I, V, Gotham Legend

A bullet of a large caliber rolled to my feet, and it looked like it was shot from a sniper rifle.

"Sure enough, there's someone there." Valerie turned around and looked towards the door.

If Harvey hadn't reacted quickly enough, he might have been shot in the head right in front of him.

Valerie's prosthetic eye zoomed like a telescope, finding the direction to shoot based on the trajectory of the ballistic missile.

The sniper has gone into hiding, possibly even escaped.

She felt something was wrong the moment she came in and saw that there was no one there. The warehouse area was so large, but Scarface didn't have any soldiers stationed there. This was obviously unreasonable.

There was a sudden power outage just now, and her first reaction was for Scarface to cut off the power. If Harvey hadn't looked so nervous, she wouldn't have been distracted.

"It seems like everything is clear now." Valerie stood next to Harvey, her tone relaxed.

"What's going on?" Harvey still didn't understand the situation.

"It's Scarface. He ambushed snipers and wanted to shoot you when we had a conflict." Valerie said, but she felt confused.

Why go around in such a big circle?

Are you trying to put the blame on me?

Valerie suddenly raised her head and looked at the wall outside the door.

...

"Boss...our plan failed...No! You didn't say that woman could cut through bullets!"

The sniper, who had retreated to the warehouse, reported to the ventriloquist in panic.

No. 10. Trial

The sniper felt that the phone on the other end had been thrown to the ground, and the sound of the phone breaking through the barrier made him deaf for a while.

The ventriloquist is good at making money and is also very charming, which is one of the reasons why snipers and many gangsters are willing to follow him.

Having said that, the boss's bad temper and cruel character are still too scary, and the sniper now feels very panicked.

This V is obviously not an ordinary person. It is hard to say whether I can survive under her hands. Even if I can survive, the boss will not let me go.

The sniper was crawling in the darkness of the warehouse. He felt that he should not act rashly now and should hide first.

He swam into a pile of fish, which were obviously left behind by the Penguin. Fortunately, he was not involved in the gang fight.

The sniper was covered in a mountain of fish, and the stench filled his nostrils. He hoped that this pile of disgusting stuff would make the woman and the prosecutor give up searching this place.

They are a delicate beauty and a big shot prosecutor. They shouldn't personally pick up this pile of stinky fish, right?

The sniper had used this disgusting method to evade several searches during his brief career as a killer; it was his personal survival trick.

"Dangdang!"

The sniper held his breath as he heard the locked door being kicked open, fearing any noise.

The sniper has a strong desire to survive, hides perfectly, and is surprisingly useful.

As a creature, hiding in a pile of corpses of other creatures can indeed make him invisible in Valerie's normal scans. The sniper's approach was an unexpected success.

But Valerie wasn't limited to scanning biological or mechanical objects. She blinked and switched to thermal imaging mode.

Among the fish carcasses in the freezing February temperature, the fat sniper looked as red as the sun.

"This pile of fish looks rotten... Can you pull that fat guy out?" Valerie asked Harvey, pinching her nose and pointing at the pile of fish.

She could do it herself, but she wouldn't get involved in the stinking fish pile unless there was someone around to help.

Harvey glanced at the place Valerie pointed to and walked into the room expressionlessly. It was spacious and he didn't have the stressful reaction he had before.

After hearing the conversation between Valerie and Harvey, the sniper still had a lucky mentality, thinking that Valerie was trying to trick him, but Harvey's footsteps were coming towards him without hesitation.

The sound of leather shoes hitting the concrete floor was like the sound of a pendulum. The sniper finally couldn't bear it anymore and he jumped out from the pile of fish.

"Calm down! Let's talk it out!"

"You were the one who tried to shoot me?" Harvey didn't want to talk nicely. He grabbed the sniper's smelly collar, pulled him out, and threw him to the ground viciously.

Then he raised his leg and kicked the sniper in the stomach, making him scream in pain.

He kicked several times in anger before finally stepping aside, panting and signaling Valerie with his eyes.

Valerie walked over to the sniper, pulled a pink katana from her pocket, and stabbed it into the floor next to the sniper's neck, with the blade pointed at his throat.

"Don't even think about moving. I'm much faster than a bullet." Valerie squatted in front of the sniper, her golden eyes staring at the sniper's eyes emotionlessly. "Next, I'll ask the questions, and you'll answer them."

The sniper pursed his lips. As the blade was too close to his neck, he dared not nod. He could only blink his eyes and make a "hmm" sound from the bottom of his throat.

"Are you Scarface's subordinate?" Valerie asked directly.

"The boss didn't allow me to say it, and I was just acting on commission."

The sniper didn't dare to offend Scarface, he wasn't sure if he was being eavesdropped on, and that's why he answered in a very vague way.

Valerie wasn't stupid enough not to understand this jargon, she knew the sniper was hinting that what she said was correct.

But she still pulled the knife, and the sharp blade cut a bloody mark on the sniper's neck: "I'll say it again, don't play tricks on me, answer whatever I ask."

The sniper was so scared that he felt his scalp tingling: "Calm down! Calm down! I will tell you everything! Scarface sent me here!"

Valerie was too lazy to waste her brain cells thinking about any hints or metaphors. She had had enough of this guy who didn't speak human language during the last battle with the Riddler.

It is very convenient to hide information by speaking in jargon, so it is better to be honest like a student answering a question.

"Tell me, why did you attack Harvey Dent?" Valerie stared at the sniper's face.

Harvey also raised his head and glared at the sniper with hidden anger in his eyes.

"Yes..." The sniper was reluctant to say, but the blade was too close, "It was for you... The boss wanted to make it look like you killed Harvey Dent."

Valerie understood.

He deliberately chose to shoot when he was questioning Harvey. After killing Dent, he took a photo of himself facing the corpse and sent it to the media, the police, or Batman, to put the blame on himself.

Is that why they put all the consoles in that small room? After killing Harvey, they set the room on fire. Valerie could escape, but Harvey's body would most likely remain in the room and turn to ashes along with the consoles.

By then, when the evidence has been destroyed, the photo will be the only clue to Harvey's death.

If I were an ordinary person, I would really have no way to defend myself, but unfortunately, Valerie has plenty of tricks.

Even if the sniper really succeeded in killing Harvey, Valerie could rely on the video recording taken by Chi Lu Si or the more high-tech Mewtwo to clear herself of suspicion. Scarface's plan to frame Harvey would have been impossible to succeed from the beginning.

This is an information gap. The people of Gotham now only know that V is a very strong superhuman, but they have no idea how strong she is or what abilities she has. Scarface was defeated by his own common sense.

"So, the Harvey Dent story was also fabricated?" Valerie asked the final question.

"I don't know... Did something happen to Mr. Dent?" The sniper was very nervous. He was afraid that his answer "I don't know" would anger Valerie.

Valerie could understand that this man didn't look like Scarface's confidant.

She drew her knife and stood up. "You are only half cleared of suspicion, Mr. Prosecutor."

"I like your rigor, Miss V." Harvey stood up. "Can you give me this fat guy?"

"You want to do it yourself?" Valerie blinked.

Harvey pulled a pistol from his arms: "He almost killed me."

Valerie was not a righteous person, she nodded and stepped aside with interest.

"No! I've said everything! I'm sorry! Please let me go!" The sniper was so frightened that he struggled to sit up and escape from the black muzzle of the gun. "You are the prosecutor, right? You are the Knight of Light, right? You can't lynch me!"

Harvey was silent, watching the sniper's face twisted in fear.

"Look...I should be on the judgement seat...what do you think?"

The sniper smiled awkwardly, he felt there was hope.

"Of course, this is not a court. Apart from the judge, only God can judge." Harvey put down the gun.

But before the sniper could breathe a sigh of relief, Harvey suddenly raised his right hand with a golden coin between his fingers: "So, I'll leave it to God to decide. If it's not a head that turns over, you're dead."

NO11. Hold me down

Harvey Dent tossed the coin into the air and caught it with his backhand.

"You're lucky, kid." Harvey looked at the coin in his hand and put it back in his pocket.

The sniper was already sweating profusely, and when he heard Harvey's words, he was so excited that he almost cried.

But Harvey didn't just leave like that. He walked up to the sniper and kicked him, knocking him unconscious.

"Can you find some ropes or something? Let's tie him up here and wait for the police to come." The suspicion had been cleared a lot, and Harvey's tone when talking to Valerie also relaxed.

"You're really meaningless." Valerie stared at Harvey's pocket. "That coin only has a head on it, right?"

"Before I flip the coin, I usually have already made my choice. The coin just gives me the courage to carry it out," Harvey explained. "I control my own destiny."

"Does it take courage not to kill him?" Valerie found it interesting.

"It's to scare him," Harvey explained. "Some people don't take action until they've almost lost their lives. That said, he's probably going to spend the rest of his life in jail."

"You almost died just now. Although I brought you here, one of the fundamental reasons they wanted to kill you was because your behavior angered the gang, right?" Valerie's golden eyes revealed curiosity, "Didn't you use force to prevent the consequences?"

"This is the essential difference between me and these criminals." Harvey raised his head, his back straight, "I am not afraid of risking my life."

His expression was filled with pride, and his whole body revealed confidence in achieving final victory.

Harvey's expression and words made Valerie feel relieved. The sense of justice of this Knight of Light was not much different from what she had imagined.

"Your wife is fine. She is in a safe place with my assistant. We will not let innocent people get involved."

"I believe you." Harvey didn't say much. Valerie's good reputation was obvious to all.

"Knowing that you were wrongly accused does save a lot of trouble, but..." Valerie fell silent in the middle of her sentence.

If Harvey was wrongly accused, then where did the photo of the girl being tortured and killed come from?

"Scarface killed a girl to frame me?" Harvey Dent made a terrible guess.

"No, although he is closely related to it, it was not Scarface who did it." Valerie suddenly raised her head, with a gleam in her golden eyes.

She received a message from Batman.

...

In a luxurious KTV room, a group of gangsters gathered together, but unlike the noisy surrounding sound, these gangsters are now silent.

Contrary to what the sniper had guessed, Scarface did not drop the phone.

When the puppet heard the news that he was not satisfied with, he raised his hand angrily and shot the speakerphone with the submachine gun stuck in his palm.

"Damn it! Such a perfect plan to kill two birds with one stone! It was ruined by this pig!"

Scarface was furious and fired at the ceiling with a submachine gun, but Arnold behind him did not show any anger on his face. He raised his hand helplessly, trying to appease the boss.

The other subordinates were frightened by their furious boss. They hid in places where they would not be hit by stray bullets and watched in fear.

"You! Go and capture that bastard! And Sass! Throw that bastard to Sass!" Scarface gave the order directly in a rage, and he blamed the sniper for all the reasons for the failure of the plan.

"Calm down, boss, this isn't his fault..." Although the furious boss was terrifying, Arnold couldn't help but speak for the sniper out of compassion.

"Are you going to betray me?!" Scarface suddenly turned around.

"No! I, I..." Arnold was speechless due to his weak character.

"Why are you still standing there? Hold him down!" Scarface pointed at Arnold and turned around to order his men.

The subordinates looked at each other in bewilderment. Even though they usually cooperated with Scarface and respected him, everyone knew that Arnold was the real boss.

They are overwhelmed by the fact that their boss ordered them to catch him and they don't know what to do.

"You want to disobey my orders too?!" Scarface raised his submachine gun.

At this moment, a huge figure passed through the crowd. He jumped in front of Arnold excitedly and pressed the old man's head hard on the table.

"Boss, how are we going to punish him?" Rhino's fist rubbed against Arnold's temple, causing the old man to groan in pain.

But Scarface didn't care, because Arnold was being beaten, and his ventriloquist voice was a little trembling, but his tone was satisfied: "Knock out his teeth, and then we will execute the backup plan."

Rhino was very excited when he heard Scarface's order. He pulled Arnold by the collar, lifted him into the air, and clenched his right fist to hit him.

Arnold closed his eyes in fear and his teeth were chattering.

The scene of the boss being lifted into the air by his men was too much for the other gangsters to watch, and they subconsciously shifted their gazes to the side.