I, V, Gotham Legend

Most of the thugs fell down, but a few of them just staggered, then rubbed their dizzy heads and stared at Harkness who was gasping for breath.

He was already exhausted, and lying on the ground he couldn't exert proper force, so knocking a few people out was the limit of his resistance.

At least he didn't die like a waste.

The thugs had been enraged by Harkness's resistance. This time, they were ready to shoot the two outsiders. Harkness watched helplessly as the thugs loaded their bullets.

At dusk, only a few early spring birds were singing, and other than that, there was the sound of car horns passing by on the road in the distance. It was too simple to be considered a burial place.

As Harkness was feeling his last moments before death, he suddenly became aware that something was wrong.

The ground was shaking, it didn't seem like an earthquake at this very moment, and the shaking was getting stronger and stronger.

Harkness opened his hazy eyes wide and saw that the three or two people who were still standing were all looking to the right. They had clearly loaded the guns in their hands, but were reluctant to shoot. They were so hesitant that it was obvious that they had seen something incredible.

His question was soon answered. The headlights illuminated the faces of the thugs. The walls shook as if they were being demolished, and the sound of bricks rubbing against metal was getting closer and closer.

Although this alley is relatively spacious, it is obviously not wide enough for vehicles to drive normally. I'm afraid a car has forced its way in.

"Run!" The shocked thugs finally reacted. Most of them ran to the other side of the alley, but one person ran towards the flower bed in panic.

The car that rushed into the alley finally revealed its true identity in Harkness's eyes. It was a black sedan that ran in at an angle, one of its wheels rubbing against the opposite wall, and the roof of the car was pressed against the wall.

The car turned its wheels and rushed into the flower bed, colliding with a thug who was fleeing into the flower bed, pushing the thug against the wall, and blood was flowing all over the ground.

Harkness and the Death Shooter inside were lucky not to be affected. He was gasping for breath and trying desperately to keep his body upright.

The car did not react in any other way after it hit and killed the thug. It was only after a long while that the passenger window of the car was rolled down.

The one-eyed white-haired man turned his head and looked at the two people lying in the flower bed with cold eyes like a hawk: "I'm here to save you, is that good enough?"

"Oh my God, brother Deathstroke, I thought you were blown to ashes...you still have a car like this?!" Harkness shouted in disbelief as if he had forgotten that he was seriously injured.

"This is not my car." Slade leaned back slightly, revealing the pale blond psychiatrist in the driver's seat.

"Oh my God... What am I doing, what have I done..." Harlin murmured in disbelief as she looked at the thug who was smashed into pieces.

...

The circus's show was progressing smoothly. Although the circus's acrobatics were no longer exciting to Valerie and Helena, they were still carefully choreographed programs and were still very exciting to watch.

Compared to shopping and going to the Ferris wheel cinema in the past few days, this is a rare activity that the two of them can enjoy.

It was still a little dusk when they entered the circus, but when the performance ended and the two of them officially left the circus, it was already dark.

"What a great day with no accidents. It's just getting dark now. Should we find some place to play?" Valerie sighed as she looked at the quiet night sky.

"Speaking of playing..." Helena seemed to have some ideas, but at this moment, she found that Valerie's little face fell, and she was so scared that she thought she had done something wrong.

"It's okay, I just got a call." Valerie noticed Helena's nervousness and comforted her.

It was the manager of the hotel. It seemed that a group of customers came back covered in blood. The people in the peaceful metropolis had never seen such a scene, and they didn't know what to do.

NO37. I am the boss

A badly worn car stopped at the door of the hotel, and Deathstroke and Harlin each carried a wounded person into the hotel.

A large amount of equipment is still stored in the hotel's base, and the two wounded also need to find a place to recuperate. Although this may attract Luther's men to the hotel, it is not important to them.

However, even though they entered through the side door, they were stopped in the lobby by hotel staff.

The super criminals had not yet begun to ravage Metropolis. The people in this city who were accustomed to peace had never seen such a bloody sight, and they did not dare to let these people in for a while.

The hotel manager was undecided. Even though she had verified through facial recognition that these people were indeed hotel customers, she didn't dare let them in given the obvious gunshot wounds on their bodies. She had to call the real boss.

It would take some time for the boss to come back, and the manager couldn't let the two people being carried on his back continue to bleed, so he temporarily allowed them to go to the utility room on the side of the hall to get bandaged.

When Harlin finally threw the unconscious Harkness she was carrying to the ground, she fell to the ground as if she had lost her strength.

Why did this happen? I was just driving my car, going for a spin, why did an explosion suddenly happen? Why was I targeted by criminals?

Harlin just couldn't control her curiosity for a moment. After she happened to encounter the explosion, she looked inside out of curiosity and happened to meet the eyes of Deathstroke Slade, and as a result, she was forced to be dragged into the game.

Recalling how she felt when she was forced to race in the alley and killed several people, Harlin now cannot accept the reality.

Deathstroke ignored her. He collected some gauze from the hotel's utility room and used the alcohol and other disinfectants that the manager had specially sent over to clean the wounds of his two teammates.

Harin hugged her knees and was still shaking with fear. She was not only afraid of the previous experience, but also afraid of herself.

"That's enough. You're from Gotham, right? And you're a prison worker." As if he couldn't stand Harleen's autism, Deathstroke couldn't help but speak. "You're used to crimes involving corpses, right?"

"No...you don't understand..." Harleen just shook her head and buried her face in her knees.

The corpse did not scare her, nor did she feel guilty for accidentally killing someone. What really scared her was that she realized the excitement and stimulation hidden deep in her heart.

I'm enjoying it!

Deathstroke didn't understand this. He thought it was the first time Harlin had killed someone personally and it was hard for her to accept it. "Of course I understand. Everyone has been through this. I suggest you don't think about it."

"Don't think about anything..." Harlin seemed to have heard it.

The two fell silent again, one continued to bandage his wound, and the other continued to be in seclusion.

The narrow utility room was silent, with only the occasional sound of water rushing through the pipes.

The sound of a key being inserted into the locked door of the utility room was heard. Although he knew it was unlikely to be Luthor's man, Deathstroke still tensed up.

The clean brown wooden door was pushed open, and the hotel manager appeared in front of Deathstroke with a man who was even more surprising than Luthor.

"I knew you were going to cause trouble!" After seeing who was in the room, Valerie screamed as expected.

"V?" Deathstroke and Harlin shouted in unison, and then they looked at each other in surprise.

“You guys chat slowly.” The manager wisely withdrew when he found out that the boss seemed to know the people in the room.

"Oh, you guys don't seem to have seen the world." Valerie looked around and found that there were no extra seats in the room, so she found one for herself. In front of the two people's surprised eyes, she pulled out a chair from her pocket and put it on the floor. "I'm the boss here!"

"Gotham's mercenaries opened a five-star hotel in Metropolis?" Deathstroke retreated tactically.

"Of course, this is an industry under the V Group with a capital of one billion." Valerie said proudly.

Although a lot has been spent in the past few months, ten billion dollars is enough to last a long time, and Valerie is still rich.

"By the way, why is the psychologist here?" Valerie looked at Harlin, who had a melancholy expression.

"She has nothing to do with this matter. She was just dragged into it by me." Although there were other things that were more important, Deathstroke couldn't help but care about another thing at this moment: "One billion... someone really wants you to do a one billion order?"

"I earned it with my own hard-working hands." Valerie pouted and said, "Look at you guys. You were so full of energy and wanted to fight me before, how come you turned into such an idiot in the blink of an eye?"

The Deadshot looked like he was about to die, his entire body covered in blood. Harkness wasn't much better, with obvious signs of bullet wounds on his body.

There weren't many wounds on Deathstroke's body, but he looked dusty and dirty, completely lacking the fearless aura he had before.

"Before that, I need to get in touch with my superiors again. Please let me go back to our private room." Deathstroke raised his hand and took out a burnt earphone from his pocket. He put it away after confirming that it was unusable.

"I don't trust you. Who knows what you are going to do? What if you blow up my hotel?" Valerie refused.

"This matter is very important. It concerns our lives. Please, just get the spare headphones." Deathstroke hadn't contacted Amanda for almost two hours, and the bomb in his head seemed to be hot.

"It's just a pair of headphones, give it to me." Valerie snatched the broken headphones from Deathstroke. Since they were just a piece of trash, Deathstroke did not refuse.

Valerie blinked for a moment, then gripped the earphones, squeezed them twice like a hand strengthener, and then opened her palm.

A brand new pair of headphones lies in the soft palm of my hand, as clean as if it had been new from the beginning.

"Is this a magic trick?" Harlin, who had been struggling with herself, finally got her attention.

Deathstroke recalls the first time he met Valerie, when he was doing push-ups while she was helping him repair a cell that had been torn down by thugs.

At that time, V just clapped a few times with his white little hands, and the cell was repaired in a way he couldn't understand.

"When you talk to me, you almost always talk about your superiors in the government. It's almost written on your face that you don't care about anything. So let them talk to me." Valerie handed the headphones to Deathstroke.

The Death Knell has worn headphones. This type of in-ear headphone is inlaid with several buttons corresponding to different functions.

He pressed the contact button tentatively and then put it in his ear.

"Waller?" Deathstroke called Amanda tentatively.

"Slade, it seems you finally remembered me." Amanda's voice sounded at the right time.

Deathstroke was shocked once again, this was the government's secret technology, yet it was still easily repaired.

"We were attacked by Luther before." Deathstroke succinctly summarized the reason for the lack of communication.

"I know, otherwise your heads would have exploded a long time ago."

NO38. Sky Eye Club

"Let me talk to V." Amanda ordered Deathstroke over the comms.

"Give her the headphones?" asked Deathstroke.

Amanda didn't answer, and Deathstroke understood what she meant and took off the headphones and handed them to Valerie.

"Uh..." Valerie resisted a little. She took the headphones, wiped them with a tissue, and then pressed the small shell headphones with her fingers.

"Are you listening?" Amanda's voice rang out from the headphones, and this time everyone in the room could hear it, just like a speaker.

"Listening now," Valerie said into the headphones, to which she had temporarily added a hands-free function.

Amanda noticed that the noise coming from the communication suddenly became a bit more, but she didn't take it too seriously: "We know you better than you think. Just like this hotel, we chose this place as the base for our agents because we know you and know that this place will definitely not become Luther's sphere of influence."

Amanda seemed to be trying to scare Valerie with her "everything is under control" attitude, but Miss V didn't buy it: "From what I know, every secret organization that thinks they are so powerful seems to have said the same thing to me and my friends. The last one was the Court of Owls - I have them all. It turns out that the control those so-called organizations have over me is just verbal."

"I don't care about your threat. People like you with special abilities have increased explosively in recent years. You are not special." Perhaps because of the distance, Amanda didn't care about the gunpowder in Valerie's mouth.

"I'm sure I'm special, and if you keep on confronting me like this in the following conversation, then we won't be able to reach any cooperation." Valerie got a little angry. She rubbed the coffee table and threw the headphones on it.

"I understand your...what's that sound?" The throat-raising sound beside her ear was too harsh, and Amanda swallowed back the words she had prepared.

Deathstroke was silent, and because he felt it was troublesome to join the conversation, he pretended not to be there.

"Now, let me explain. You are a representative of the government. You found a group of super criminals to carry out a sinister mission in the metropolis. In the end, you were killed by the target. Now you have fled to my place for emergency shelter." Valerie took the initiative in the conversation. "Then tell me clearly, why should I provide shelter for your people? What can you give me?"

"......" Amanda was silent for a moment, and seemed to have made a great determination: "I will give you the amount you want."

"I'm not short of money. This is different from the time when I was offended by your people at the circus." Valerie refused. "Before, it was just a conflict, and it could be solved by paying some money, but now, you are begging me."

Deathstroke raised his eyes, staring at Valerie's delicate face with shock and admiration. You know, now she is directly blackmailing the US government, which is a courage that ordinary mercenaries can hardly imagine.

"We all know that you are a mercenary." Amanda's voice turned cold, and she seemed to hear a faint intake of breath.

"I'm so sorry, I'm on vacation now."

"So what do you want?" Amanda finally gave in.

"Please make it convenient for me to go wherever I want to go in the future." Valerie had already thought about it, and she was discussing with a smile like a little girl who fantasized about traveling. "For example, I am quite interested in the White House in Washington, and those high-tech factories of yours that look very advanced. I don't ask for them. Just give me the right to enter and exit freely to visit."

"I don't have that much authority." Amanda laughed.

"Just ask my superiors. I just want to take a look." If you didn't know, you might think Valerie was acting like a spoiled child and going to the amusement park.

"Your request is equivalent to directly contacting our country's top secrets. The reward for asking you to protect criminal agents is not worth the price. They are just pawns that can be thrown away at any time."

"They must be very sad to hear that." Valerie looked up at Deathstroke's face, but he didn't look sad, instead he had an expression that was not expected.

"What about Luther's cargo?" Valerie already knew their mission. "They even hired criminal agents. That cargo must be important, right? You don't want me to defect to the other side, do you?"

"..." Amanda was really stumped by the question. The chip that Luther possessed, which was suspected to be alien technology, was a technology that his superiors were determined to obtain. It was said that it could greatly improve the global technological level. However, it was Luther's personal property.

Luther has enough dirty information to overturn American politics. The US government doesn't dare to take direct action against him, so it can only send Amanda's criminal agents to steal it, so as to avoid a complete break with Luther.

Criminal agents can have as many as they want, but if V joins Luther's team, it will definitely make the government's subsequent plan to take away the chips more troublesome.

"I can give you the power of a senior agent." Amanda decided to take a step back. If Valerie was still not satisfied, then she would abandon the three members of Deathstroke and choose another team.

"Agent? What powers do you have?" Fortunately, Valerie did not push her too far.

"Just like the FBI, you should often see it in movies, or you can disguise yourself as some specific professions, such as the police. I will send someone to enter your information into the file and give you enough evidence. In addition, there is...you will understand it by then." Amanda tried to explain it briefly.

"Oh..." Valerie was impressed by the FBI, not because of the movie, but because her water meter had been checked by green-skinned aliens disguised as FBI a few days ago.

If it is this kind of identity, it can barely meet Valerie's needs.

However, according to Valerie's scan data, the alien was indeed the FBI. If there was no problem with her scan, the alien should have lived on Earth for quite some time.

"It's tempting to say that, but I don't want to work for you." Valerie made her request clear again.

"This is not a reasonable request... I try to only ask you to perform your obligations when it is important, and this is the only way I can get close to meeting your request."