I, V, Gotham Legend

"What about this?"

The picture shows an ancient and advanced cube that appears to be made of metal, but is much more shabby.

Valerie raised her eyebrows. She had never seen this thing before. "No, according to what you said, is this some kind of alien high-tech?"

The black man stared into Valerie's eyes, and Valerie had the feeling that he was not just looking at her expression.

"Can't you think?" the black man asked suddenly, which made Valerie feel very offended.

"Are you being a little too rude?" Valerie put away her original sympathy and respect and put on a frown.

"I'm sorry, I just couldn't read your micro-expressions, and I said something I didn't know." The black man smiled awkwardly, "You know, when a person finds out that something he thinks he is good at doesn't work, he will panic."

"Is there anything else? If not, go back." Valerie's face was no longer in a good mood.

"Excuse me, I might come back to see you later." The black man stood up. He also felt that it was time to go back. "By the way, can I take this cookie?"

Valerie followed the black man's gaze and saw a bag of Oreos on the coffee table.

"This high-sugar stuff isn't something you should be eating at your age, is it?" Valerie imitated the black man's mature tone, but still handed the Oreo to him.

"There are always things more important than the body." The black man smiled and took the packet of cookies.

Valerie couldn't help but look up to him. He must have understood that she was different since he came here to find her in person, but he still behaved neither humble nor arrogant.

The black FBI agent apologized to Valerie for his earlier rudeness, then turned around and left the room.

Looking at the black man's back as he left, Valerie pursed her lips.

This guy is a bit secretive.

...

The black man walked out of the room. This was a 30-story building, but he did not leave by the elevator. After all, he did not come up by the elevator.

The black man's skin gradually deformed and changed color like flowing liquid. The originally rough skin covered with wrinkles gradually became tighter, and the black color slowly faded into green.

The black man...or the alien opened his red eyes and looked back. His eyes looked through the wall and saw Valerie who was busy renovating the room.

Martian Manhunter has been living secretly on Earth for fifteen years. This is the second time he has encountered someone who makes him uneasy. The last time was when he faced Superman head-on.

It’s not that Valerie has any power that can threaten him, but this woman has demonstrated many abilities that are difficult for him to understand so far.

Martian Manhunter has telepathic abilities that allow him to hear a person's inner thoughts, but during their conversation, he only heard noises in Valerie's mind, like a blade cutting glass.

If this woman is not incapable of thinking, then it only means that there is some secret about her that she herself cannot figure out.

In addition, there is this magical ability to create things, which does not require any instruments, just like molecular recombination. In his understanding, only those who hold the ring can be so efficient.

Through perspective, Valerie has completed the transformation of the room, and it doesn't seem to be temporary. Now she is sitting on the sofa, holding a laptop on her lap, apparently playing a game.

The Martian Hunter looked away. At present, Valerie did not show any danger to the earth. He did not need to take any action for the time being, but he already took her seriously in his heart.

The green skin changed again like water, and this time he turned into a young and handsome white policeman.

This time, the communication with V did not yield many clues, but weighing the heavy Oreo in his hand, Martian Hunter still showed a satisfied smile.

It's not without gain.

Press the brim of the hat, and the Martian Hunter disappears on the spot, just like evaporation.

...

Valerie felt a little tingling as she looked at the surveillance footage on her notebook.

This thing is green and its color scheme makes it look like a bug, although it doesn't look disgusting.

Valerie had just arrived in the metropolis and hadn't even sat down when she encountered aliens checking the water meter. This incident made Valerie's alarm bells go off.

If Valerie hadn't been careful and installed a number of hidden cameras she made herself at the door, she wouldn't even know that this guy was a green-skinned alien in disguise.

"V, what's wrong with you?" Helena came out of the room and looked at Valerie's wrinkled face and asked nervously.

"Nothing." After all, they were traveling, and Valerie didn't want to spoil the fun, so she didn't tell Helena. "I was just scared by the cockroach."

"Are there cockroaches in this big hotel?" Helena looked at the clean decoration in surprise.

"It's the cockroaches on the Internet. These netizens always like to post some bizarre things on the Internet." Valerie closed her notebook. "Do you want to take a break and go for a walk? I heard that there is a very prosperous pedestrian street in the metropolis."

"Yes, I also saw a very large Ferris wheel." Helena looked out the floor-to-ceiling window.

The Ferris wheel is located in the center of the metropolis and is a very conspicuous landmark that attracted Helena at the first sight when she entered the city.

"Ferris wheel..." Valerie touched her notebook and looked out the window.

If this were a movie, the conspicuous Ferris wheel would surely be blown up soon due to the evil plan of some villain, right?

Valerie pulled up the memo in her field of vision, added a note to it, then turned to look at Helena with a smile: "It's already included in the plan, let's go together after dinner."

NO21. Someone is about to fall

Regret, very regretful.

This was the first time in Valerie's two lives that she went shopping with a girl. She didn't expect Helena to be so energetic.

Helena's family was not poor, and she was paid for working for Valerie, so she spent her own money.

But she didn't have a strong desire to buy things. She just took Valerie to shop aimlessly on the pedestrian street, and would only buy a product if she was interested in it.

Since Valerie had a very convenient extra-dimensional pocket, it wasn't immediately clear how much they'd bought, except that by the time they finally sat down at the café to rest, it was almost dark.

Valerie didn't feel physically tired, but she felt that this kind of aimless shopping was too boring. This boring behavior lasted for three hours at a high intensity, and even she found it unbearable.

Valerie herself also likes shopping, but she buys things with a more purposeful mindset. Once she decides what she wants to buy, she will go straight to the target, and at most she will take a liking to something along the way.

The waiter brought a cup of coffee, which was the iced American coffee that Valerie ordered. She always wanted to drink something iced when she was in a bad mood.

Helena ordered a cup of normal hot coffee. She drank it in small sips, her face rosy, and it was obvious that she was in a good mood.

"Shall we go ride the Ferris wheel later? The night view should be nice." Valerie looked at Helena's leisurely appearance, and her irritability disappeared. She felt a sense of accomplishment in taking care of her daughter.

"Yes, I haven't seen the stars for more than a month." Helena looked out the window. It was not completely dark yet, and there was only a faintly visible moon in the turbid sky.

"And...how about the circus? Let's go there to see the circus tomorrow." Valerie took out another map and pointed to a place.

"Speaking of circuses, Gotham should have a Flying Grayson tour recently, right?" Helena suggested.

"The flying ones...ah, the ones handing out flyers everywhere?" Valerie also remembered. She heard that it was a world-famous circus. "That's true. We should watch their performance before coming out."

“There should be many more performances with such a star team.” Helena was not too anxious.

"Just hope they don't run into some psychopath in Gotham going crazy," Valerie joked.

"The gangs will most likely ask for protection money or something like that..." Helena was seriously thinking about the possibility.

"I was just joking." Seeing Helena's serious look, Valerie shook her hands.

She thought it was just a circus performance and it would only last for a few days before leaving, so no one should bother these people.

After finishing their drinks, they walked slowly towards the Ferris wheel. As one of the landmarks of the city, the neon lights on the Ferris wheel could be seen clearly even from their position.

Terrorist attacks like those in the movies don't happen overnight. The activities of super criminals in this world are not very active yet, so they lined up and got on the Ferris wheel smoothly.

Maybe because it was not a normal holiday, there were not many people in the queue. There were only six or seven people in front of Valerie, including a young beauty and a white-haired old man.

Normally, it was none of her business what happened to other people, but Valerie noticed that the young beauty seemed to have a lot of electronic devices on her.

If it wasn't the stun gun used to attack the old man, it could have been a recorder from a reporter or spy.

Even though she had received a show of force from the green-skinned alien as soon as she arrived in Metropolis, at least he had come to her personally. It was the fact that she could encounter a suspected secret operation just by standing in line that made her realize that this city was not as stable as it seemed.

Valerie didn't intend to care about this matter. This kind of thing was not a big deal in Gotham, not to mention that they were three carriages away from these two people.

After getting on the car, the staff closed the door of the Ferris wheel. With the creaking sound of gears, the car that Valerie and Helena were riding in rose steadily.

The bustling night scene of the metropolis gradually faded into the distance, the traffic was connected into a line, and the only thing that remained huge was the mountains in the distance.

Valerie narrowed her eyes. She did not activate any abilities. At this point, the height of the Ferris wheel could no longer make her feel emotional. She was just simply enjoying the peace and not having to be on edge.

Helena was looking forward to the Ferris wheel, but when it actually started, she found that it was not as fun as the floating car she drove every day.

The feeling of being disappointed with her imagination made Helena a little depressed, especially because her senses were sharp and she could hear people arguing in other carriages, which further disturbed her interest.

But seeing how relaxed and comfortable Valerie looked, she felt a sense of accomplishment in raising her daughter, so she wasn't too disappointed.

The most photo-worthy time of a Ferris wheel is when it reaches the highest point. Most people would prepare their cameras or mobile phones before that, but the two women in the car did not move.

Looking at the gradually rising trajectory of the Ferris wheel beside her, Helena's brows furrowed more and more. The noise in the other carriages became louder and louder, and it seemed that a fight had already started.

The carriage somewhere far above their heads began to shake, affecting even them; they could feel the vibration.

"Did they fight?" Helena couldn't help it anymore, so she asked Valerie.

"Maybe the reporter or the spy was discovered." Valerie guessed.

"What..." Helena had never heard Valerie talk about this.

The noise above was getting more and more intense, and the box was shaking. It was more than sixty meters from here to the bottom, and if it fell accidentally, the consequences would be disastrous.

"Do you want to stop it?" Helena asked Valerie.

"We are not superheroes. What they do has nothing to do with us." Valerie looked indifferent.

Helena kept her mouth shut. She knew that Valerie liked to talk about interests when doing things, even if it made her seem cold.

But she did not have any dissatisfaction with Valerie because after spending nearly two months together, she had gotten to know Valerie's personality better.

"Crack!"

Just then, the sound of a window breaking was heard, and Helena quickly turned her head to look higher.

As expected, above the carriage they were in, a blonde woman screamed and fell along with the broken glass.

The sudden change made Helena sit up worriedly, but before she could do anything, she realized that the door in front of her was suddenly opened.

Valerie, who had just said it had nothing to do with me, had already rushed out of the box. She was wearing jet shoes and she was like an airplane, hitting the blonde beauty who was still falling.

Helena gripped the railing behind the chair and breathed a sigh of relief.

She knew that V's selfishness was only in words and he was a good person at heart.

NO22. On the Ferris Wheel

Valerie jumped out of the car, not only using jet boots, but also the double jump ability brought by her leg prosthesis, changing direction in the air, flying to the side of the falling beauty, and stretched out her arms to hug her.

The blonde was still screaming as she fell, and when she came to her senses, she was carried to a car on the other side of the Ferris wheel.

"You're such a bother. You interrupted my rare rest." Valerie put her on the shaking carriage and asked, "Are you a reporter?"

The blond reporter who was put down noticed that he was still in the air without any protection. He was so scared that he leaned over and lay on the roof of the carriage, as if he could not hear what Valerie was saying.

"Forget it, we'll talk about it later." Realizing that she couldn't ask any effective questions, Valerie opened the door of the carriage and threw the blonde reporter inside.

Fortunately, there was no one in this carriage, so no innocent passers-by were implicated.

After making sure the young reporter was safe, Valerie stood up again and looked up at the carriage that was about to reach its highest point. A white-haired old man poked his head out from behind the broken door.

The old man was fat and looked like a gourd. He was obviously not someone a normal woman could contend with. No wonder he could knock the blonde reporter down.

The old man looked down at Valerie. As a man of normal intelligence, he obviously knew that this was a superhuman who could not be confronted head-on, so he shrank back into the car.

But retracting the car didn't mean anything. Since she was not familiar with the operation of the jet boots, Valerie chose the double jump, which she was more proficient in, and parkoured on the top of the cars of the Ferris wheel.

The old man had shrunk into the corner of the carriage, but the high-altitude environment limited his range of movement and he had nowhere to hide. A heavy "bang" sound came from the roof of the carriage, and it seemed that the mysterious guy had landed on the roof of his carriage.

Where will she come from next? What should I do?

The old man had already prepared himself to be arrested or silenced. He was originally a black glove to remove the troublemaker for the person behind him. Having said that, he was targeted on the Ferris wheel after failing. This was obviously not what the person behind him wanted to see.

While calling another accomplice for help, he was also on guard against women who might rush in through the left or right doors at any time.

But unlike what was imagined, the woman did not come in from the left or right doors. Instead, a small white hand punched through the roof of the car, and then pried open the carport with a force that was completely inconsistent with her appearance, as if she was prying open a crab shell.

The old man looked up in disbelief, staring blankly at the face with sunglasses under the red hair.

"It's you, right? Let me see... Cameron?" Valerie stared at the old man's face and simply opened the box.

"I..." Before the old man could finish his words, Valerie had already grabbed his collar and lifted up his fat body like a rabbit.

"Are you two here to target me? You want to intimidate me? Otherwise, why did you kill people not earlier or later, but when I was riding the Ferris wheel?" Valerie opened her golden eyes wide under her sunglasses, her tone full of resentment.

It's so rare to find the good mood that one should have when traveling, but it's all ruined.