I, V, Gotham Legend

"It doesn't matter. If you want to leave, I can let you go." Valerie spoke again. She calculated the time and the circus performance was about to begin. "If you want to cause trouble next, stay away from this circus."

Is there anything in the circus?

Amanda, who had been monitoring everything, remembered this important information and planned to send another normal and professional agent to take a look.

"Promise her not to waste time."

After receiving Amanda's instructions, Deathstroke relaxed a lot, but he still climbed up from the roof of the low building vigilantly and carefully dismantled the sniper rifle that was enough to be called a cannon.

He was going to stuff the thing back into his backpack.

"I hope the next time we meet it won't be so tense." Deathstroke, who was still confronting Valerie, also relaxed. He lowered his head and carried the unconscious Captain Boomerang.

"After you finish this job, you can come to my next life. It's a good place to take commissions." Valerie raised her lips, "Aren't you also a mercenary?"

"Oh?" Deathstroke was surprised. "Tell me this? You should know that the government is monitoring me."

"I'm so scared." Valerie stuck out her tongue again in disdain.

NO34. Lex Luthor

The criminal team was finally able to leave. Deathstroke simply bandaged Captain Boomerang's foot and planned to carry him out of the alley directly, until Valerie reminded him, then he took the toe and walked with him.

The Death Shooter had already packed up his malfunctioning sniper rifle and left from the other end of the roof of the low-rise, where their evacuation vehicle was.

When Deathstroke finally carried Harkness out of the alley, Deadshot just happened to drive back. He drove a van that was specially prepared by his superiors.

Valerie watched them leave quickly and had no mood to stay here, so she stepped out of the alley and walked towards the circus where the queue was getting longer and longer.

This conflict started and ended inexplicably.

Deathstroke threw Harkness into the van, then got in swiftly and closed the door.

Although the action was tried to be covert, the sight of a man carrying another person with a bleeding gauze tied around his toe still surprised the few witnesses. They could only hope that Amanda behind the scenes could settle the matter.

"What are you doing? Under the circumstances, you should have taken him away as secretly as possible. That woman's attention is all on me!" Death Shooter drove the car, as if reprimanding.

"At worst there will be a fight, and besides, there wasn't even a fight." Deathstroke didn't seem worried. He tied up the still unconscious Harkness with a safety belt.

"Slade, I don't care what you did in the past, but now that we are together, we are teammates." Deadshot Floyd Lawton said sternly, "You missed the best opportunity to evacuate and almost got us involved in the battle again. There was no need for that thug's toes to be cut off."

This is not about losing money, but when Valerie climbed the wall to find Deadshot, the newly arrived Deathstroke could take Harkness away. Deadshot was also far away and happened to be near the evacuation vehicle, so they could take the opportunity to escape.

But Deathstroke chose to throw away his weapon to attract V's attention, putting himself and Harkness in danger. According to the rules set by Amanda, teammates cannot be abandoned before they are confirmed dead. Deadshot was forced to stay, and his plan of escaping unscathed was shattered.

"So, I saved your life, mate." Deathstroke said coldly, "Do you think we are a harmonious and friendly team? We were just forced together to receive the so-called goods. For those who manipulate us, the goods are the most important. Do you understand?"

The informant did not show up in the agreed alley, but Valerie, an extraordinary person, happened to appear nearby. Deathstroke naturally thought that he should confirm the clues of the mission from her first.

The point of dispute between the two was whether to prioritize teammates or tasks. This time they were lucky not to continue fighting with V, but if they encountered a similar situation next time and the opponent happened to be a brutal person, what should they do?

"Then keep fighting. The worst that can happen is we'll be killed." Deathstroke had already prepared himself for this.

"You'll get us into trouble."

"You are not important to me, not to mention that I negotiated for a safe evacuation. There is no point in arguing about this now - let's be real, what clues do you have about the thing we are looking for?" Deathstroke got back to the point. For him, this was the only important matter.

"...I found some dry dirt that doesn't match the local soil." As he said this, the Deadshot stepped on the brakes because he arrived at a traffic light intersection.

"Did you determine there was a foreigner like in a detective novel?" Deathstroke looked out the window.

"There's too much soil. It doesn't look like it was accidentally brought in by outsiders." Death Shooter looked up at the signal light, "I just happened to hear that..."

He stopped talking halfway because, through the mirror of the van, he saw a car driving in the opposite direction and approaching them from the left.

"We're being targeted." Deathstroke, who had been sitting in the back row, also noticed something unusual. He pressed the button on his headphones, intending to wake up the unconscious Harkness.

The truck stopped next to the van, and the passenger rolled down the window and reached out to knock on the door on the Death Shooter's side.

Death Shooter rolled down the window in silence: "Don't you people in Metropolis like to obey traffic rules?"

"Luther says hello to you." As he said that, the man lay down, and the man sitting in the driver's seat next to him raised the rocket launcher and pointed it at this side.

......

As the most important enterprise in the metropolis, the headquarters of Lex Group is very easy to find.

The clay-faced man disguised as Rurik, an employee of the group, walked into the building silently, carrying a metal briefcase. He wanted to understand the person he was pretending to be so that he could live as this person in the future.

He pushed open the door and walked stealthily towards the company notice board posted in the lobby. Such large companies were thoughtful enough to prepare maps, and he already knew where to go through the information on his work badge.

Just as he was observing the map nonchalantly, a voice that seemed to be trying to hold back laughter suddenly rang out: "Paul Rurik? I thought you had already taken the money the CIA gave you and ran away."

The Clay-faced Man turned around and saw a bald man sitting at the front desk. Behind him, a neatly dressed female employee was looking a little restless.

Even though his IQ and memory were not as good as before, Clayface still recognized this famous figure, the chairman of LexCorp, the world-famous Lex Luthor.

Looking at Luther's shiny head, he couldn't help but think of the photo of this guy he saw on the street before. He still looked like he had a Mediterranean look.

"Or has it become an image favored by God? I mean, made of clay." Luther stood up from the front desk with a half-smile on his face.

The staff behind him didn't understand yet, but the Clayface Man felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. He understood what Luther was referring to.

"Don't worry, I'm not angry at what you did. I expected you to come back here. Rather, I was waiting for you." As there were outsiders present, Luther spoke vaguely. He stretched out his hand to the Clayface Man, "I've been observing you for a long time. Can you give me my box back?"

The Clayface Man didn't understand what was going on. He felt like he was being tricked, but he didn't feel it was real. Looking at the hand Luther stretched out, he had no choice but to hand over the box in his hand.

Luther took the box and finally couldn't help laughing. It was a genuine sense of pride at seeing everything going so well.

"Come with me, Carlo." He called out the Clayface's real name accurately, "I'll take you to see something fun."

NO35. Get to work

Baso Carroll followed in Lex Luthor's footsteps, and they took the elevator to the basement. Along the way, Luthor pushed away anyone who approached, and seemed not to be worried at all that the Clayface would suddenly attack.

"I've been observing you for a long time, since before you came to Metropolis." Luther walked in front and chatted with him in a familiar manner. "And after you came to Metropolis, who have you pretended to be, where do you like to throw away your trash, and your favorite movies - of course I know you don't really like them, but you do contribute a lot to the box office."

The Clayface has been living as secretly as possible, but Luther still reveals basic information about him as if he knew everything about him.

"Of course, I won't do anything to you, especially since you are a human being." Luther walked in front, and they passed through a corridor with a very high-tech feel until a door that looked heavier than a bank safe door appeared in front of them.

Luther walked to the door, took out a black key card from the pocket of his expensive suit, and gently swiped it on the instrument.

The door seemed to come to life as the outermost intertwined locks popped open, allowing light to filter into the dark space of the room.

"Honestly, it's surprising that you can cooperate so well. Although I know there's something wrong with your brain, I still didn't expect you to be so unguarded." Luther still spoke in a happy conversational tone, as if he wasn't talking about such a tense topic.

The Clayface who had been silent all this time finally spoke up: "Since I came into this company, I have only been able to do what you said."

He realized that his intellectual and memory decline was not unusual, especially after he entered this company. Luther had been hinting that his coming here was not accidental.

"Hahaha! It seems your brain hasn't completely turned to mud yet!" Luther was very satisfied with the Clayface's tact. "Human, what a perfect word. We have been multiplying on Earth for hundreds of millions of years before we established our absolute status among all living things."

"I am proud of being an ordinary human being. After thousands of years, we still occupy all the land on the earth. This absolute status among the groups cannot be shaken by just a few flying aliens or diving freaks."

The heavy door opened, and Carlo finally saw what was behind it.

It was a shark, or rather a sturdy man who looked like a shark. His body was wrapped in layers of chains of unknown material and several tubes were inserted into his body, as if he was being injected with some suspicious drugs.

The shark man closed his eyes, as if he was sleeping, but he would tremble occasionally, which made it clear that he was still alive.

The Clayface stepped back in fear, staggered and fell into Luther's arms, but was straightened by Luther holding his shoulders.

"Don't worry, you won't become like this." Luther said behind the frightened Clayface.

"I don't mind powerful aliens sharing the sweet air of Earth with us, as long as they behave themselves." Luther's fingers pinched Carlo's shoulders, as if massaging them. "Of course, the honesty I require is not to the extent of just asking those people to swear to God. What should be done should be decided by me."

As he spoke, Luther let go of Carlo. He took a few steps forward and placed the metal box on the table. "It's not that easy to clip the wings of the God of the World. Fortunately, I have collected a lot of good things. Do you want to see what's in this box?"

The metal box was the one that the man who was swallowed by Carlo had held before. He seemed to want to sell the things in the box to someone, but he had the bad luck to meet Carlo...or maybe it was not luck, he was just tricked by Luther.

Luther licked his fingers, then slid the combination lock neatly. This box, which was made of a large amount of lead, was not high-tech at all. It was just a loading box for transactions.

Luther opened the box like a suitcase, then stepped back like a magician pulling back a curtain so that the Clayface could see the contents of the box.

It was an orange and yellow chip, about the size of a palm.

If Valerie were here, she would be able to see that this was the network access pod that the Martian Manhunter showed her that day.

"The government liked it so much that they hired your predecessor to steal it... and by predecessor I mean the person who used the name Paul Rurik, even though that was his real name."

Luther reached out his hand again, but did not touch the chip: "This thing is like a computer. In short, it can be connected to the Internet. It is simply alien technology. What do you think?"

"What do you want me to do?" Carlo, whose intelligence had dropped significantly and who could not figure out Luther's thoughts, simply asked directly.

"Hehe, the government has formed a group of so-called superhuman suicide squads to do things that sound unjust, but in fact, I still quite agree with this approach of holding superhumans in their hands - provided that they don't point the gun at me."

Luther closed the box and looked up at Carlo. "Work for me, little brother with mud face. I don't think you will refuse. In fact, you have already hung your work badge around your neck."

...

Deadshot carried Harkness on his shoulders as they navigated the maze of alleyways in Metropolis, his clothes soaked with blood.

Captain Boomerang on his back screamed in pain, not just because of his toe. In the attack just now, he was hit by a stray bullet and there might be a few bullets left in his body.

"Fuck you! I shouldn't have come out with you!" Harkness screamed through gritted teeth. He cursed his two teammates, "You actually want to kill me, right? To settle a personal grudge? Just because you hate me?"

"Shut up, we are in the same boat." Death Shooter interrupted Harkness irritably. He was trying to get to the hotel through the complex terrain according to the map in his memory.

The government-provided van was overturned after blocking only a few rockets. The seriously injured Death Shooter tried his best to gather his strength, but only found Harkness in a sea of ​​fire, while the whereabouts of Deathstroke was unknown.

There was also a problem with the headphones. Amanda could blow their heads off at any time. Luther's men were also blocking the alleys and could come out and fire a volley of bullets at any time. Even Dead Shot himself was hit by a few bullets.

The legendary Superman did not show up, perhaps he was busy with other things. With Luthor's power, he could easily create a bigger event to divert the attention of the superheroes.

The Dead Shooter felt that it was becoming increasingly difficult to breathe, and his waist was aching. It might be that his wound was tearing, and the loss of blood and physical strength made his eyelids increasingly heavy.

He finally couldn't help it and jumped into a garden after turning another corner.

"I need to...rest for a while." Deadshot put Harkness down.

"Hey, hey, hey! Brother! What are you doing? You can't die here!" Harkness screamed. He saw that something was wrong with the Death Shooter. "Damn it, I can't run alone now!"

NO36. Not mine

This is a flower bed in the middle of an alley, or it would be more appropriate to say a dead end, except that both sides of the dead end are unobstructed, so it can be said to be spacious, but it is not really hidden.

Deadshot was slumped over on the flower bed, his back against the wall, looking almost asleep, and Harkness was thrown not far in front of him, lying on the ground.

The Death Shooter left a trail of blood along the way as he fled. It was only a matter of time before he was caught by pursuers. Staying here was not a good choice.

Harkness was shot in the abdomen and legs. He only had simple hemostasis treatment and his whole body was in pain when he moved, let alone escape.

"Damn it, you might as well not wake me up!" He complained as he struggled to unbutton his coat, trying to hold the weapon in his hand so that he would feel more at ease.

Luther's men seemed to have calculated that Death Shooter would evacuate from this alley, and they encountered many enemies who suddenly appeared along the way.

If it weren't for the superb skills of Harkness and Deadshot, they might not have been simply seriously injured.

The pain made Harkness a little dazed, but he was in much better condition than Floyd beside him. He struggled to pull out a boomerang from his clothes, gritted his teeth and stared at the places where people might come from.

“If you survive this time, you’ll have to apologize for treating me badly.” Harkness spoke in a low voice, also to keep himself awake.

There was a constant buzzing sound in his ears caused by dizziness, and he held his breath and stared, allowing himself to distinguish the ambient sounds around him.

There was the sound of gravel being kicked up by footsteps, and although it might have been due to the tinnitus, Harkness felt that the sound came from all directions.

He narrowed his eyes, spat out a mouthful of blood foam, and stared at the intersection. He could already see the shadows of people stretched by the setting sun.

There are people coming from both sides. They should have seen their accomplices on the opposite side and are probably stopping there to discuss how to advance.

Harkness took the initiative and threw out a boomerang. The metal dart flew out with a sound of breaking through the air, but did not hit anyone and flew straight into the sky.

Luther's men hiding in the corners on both sides looked at each other, and then they finally rushed out from the corner, pointing their pistols at Harkness who was already at the end of his rope.

"Hehe, cough." Harkness spat out a mouthful of blood, then lay on the ground as if accepting his fate, only raising his right hand.

The two parties didn't know what he was doing. They kept their distance and pointed their guns at Harkness: "Give up resistance, we can still give you a quick death."

“That’s a shame.” Harkness showed his bloodstained teeth. “I resisted.”

As he finished speaking, the thugs with guns heard a sound of breaking air behind them. Before they turned around, the spinning dart had already hit the first man's head.

With the sound of a watermelon being hit by a hammer, the boomerang knocked the first person unconscious, then bounced off the person's strong skull and hit the second person's head.

Just like that, the boomerang shuttled through the crowd like a bouncy ball until it returned to Harkness's hand, hitting almost every one of the seven or eight thugs standing in front of him.

"That was so cool." Harkness coughed again, and then his hand holding the boomerang fell to the ground weakly.