I, V, Gotham Legend

But Valerie quickly retracted her head.

The level of development of Metropolis seems to be not much different from Gotham, but the public security is much more humanized. Valerie's dynamic vision did not see any fights or thefts on the streets.

The streets are full of billboards that appear to be campaign slogans for a bald man in a suit running for president.

It was obvious that this big shot had put a lot of effort into publicity. Valerie even saw his face hanging on a half-finished building with a crane busy at work.

"A big businessman is running for president... Do you think he is a real estate developer?" Valerie pointed at a propaganda slogan and asked Helena beside her.

"Lex Group should also cover real estate..." Although she didn't understand the relationship between the president and the real estate developer, Helena still answered according to her own opinion.

"Lex? Sounds so familiar...ah, is it that old thing that is most often used as an example in major success books?" Valerie clapped her hands together. This time it was not because she had seen any movie.

Lex Luthor can be said to be one of the most legendary figures in the world. Compared to Wayne's family-inherited business for hundreds of years, LexCorp is a large company built by founder Luthor from scratch.

Therefore, Luther often appears in major media around the world and in students' essays as an inspirational and successful person.

"This is a truly wealthy man who is as rich as a country." Valerie looked away.

Even though V is now worth billions, he is still poor compared to someone of Lex's level.

"Although Luther is already bald like a Mediterranean, he should be less than 40 years old now, so he should not be considered old." Helena said solemnly while driving.

"Oh..." Looking at Luther's shiny bald head on the sign, Valerie spoke with sympathy.

Helena suddenly slammed on the brakes, causing the Porsche to shake, causing Valerie to turn her gaze back.

In front of me, a group of people wearing orange vests were holding signs, shouting slogans noisily, crossing the road, and crowding past the blue Porsche.

"Is this a parade?!" Valerie was surprised. She had never seen such a scene in the six months she had been in Gotham.

The unruly people of Gotham are relatively simple, and they prefer to express their dissatisfaction by blowing up buildings.

Helena had obviously never seen such a scene before. She curiously stuck her head out and tried to see what these people were protesting against.

The marchers were clearly armed, holding signs with an S crossed out.

"Superman get off the planet!"

"Humanity does not need alien protection!"

"Superman will trample our freedom under his feet sooner or later. He is just a sanctimonious hypocrite!"

The parade chanted slogans as they passed in front of Valerie's car, but their march was not as neat as the one she had marched in elementary school.

"Superman... does his reputation have such a bad reputation?" Helena stared at the team passing by in amazement.

It's no wonder she was shocked. One of the purposes of their trip to Metropolis was to see Superman, just like going to the zoo requires seeing lions.

"It shouldn't be that serious..." Valerie said this with a lack of confidence.

The Superman in his previous life could be said to be the most well-known superhero, the kind that anyone who could think had heard of.

Even so, Valerie did not dare to guarantee Superman's character.

The Superman of this world was first spotted half a year ago, but he first became known to the public a month ago when he caught a passenger plane that nearly crashed into Metropolis.

People don't know much about this alien guest, but the power displayed by Superman so far still makes the mortals who are at a loss feel fear.

Superman's activities have become more and more frequent in the past month. Although this has won him a lot of supporters, it has also led to an increasing number of marches against Superman.

After causing considerable trouble to passing vehicles, the marchers finally crossed the road, and Valerie watched the group meet up on the sidewalk on the other side.

"I hope that in the future when disaster strikes, these people won't cry to Superman for help." Valerie has seen a lot of this. Many movies like to write plots like this to criticize human nature.

After making sure that there were no other pedestrians crossing the road, Johnny started his Porsche again, and Helena drove towards her destination at a constant speed according to the instructions on the car's display.

As time passed, a building came into view. It was located closer to the city center and looked very valuable.

"The O'Neill Hotel... looks very expensive. Have you booked a room there?" Helena looked at the building, then glanced at the map on the car's display, and asked with some anticipation.

"It's not really a reservation..." Valerie took out a smart phone, which she made specifically to facilitate communication with ordinary people.

On the phone was a photo of a transaction contract: "I have already bought that building... Don't worry, I have plenty of money."

Helena looked at the transaction records on her phone in surprise: "Are you planning to develop here for a long time?"

It is obviously unreasonable to buy a building just for tourism.

"And of course there are experiments." Valerie put away her phone.

For this body inherited from the game, Valerie has another ability that she really wants to find but has never known where to explore, which is the universal teleportation.

If Valerie can unlock teleportation, it will surely be more convenient for her future actions, and she can even try to establish a teleportation point on an alien planet.

It’s a pity that the current research progress on teleportation anchors is not as good as that on prostheses.

Valerie's trip also included the idea that changing places might help her find ideas.

"If nothing unexpected happens, we may have to celebrate the New Year here." Valerie glanced at the calendar and said with emotion.

NO19. Eye contact

"Is it the Chinese New Year? Is it the Chinese New Year?"

When Helena was studying at the university in Switzerland, she met many Chinese students and knew that their concept of the New Year was different from that of Americans.

"I'll make dumplings for you then." Valerie started talking about the Spring Festival Gala as soon as she opened her mouth.

"I'm looking forward to it," Helena thanked politely.

The Porsche drove into the underground garage of the building, and then the two got out of the car. Led by a special service staff, they took the underground elevator to the room they had agreed on in advance.

Valerie's Porsche looked very expensive, and since she had made an appointment in advance, she didn't look down on others.

The room Valerie booked for this trip was on the top floor of the building. After arriving at the floor, the service staff gave them the room card and then politely went downstairs by themselves.

Valerie opened the door and saw a room as spacious as a warehouse. The dazzling sunlight shone into the room through the floor-to-ceiling windows, making people feel relaxed.

Before coming, Valerie, as the boss, specifically requested that the partitions between all the rooms on the top floor be removed and renovated into a large flat.

In the past, Valerie lived in dark basement-type strongholds. Although it had the mysterious feeling of a secret organization, it was also very depressing if she stayed there for a long time.

Moving to a large, sunny flat is a change of environment. In addition to improving Valerie's own mentality, it is also helpful in counseling Helena.

Valerie pulled a bunch of suitcases from her pocket and gave them to Helena to pack.

They will spend the next half month in this large flat.

Watching Helena pull the suitcase aside, Valerie turned around. She wanted to rebuild the door behind her, making it at least safe enough that even a broadsword couldn't blow it open.

In addition, there are a lot of floor-to-ceiling windows in the large flat that can see the city scenery. Valerie feels insecure when seeing this, and she will also renovate it later.

It seems that a few sentry machine guns can be buried in the ceiling, and a bunch of smart mousetraps can be installed under the floor.

Also, the walls are a bit too empty. Maybe we can dig a secret room so that we can hide inside if we encounter an enemy that we cannot defeat.

You can also place a few treasure chest monsters, such as the Succubus Refrigerator.

Valerie is already planning to transform this place into a high-tech fortress.

"V! Look at that!" Helena, who had just put away her luggage, suddenly pointed at the window and shouted.

"What?" Valerie turned around and followed the direction Helena pointed.

The view from the flat floor is very broad. Under the sunlight, a person with a fluttering cloak is suspended in the air. Because he is very far away, he looks like the size of a bean from here.

However, Valerie's prosthetic eye can zoom, and her vision is magnified like a telescope until she can clearly see the S logo on the man's chest.

“Although I know what kind of abilities he has, I’m still shocked when I actually see him,” Valerie said with emotion.

Since she had been troubled by her flying ability for a long time, Valerie was a little envious of Superman, who could float in the sky naturally without any external force.

If I remember correctly, Superman just wears glasses to hide his secret identity, right?

Valerie didn't know much about superheroes, so she blinked at Superman's face, trying to remember it carefully using the scanning mode, maybe she could recognize him on the street later.

But as if they had telepathy, before Valerie's eyes moved to Superman's face, Superman's eyes also moved over.

There was about one kilometer between the two of them, and they just stared at each other from a distance.

Cold sweat flowed down Valerie's face. She had encountered countless strange creatures since she traveled through time, but this was the first time she encountered someone who made her sure she could not beat him just by looking at him.

There wasn't even any hostility in Superman's eyes. He just glanced away and then stepped on the air, disappearing on the spot after a sonic boom.

Helena leaned on the window and watched Superman suddenly disappear, her face full of shock.

"Can he teleport? Like you said?" Helena turned around and asked Valerie.

"He just flew faster." Even with Valerie's dynamic vision, she could only barely see him rushing into a building nearby.

The shattered glass in the windows proved that there might be terrorists or something in the building, but Valerie saw no flames caused by panic.

The criminals inside might have been dealt with before they could even open fire, which was much more efficient than Valerie's Swansea.

"Is this Superman..." Helena sighed, just like she was impressed by the whales when visiting the oceanarium.

"Mercenary work must be difficult in this city, but luckily I'm just here for tourism." Valerie touched her chin.

After all, she had seen a few Batman movies, but Valerie's understanding of Superman was limited to online reviews and a few American TV series mashups.

Although she had the impression from the mashups she had seen that Superman's business was spread all over the world, Valerie still felt that she had nothing to do with this most typical superhero.

Superman had disappeared from sight, and there was no need for Valerie to keep watching, so she turned back and continued hammering away at the room she was transforming.

But before she could knock a few times, the doorbell suddenly rang.

After all, this is a top hotel, and it is understandable that the service staff knocks on the door if they have something to ask. Valerie put down the work at hand and unlocked the door, but she was also ready to draw her weapon at any time in case of an accident.

"you are?"

The person behind the door was not a waiter in uniform, but a middle-aged black man in a suit and tie, who looked a bit like Uncle Fried Chicken.

"FBI, we have been observing you for a long time, Miss V." The black man took out an ID, "Can you let me in to talk?"

Valerie blinked and confirmed through a simple scan that this guy was indeed the FBI, but she did not invite him in. Instead, she said directly: "What do you want from me? I am a good citizen."

"The good citizen who had no news half a year ago?" The black man hinted that he knew a lot.

Valerie felt bored, and he put one hand behind his back and gestured to Helena to hide.

Helena felt like she was being treated like a child, but she didn't say anything. She just lowered her head and went back to her room.

"Come in and tell me what you want me to do." Valerie opened the door and stared at the profile of the black FBI man with her big eyes under her sunglasses.

She instinctively felt that this guy was a little weird, and there was a sense of disharmony on his face.

"I hope the communication between us can be more harmonious. I'm just a grassroots employee. I was on vacation like you, but because I'm closer to you, my boss pulled me here to negotiate with you." The black FBI man looked like a office worker. His tired dark circles were very conspicuous on his dark skin, which made Valerie feel a little sympathetic.

"Okay...would you like a Coke?" Valerie's tone softened.

"No need. I can't stand carbonic acid at my age." The black man found a chair and sat down. "In recent years, superhuman incidents have become more and more frequent. We won't care until they cause major unrest in society. But I'm not looking for you because you've done something big."

The black man said, pulling out a cell phone from his pocket: "This is a technology we recently discovered that is likely to be from outside the earth. We think it may be related to you."

"This is..." Valerie looked at the photo on her phone in surprise.

On it was a mechanically made orange and yellow chip.

NO20. Check the water meter

The thing in the photo was lying alone on the white floor. There was no reference and it was hard to tell how big it was, but it looked like a chip no matter how you looked at it.

Having said that, this thing should not be like other chips that can be plugged in and used immediately. Valerie has seen this thing countless times in the game.

Since she didn't mainly play this type of genre, she thought for a while before she remembered the name of this thing.

"Is it called a network connection pod? I don't quite understand." Valerie looked at the thing and pinched her smooth chin. "Tear open your skull and put this thing in, and you will get super hacking ability."

"Are you serious? I don't want to get myself cut in the head over this." The black man didn't believe it. He thought Valerie was talking nonsense.

"You can ask someone to try." Valerie said, pressing her temple.

In fact, Valerie herself didn't know whether it was inserted into the brain. This thing conflicted with the Swanwestin buttons in the game, so she gave up on it. However, it should also be a nervous system prosthesis.

The black man frowned and stared at Valerie's head, as if something was different from what he expected.

"Okay, we'll look into this from other directions, but knowing that you do know this is a big help to me."

He took the phone back, thought about it, switched a few pages, and then turned the phone to Valerie.