I, V, Gotham Legend

Harlin thought she was lucky not to attract attention, and she immediately closed the door as if nothing had happened.

The white-haired man Slade walked to the end of the corridor alone, opened the room on the right, and walked in calmly.

"Have you completed your shopping, one-eyed man?" A frivolous voice sounded. Slade looked up and saw an uncle wearing a blue cotton hat looking at him teasingly.

"The informant is ready to deliver the goods at the circus," Slade said dully.

As a big mercenary known as "Death Knell", Slade Wilson has always been used to working alone, but this time he was completely forced to cooperate with these people.

Last Christmas, Slade accepted a commission from the Joker disguised as Black Mask to assassinate Batman, but he was defeated after a fierce battle and was sent to prison instead.

What was originally waiting for him was a trial, followed by a long prison sentence, and then he would find an opportunity to escape from prison. This is how he spent his 20-year career.

But not long after the Joker riot, an obese black woman suddenly came up. She put on official airs and threw a contract in front of Slade in prison.

The government wants to recruit capable super criminals to form a super suicide squad, and Slade is one of the targeted people.

The black woman named Amanda asked Deathstroke to work for her in exchange for her freedom.

Slade agreed. He didn't take Amanda seriously. After being released, he could escape at any time with his ability.

But shortly after he signed his name, he was suddenly attacked by Amanda's men and anesthetized with a drug that was enough to make an elephant unconscious.

Later, when he woke up again, he was tied up in a small dark room with two other people.

Amanda explains the situation to them over a radio, saying that the government has planted bombs in their heads to make sure they won't betray.

They will be sent to various places to complete secret missions that have a high mortality rate or are inconvenient for the government to appear. If the mission is completed well, the government will release them at its discretion.

This was just Amanda's fantasy. Based on Slade's understanding of these people, it was unlikely that they would ever be truly free.

"Are you listening to me?" After saying the next action but not getting a response, Slade couldn't help but glare at the teammates assigned to him by Amanda.

"Don't be so serious. We are just receiving a package. There is no need to act like we are doing some evil smuggling commission." The man in the hat turned around and said nonchalantly.

The man's name was George Harkness. Compared to his other teammate, Slade had never heard of his name. It was said that he was a robber from Central City who was good at boomerangs.

"Where's that guy with the gun?" Deathstroke gave up talking to the distracted Harkness and asked about the location of another teammate.

"Outside, maybe on an air conditioner?" Harkness pointed to the window with his chin. "He claimed to be on sentry duty, but I guess he was checking his watch, missing a family member... Don't blame me, he looks like his whole family has died."

Slade ignored Harkness's joke, he passed the guy and walked towards the window, but just as he passed the coffee table, Slade's eyes were attracted by a flyer on the coffee table.

"What's that?" Slade asked, pointing at the flyer.

"This?" Harkness slid from the sofa to the coffee table. "A group of missionaries knocked on my door and gave it to me. I was feeling a bit bored so I took it."

"You let outsiders into this room?" asked Deathstroke.

This is why he rarely forms a team, as there are always teammates who hold them back or even drag them down.

"It's not like they entered. They were just standing at the entrance at most." Harkness shrugged, looking indifferent.

Slade resisted the urge to attack, as Amanda had specifically threatened them not to engage in infighting.

"Hey, man, you look like you're really angry. I'm not stupid enough to let someone into the house who I'm not sure of." Harkness held up the flyer and handed it to Deathstroke. "This is really interesting. It doesn't promote any serious religion."

Slade glanced down and saw that the front of the flyer had only a conspicuous inverted triangle with a huge "S" drawn inside it.

...

"Superman is the Messiah, he is the god sent by God to save us!"

At the entrance of the cinema, Valerie and Helena were stopped by a weird old lady who frantically tried to hand flyers to the two women.

"Yeah, okay, can you let us through?" Valerie took the flyer and said perfunctorily but patiently.

It’s not that Valerie has become gentler, but mainly because the lady seems to be driving at about the same average speed as herself. Who would argue with an old person who is about to be buried?

After finally getting the old man out of the way, Valerie was finally able to enter the cinema with her little follower as she wished, each of them holding a flyer in their hands.

"Superman still has supporters." Helena lowered her head and flipped through the flyers, staring at Valerie's back and following her closely.

"It would be strange if no one supports such a good person." Although Valerie also lowered her head, she was not looking at the flyers. She was using the flyers to fold paper airplanes.

"I thought the majority of people who would support Superman would be young people."

"Of course, but young people don't make the people they support into gods in the flyers they distribute." Valerie folded a very gorgeous airplane, but she didn't seem very satisfied.

"God..." Helena recalled the scene last night when Superman easily lifted up the falling carriage, and how Superman remained calm after being offended by the crowd. "Maybe he really is."

Valerie gave Helena a strange look: "Don't you hate religion and stuff?"

Helena's devout parents died on the cross, so she has always scoffed at religion.

"Compared to those illusory things, the people who can appear directly and save the people can be considered real gods." Helena expressed her opinion.

"So, I am also a god." Valerie raised her head, revealing her slender white neck. "The god who charges fees is also a god. Hurry up and offer your piety! Miss V will bless all of you!"

Helena looked at Valerie's proud look and felt a strange sense of pleasure in her heart: "Okay, V-Gate."

Helena's cooperative attitude towards teasing the child made Valerie feel a little embarrassed, so she had to wave her hand and said, "Forget it."

While they were talking, they had already walked to the ticket office of the cinema. The Internet in this world was not as developed as it was in Valerie's previous life, so the only way to watch a movie was offline.

They had chosen this cinema on purpose; it was across the street from the circus and would fit in perfectly with their travel plans.

NO30. Old acquaintance

After more than a decade of deconstruction by major film directors, the murder of the Waynes has been basically filmed to pieces, and this movie is also a very clichéd romance.

Helena found it very boring. She could guess the next part after watching the first part, especially since almost everyone knew the ending of the Waynes, it was hard for her to have anything worth looking forward to in this movie.

But Valerie was very excited to watch. She stared at every frame very carefully, recalling the scenes she had seen when she was part of the protection crew - although not many.

Valerie admired the crew's angle-finding skills and remembered that the busy police and cordon were not far away from them during filming.

This kind of scene-hopping feeling was wonderful, especially when she saw the hero and heroine hugging each other in a desert environment and swearing to die together in this life, she was shaking with excitement.

If I remember correctly, not long after this scene was filmed, Valerie personally pulled out the Clayface Man, and the couple who had just embraced Mei fled out of the studio in a panic like a frightened bird.

Seeing Valerie's excitement about the love scenes, Helena would have thought that the emotionless Miss V was in love if she hadn't told her in person the reason why she watched the movie.

"Will other people in the crew watch this movie the same way as you?" Helena asked suddenly. The movie was not interesting and she also wanted to join in Valerie's memories.

"That should be the case. After all, I know the plot by heart..." Valerie thought.

They spoke in low voices so as not to disturb other audience members, and they could still communicate normally with their hearing.

When the movie reached its climax, the audience yawned.

A woman sitting in the front row of the cinema nervously stuffed popcorn into her mouth mechanically. She stared at the screen with empty eyes, but she seemed absent-minded.

She could taste the food in her mouth, an achievement that would have been unimaginable just two weeks ago, but now food no longer excited her.

[Clayface] Basil Caro successfully escaped from the Joker's prison riot. He initially disguised himself as a frozen homeless man he met on the roadside and traveled around the United States.

On the way to escape to Metropolis, Clayface accidentally developed his abilities further. By extracting DNA, his body can perfectly copy the cells of other people and truly become someone else.

That is the true meaning of turning back into a human being, not only in terms of taste and smell, but also in terms of body temperature, fingerprints and blood.

In order to live a normal life, the Clayface Man would kill that person each time he transformed into someone else, and then take over that person's life until he was discovered.

Although he was discovered several times, he quickly changed his identity and escaped each time. Overall, his new life was going smoothly until a week ago, when he suddenly found himself becoming forgetful.

At first he just took it as a normal situation, as people tend to forget things sometimes, but then, in his daily life, Clayface found himself in a mess.

He felt that his thinking was not as good as before, and he would occasionally confuse the person he was playing, and might even confuse his previous roles as an actor.

In addition, as time went by, there were more and more things he couldn't remember. He remembered that he was kidnapped by someone when he was a child, but this unforgettable memory was only left with this impression.

All these facts made the Clayface Man realize that although his clay body gave him abilities beyond those of mortals, it was also depriving him of everything he once had as a mortal. This time it was not just a matter of identity.

His intelligence, his memory, and his hatred are all being eroded. If this continues, Clayface will sooner or later forget everything about himself, even his own name, and turn into a complete monster.

Although the uneasy future is far away, it is foreseeable, which makes the Clayface Man unable to hold back his acting skills. Recently, many of the original body's acquaintances have realized that something is wrong.

In order to relieve stress and to stabilize his gradually collapsing self, Clayface has been watching the movie that ruined his life every day these days.

At first he could still recall the pain and hatred of being burned by the fire, as well as the humiliation when his assassination plan was interrupted, but gradually, his heart became numb.

Especially when he thought of the blue-haired mercenary, he couldn't even bring up the hatred. This fear might never be forgotten.

The Clayface Man finished the last bite of popcorn with a tasteless look. He didn't want to watch any more. After looking around, he stood up from his seat, hunched over and walked out of the cinema.

Life was bleak, and he even felt that his residence was under surveillance, so he needed to prepare some escape routes in advance.

Since it was still a weekday, there were not many people in either the cinema or the circus opposite it.

The Mud-Faced Man crossed the street and deliberately went to alleys and other places where there were few people. In addition to making it easier to attack the target when he met him, he might also attract thugs like fishing.

The gangsters in Metropolis are not as diverse as those in Gotham. They are generally easier to play and can serve as a transition before obtaining the next decent long-term identity.

The clay-faced man was wrapped in a turban and looked skinny, but he had an expensive luxury bag slung around his waist, and it looked as if "someone come and rob me" was written on his face.

But he did not find the gangster he was looking for. When he crossed an alley and arrived at the backyard of the circus, the Clayface Man saw a man in a suit and tie. He was holding a box and leaning against the wall, looking around.

This is the only guy I met along the way.

Visually, this person's mental state is normal and he doesn't look like he's in danger, but the Clayface Man's special senses allow him to hear that his heartbeat is nervous.

"Hey, who are you? What are you doing here!" When the man saw the clay-faced man, he immediately stood up from the wall and shouted warily.

This man doesn't look like an ordinary person, and Clayface wonders whether to kill him.

The man frowned, he didn't hear any response to the secret code.

"This is not the place you should be in!" The man thought the woman was just an ordinary person who had strayed in, and he shouted to drive her away.

The clay-faced man shook his head: "Forget it..."

His body turned into a ball of mud, like a giant snake, which sprang up from where he was standing and swallowed the man whole before he could react in front of its horrified eyes.

The mud ball wrapped into a ball and fell heavily to the ground, then regrouped and turned into the shape of the man who had just been swallowed.

The Clayface twisted his neck and adjusted to his new body. His intelligence was greatly weakened, and he was too lazy to consider the cost of killing people or even becoming a weird person.

Now he just thought that this man looked quite rich, and he should be able to have a good life if he became his father.

The man's body was kneaded into a meatball inside his body. He planned to find a place to throw away the garbage and live in place of the man.

The clay-faced man picked up the box the man was holding. It was unexpectedly light and locked. He didn't know what was in it, but it had nothing to do with him anymore.

The Clayface's fingers turned into a ball of mud, and a crumpled work card came out of his body. It belonged to the unfortunate man who had just been killed.

The man's identity was clearly written on it: Paul Rurik of Lex Group.

The clay-faced man tilted his head, picked up the box, and walked out of the alley in silence.

NO31. So fast

An hour later, the sky had turned a little yellow, and the shadows in the alley were stretched to extremely long lengths.

The man wearing red glasses knelt on one knee in the alley. He carefully stretched out two fingers and picked up a layer of dry soil on the ground.

"Are you still investigating? Brother Floyd, no matter how you look at it, we've been stood up. None of those government agents are reliable." Another man with a blue hat and red hair in the alley looked at the man with glasses and said nonchalantly.

"I don't like you calling me by my first name, calling me Deadshot." Floyd Lawton stood up from the ground and took off his red monocle.

"Yo, yo, 'I don't like you calling me by my first name!'" Harkness pouted and imitated Deadshot's tone. "Okay, bro, what did you find?"

"A troublesome thing has also arrived, but unfortunately we don't know who the delivery person is." Death Shooter has never seen Clayface, but he has heard of this super criminal.

"Listen, 'Troublesome things are coming'. I'm not saying this, Sagittarius man, how did your unfortunate wife fall in love with your boring personality like a mummy?"

Deadshot glared at Harkness's face and almost attacked.

"We're in trouble."

At this moment, the voice of the last teammate, Deathstroke Slade, who was taking a walk, suddenly rang out through the headset, interrupting the situation that was about to break out.

Deadshot and Harkness looked at each other. They did not continue the internal fight. The atmosphere between the two was quiet for a while. Finally, it was Deadshot who pressed the communication button.

"What happened?"

"Humph, after waiting for so long, I thought you guys had been eliminated." It sounded like Deathstroke was ready to strike alone at any time. "In the cinema, an acquaintance, he looked like he was in disguise."

"Acquaintance?" Death Shooter chewed on the word. He put on his red monocular lens again, climbed up the wall behind him lightly, and jumped to a position with a higher field of vision.

Deadshot looked across a circus towards the cinema, and then looked in the direction given by Deathstroke.

"Hey, is the view there good? Don't fall to your death!" Harkness shouted while looking up at the Death Shooter. He had no intention of participating in the reconnaissance.

Deadshot ignored his noisy teammates and asked Deathstroke through the communication: "Male or female? Do you think I know her?"