up the brown paper bag and looked through the documents inside.

There wasn't much in the paper bag, just a few captured photos of Batman and a wanted poster.

One, two, three...seven zeros!

Valerie looked up in surprise, "Black Mask is spending 60 million for Batman's head?"

This is indeed a sum that cannot be underestimated. If this money is used to bribe the government, it can even solve the identity problem that has been bothering him.

The black masked man was very satisfied with Valerie's reaction. He felt that he had crushed the country bumpkin in terms of pattern: "What do you think?"

Valerie put the paper bag down, leaned back in her chair, and thought for a moment.

Batman is arguably the most famous superhero in the past. He is a big shot who is trying to save Gotham! Do we really need to kill him for the commission?

Valerie hesitated only for a moment.

It’s none of my business, he’s just a company dog ​​and I don’t know him well.

"I'll take it." Valerie sat up and placed her hands on the table.

As if he had expected Valerie's reaction, the black-masked henchman, hiding his inner contempt, placed a touch-tone phone on the table.

"Keep it, the boss will contact you through this... I hope you have a happy cooperation with me." After discussing the business, the men under the black mask were about to leave.

"Wait a minute." Valerie stopped him at this time, "Now that we have finished discussing business matters, it's time to talk about our personal matters."

The black-masked thug sat down puzzled.

The middleman realized something, quietly left the scene, and sneaked into a private room.

"Miss V, is there anything else..." Before the Black Mask's subordinate could finish his words, Valerie grabbed his head and slammed it on the table.

"What are you doing! I, I'm the employer!"

"My employer is Black Mask, and you're just an errand boy." Valerie held up the head of Black Mask's men and forced him to look at her.

"Do you think that you can just let go of the fact that you held my people hostage and ambushed me by saying you tried to do it?"

With that, Valerie slammed the Black Mask's subordinate's head on the table again.

"Boom!"

A dull sound, the sound of the mask breaking and the guy's screams rang out at the same time, and the black masked man's nose was bleeding all over the table.

"If you want to see my skills, I'd be happy to show you, but you're playing with my friend's life." Valerie's voice was cold. Her palm pressed on the back of the black-masked subordinate's head. The huge pressure made him feel like a stone was pressing on his head.

The friction between his nose and the table made an uneasy crunching sound, and his skull seemed to be crushed alive. Fear finally filled the heart of Black Mask's subordinate. He wanted to beg for mercy, but could only make unclear whimpering sounds.

Fortunately, Valerie didn't want to kill him. After all, he was her employer's subordinate. She raised the guy's head again.

The fragments of the mask fell down with a snap, revealing the terrified face of the black-masked subordinate. His nose was broken, his face was covered in blood, and several teeth were missing from his mouth.

The decency that this guy was so proud of was completely gone.

"I'll spare your life, but I've memorized your face." Valerie took a picture with her advanced Qilusi artificial eyes and then let go.

"Don't let me see you again, go away." Valerie said coldly.

"You..." The black-masked subordinate wanted to say something harsh, but the pain in his cheek made him silent. He finally realized that this woman was someone he couldn't afford to offend.

So he fled away, just like the Penguin thug he had spit on before.

"You really did it." The middleman who had been secretly observing the situation came out and said with emotion, "You are still as proud as ever. Sionis is not a generous person."

He recalled the first time he met Valerie, she refused to eat the food he provided for free even though she was extremely hungry.

"Black Mask won't turn against me because of this guy. He's just a minion." Valerie crossed her hands in front of her still plump chest.

"But you really cooperated with them. You called me when they asked you to?" Valerie said teasingly.

"I know they can't do anything to you." The middleman smiled on his wrinkled face.

The middleman was once a well-known killer in Gotham, known as "Match" Malone. Of course, he could not compare with the supernatural Valerie.

Once upon a time, Malone was also a heinous killer. He lived a life of debauchery by relying on this kind of job that made money quickly. But one day, he suddenly met a young beggar. Because he had killed his parents, the young beggar could only beg on the street.

The beggar's legs were broken by the nosy gangsters, but even so, he still showed hatred in his eyes when he saw him, and crawled towards him with difficulty using his only remaining hands.

Ma Long was shocked by the hateful look in the little beggar's eyes and stood there for a moment. At that moment, all he could see was the life that was struggling to kill him, and he didn't notice the panicked crowd around him at all.

He also didn't notice the car that was running straight towards him because it lost control.

The little beggar was run over by a car in front of Ma Long. His young and delicate body was cut in half and his intestines were spilled all over the ground.

The little beggar died on the spot. Before he died, he still stared at Ma Long with hatred.

From then on, Ma Long couldn't sleep day and night. Whenever he closed his eyes, he saw the child's face with his eyes open.

He realized that he had been doing evil things but had never been punished.

After weeks of mental struggle, Malone turned himself in to the Gotham Police Department and was subsequently sentenced to life imprisonment for at least six counts of deliberate murder.

Fortunately or unfortunately, Malone did not die in prison. Due to his excellent performance and the help of some "friends", his sentence was reduced to 40 years. When he left Blackgate Prison, he was nearly 70 years old. The name of the killer [Match] Malone has long been lost in the long river of time.

However, the long sentence did not make Malone feel much better. The little beggar's hateful eyes still haunted his dreams every midnight.

He decided to spend the rest of his life atoning for his sins in Gotham.

While serving his sentence in prison, he often met big guys, and he unexpectedly accumulated a lot of connections. He also used these connections to set up many charitable organizations, such as the Gotham Orphanage and museums.

He used all the profits to help the poor in Gotham.

Compared to the long-forgotten "Matches", "Good Guy" Malone is now more well-known.

But Malone doesn't like the nickname of good guy. Perhaps, he will never deserve to be forgiven.

"V." Malone looked at the corpses of the penguin thugs on the ground with mixed feelings, "I hope you won't do anything you will regret in the future."

NO20. Christmas Eve

"What are you talking about?" Valerie was puzzled. "I can't turn back now."

Ma Long sighed, "Your wages are in the usual place backstage. The bar is closed during the day. Take your wages and leave."

This bar was a property that Malone bought for business purposes. Due to his past experience, he tried not to assign his mercenaries missions that would result in murder or robbery.

When Valerie was in the most difficult time, she received help from Malone here. Even her base in the new city was set up with the help of Malone. It can be said that Malone is the person she trusts most in this world.

"Won't you buy me a drink?" Valerie curled her lips.

Ma Long sighed again, but his mood was obviously much better: "Just one drink, I'll treat you, as a reward for saving me."

"You're such a stingy person." Valerie laughed.

The two chatted for a while, and after drinking, Valerie took the money and left the bar.

Tomorrow is Christmas. Even the seemingly underdeveloped old town is decorated with lights and Park Road is unusually crowded with people.

Valerie walked on the barely busy street, and as she walked she took out the keypad phone given to her by Black Mask, took out the phone card, and stuffed it into the chip hole on her neck.

There doesn't seem to be a RELIC chip in this body, so I don't have to worry about Keanu Reeves snatching my body away from me. I'm lucky to think so.

"Huh." Valerie exhaled a breath of white air. Even with her current strong body, she still felt cold.

Do you want to buy some new clothes?

Valerie was standing in front of a hat shop. She just happened to see such a shop and couldn't help but stop and let her thoughts wander.

The shop has no sign, just a green top hat with two playful rabbit ears sticking out of it hanging on the door beam.

However, Valerie just looked for a while and then left. Not to mention that she was not short of clothes, the color of the hat alone made her feel it was unlucky.

Valerie didn't notice that in the hat shop, a brown eye was staring at her through the crack in the door.

……

In stark contrast to the sunny morning, just a few hours later, dark clouds once again covered the Gotham sky. Even darker clouds, it might be snowing soon.

At the Gotham Police Department, Chief Leo was busy escorting several major criminals to prison, so there was no meeting today.

After arresting two super criminals, Calendar Man and Clayface, Sheriff Gordon felt refreshed.

Although the crime rate remains the same these days, it is not as troublesome as before.

The people in front of the police station were still busy. They were clearing a podium. Soon, Sheriff Gordon would hold a press conference on the recent situation on behalf of the Gotham Police Department.

Gordon also took his youngest daughter, Barbara Gordon, to the police station. He planned to take his daughter out for a big dinner after the press conference.