I, V, Gotham Legend

"Okay." Valerie finally gave in. "Don't try to deny it. I added a recording function to your headphones."

"Add?" Although Amanda was confused, no one answered her.

"Well congratulations, Mr. Slade and Ms. Quinzel, you can go back to your room." Valerie sent a text message to the manager, briefly explaining that there was no problem.

"Quinzel? Who?" Amanda got the point.

"Let's go. Doctor, give me a hand." Deathstroke picked up Deadshot and turned to say to Harleen.

Although Harlin still looked pale, she stood up and dragged away Harkness, who was more seriously injured.

"Why can I hear it?!" Amanda screamed. Theoretically, she couldn't hear other people's voices so clearly. "What did you do to my government product equipment?!"

"It's not important, my nominal boss. Can you tell me which organization you are from?" Valerie picked up the headphones. "FBI? Or CIA?"

She only knows these two organizations in the United States.

"You..." Amanda took a deep breath and adjusted her mindset, "Neither. You will soon become a non-staff member of the Sky Eye Society."

NO39. Can you sew wounds?

A car pulled up in front of the O'Neill Hotel, and the people inside the car immediately caught sight of the tattered black car that was conspicuous at the door.

"If nothing unexpected happens, this is the car that killed George and the others." The person in the driver's seat said cautiously to the person in the back seat.

"The boss specifically requested that we not go in there." The person in the back seat frowned.

Having said that, he still took out his cell phone and sent a message to his superior asking whether to continue the advance.

The goal is right in front of us, it would be a pity to give up just like that.

As expected, their superior called and scolded them, and told them to stay away from the hotel if they didn't want to die.

Although they were still somewhat unwilling in their hearts, they knew it was a good thing that they didn't have to continue fighting so Luther's men drove away from the hotel.

...

Deathstroke carried the Deadshot and laid him flat on the luxurious big bed in the hotel. Floyd was seriously injured, and it was still a problem how to heal this teammate next.

Harleen placed Harkness next to Deadshot, and then stood in the agents' room, not knowing where to go for a moment.

Deathstroke did not care about the helpless Miss Harlin. He pulled out a suitcase from under the bed, which was filled with first aid props. As a lone mercenary, he was used to how to deal with serious injuries.

"Can you sew the wound, doctor?" Deathstroke turned around and asked Harlin, who was at a loss.

Harlin is a psychiatrist. Surgery is not her strong point, although she is not completely incapable of it. However, giving stitches to these criminals under the current sanitary conditions puts her under even greater psychological pressure.

"Don't be afraid, it's just a matter of stitching up the wound. People like us are used to being injured." Deathstroke tied Floyd and Harkness tightly to the bed while comforting Harleen.

"Do you really want me to do it? Without anesthesia or anything?" Harlin couldn't help but worry when she saw Deathstroke take out a pair of scissors directly from the box.

"He doesn't even have the strength to struggle now. As for pain, just a few stitches are nothing compared to the pain he's suffering now." As he spoke, Deathstroke ripped open Floyd's clothes, revealing his body, which had only been simply bandaged to stop bleeding, in front of the two.

"No...this looks..." Harlin still found it hard to accept.

"Relax, doctor, it's like sewing a teddy bear, don't think about anything else." Deathstroke soothed as he handed the needle and thread to Harleen.

He himself had to sew up another person's wound.

"Ding Dong!" Just as Harlin was still hesitating, the doorbell rang as if to save the day.

Without waiting for the people inside to respond, Valerie used her boss card to push the door open herself.

"Are you going to eat people? What kind of custom is this?" Valerie said jokingly when she saw the shirtless man lying on the bed and the two people surrounding the bed.

"Do you have anything else to say?" Deathstroke had no sense of humor, he stared at Valerie and asked.

"Your headphones, what else?" Valerie threw Amanda's communication headphones to Deathstroke.

Deathstroke raised his hand to catch the headset, weighed the weight of it, and nodded: "I got it, can you leave now? We have important things to do next."

"The important thing is... are we going to sew up their wounds?" Valerie saw the needles and thread in the hands of the two men. "That's not good. They obviously have gunshot wounds. Could there be bullets left inside?"

"There are no signs of direct bullet hits, otherwise they would have died long ago. Besides, we don't have any equipment to check bullets." Deathstroke is experienced.

"Oh, there is no equipment. Why didn't you say so earlier?" Valerie walked into the room confidently and took out a portable X-ray camera.

Although scanning alone could show that there were no bullets or anything like that in their bodies, Valerie felt that doing so would be a more direct way of doing a favor.

Deathstroke signaled Harleen to take the camera, then he walked up to Valerie and said, "What else do you want?"

"Don't be so stiff. If we round it up, we are all in the same group." Valerie looked up with a smile, "I just want to ask, when are you going to do something?"

"Are you concerned about our action time?"

"Of course, I'm on vacation." Valerie said with bared teeth, "If you guys do something, it will definitely affect me, so why not pick a time first so that I can travel with peace of mind."

"At least until my teammates regain their mobility." This was all Deathstroke could say vaguely.

"I see..." Valerie thought for a moment, then took out two tubes of medicine from her pocket, "Give them an injection of this, it will be much more effective than a few stitches."

"What is this?" Deathstroke stared at the transparent liquid in the syringe in surprise.

"High technology from the future." Valerie chuckled.

Deathstroke stared at Valerie in silence, obviously not trusting her very much.

"This is actually an X-ray! Don't we need to do anything to block the radiation or light?!" Harlin's surprised voice came from behind, and Deathstroke turned around to take a look.

The psychiatrist squatted in front of the bed, fiddling with a portable camera, his face full of disbelief.

Deathstroke turned around. He had already deeply understood Valerie's uniqueness. He took the syringe from Valerie and said, "I hope you didn't poison me."

"I have no reason to hurt you." Valerie shrugged.

This syringe is a mass-produced item made from diluted therapeutic drugs in the game. Valerie can only take out two doses of therapeutic drugs at a time, so she diluted one of the tubes with water into dozens of tubes, and kept the other tube as a backup.

This small syringe is the most suitable dilution amount determined after countless experiments. Although the effect is not as good as pneumatic injection, it can help ordinary mortals escape from life-threatening danger.

It was already evening, and Valerie had travel plans with Helena tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. They had their eyes on the offshore facilities on the east coast and the world-famous Metropolitan Zoo. She didn't want the Suicide Squad to cause trouble at this time, so she wasn't in a hurry to heal them.

"How is it?" Deathstroke walked to Harlin.

"We didn't find any warheads or anything, but I'm not sure." Harlin said nervously.

"Then there is none." As he said that, Deathstroke stabbed the needle in his hand into the body of Deadshot.

Valerie was not interested in the certain treatment results, and after confirming that there was nothing she could do here, she turned and left.

Helena was still in the hotel's restaurant. This top-notch hotel adopted a buffet style, and after Valerie checked in, the variety of ingredients increased by an order of magnitude.

Since Helena's identity is still hidden, she was not brought along during the conversation with the person who knew V.

"An accident occurred during a warship exercise on the East Coast. It is reported that..."

Pushing open the door of the restaurant, I saw an LCD TV broadcasting the news from a distance. Helena was holding a plate of bread and didn't even find a place to sit. She just stared at the TV intently.

NO40. Anti-Superman Act?

"Don't you have a place to sit?" Valerie walked over to Helena and looked at the plate of bread in her hand.

Helena, who was still watching TV, turned around, confirmed that it was Valerie, nodded and raised her finger as if to greet her: "Sit over there."

Valerie followed her finger and saw a seat by the window with several dishes already placed on the table.

"You haven't eaten yet, are you waiting for me?" Valerie curled the corners of her mouth.

Helena nodded slightly: "You said it wouldn't take long."

"Indeed, do you want to get anything else? I'll bring it to you." Valerie took the bread plate from Helena.

"It's almost there..." Helena said, her eyes drifting back to the TV.

"Is there any interesting news?" Seeing Helena's expression, Valerie couldn't help but become interested.

The TV in the hotel restaurant is an advanced LCD screen for this era. It was refurbished after Valerie moved in. This TV plays Tom and Jerry at other times, and only switches to city news and other programs during news time.

The footage on TV showed that a maritime military exercise would be conducted in the city bay a week later, and several warships would be deployed.

"Are you interested in military exercises?" Valerie felt that when she was in Gotham, she must have heard about the rumors that the neighboring city was going to hold this exercise, but she thought it had nothing to do with her, so she didn't take it seriously at all.

"That's not the news I was watching...it's already been reported." Helena turned back with a bored look on her face, "It's about the mayor. He seems to have suddenly gone crazy and wants to pass a law to arrest Superman."

"Arrest Superman?" This aroused Valerie's curiosity. She looked at the waiter and asked for the remote control.

This TV produced by V Group has the function of screen recording and playback, which is ahead of its time. The waiter handed the remote control to Valerie, and she fiddled with it to play back the TV programs according to her memory.

Next time I make a TV or something, I’ll add a remote connection function. When I’m smarter, I’ll be able to do it just by glancing at it.

As Valerie was thinking, the picture on the TV was also rewinding. She had originally added the screen recording function to the TV mainly so that she could be prepared in case someone like the Riddler who liked to conduct a city-wide live guessing game on TV appeared again.

The scene finally changed back to the report on the mayor of Metropolis. The fat white-haired man looked at the camera with lifeless eyes, smacking his lips and claiming that he wanted to discuss the terms of a bill to convict Superman.

"What? Just verbal preaching." Valerie felt bored. She handed the remote control to the waiter and returned to Helena's table.

"It's still unbelievable that the government would publicly declare that it wants to convict Superman," Helena said, pushing the bread platter between the two of them. "Especially the mayor."

"Well, that's true, but the so-called propositions of American politicians are just for fun before they are implemented." Valerie picked up a piece of bread and said as if she understood.

"But his idea is still a bit strange. Superman is not threatening and he has his own rationality that can be negotiated with. But his speech seems to be nailing Superman as an enemy. As a mayor of a city, this idea is really too naive." Helena just couldn't understand the logic behind the mayor of Metropolis.

"Perhaps the financial backers behind him asked him to do this? Or maybe he wants to win over the people's anti-superman sentiment which has been growing increasingly fervent recently?" Valerie chewed the bread, thinking sinisterly.

"There aren't many people who are against Transhumanism. They just like the parade to make it lively. If it's the sponsor behind the scenes...what's the point of the sponsor's request?" Helena still couldn't understand.

"...I don't know." Valerie didn't want to think about it anymore. Her smart little brain was already burning. "That's why I hate politics. Why does it have to have some hidden agenda?"

Helena saw that Valerie had lost interest in the topic and stopped talking. She dipped the bread in her hand into the soup and took a bite.

However, she agreed with one point that Valerie said, that the so-called policies advocated by American politicians can only be for fun before they are implemented.

"By the way, are you really not interested in the military exercise?" Valerie looked up at the TV. After the waiter's adjustment, the picture had returned to the live broadcast, which was still broadcasting the news about the Metropolis naval exercise.

"Even if we are interested, we can't visit, right? Isn't this a government military exercise?" Helena spoke after swallowing the food in her mouth.

Helena's serious expression amused Valerie: "Since when do we need to depend on others for where we go? Have you forgotten what our job is?"

"I thought everyone would abide by the law during the vacation." Helena also laughed.

"If you want to abide by the law, that's fine. I just got something interesting." Valerie retreated tactically. "The person in front of you now is an international agent recognized by the US government. We can participate in the military exercise openly."

Valerie's words really surprised Helena: "What other organization would you join? I thought you didn't trust the government."

"Of course I don't trust you. Listen carefully, miss. The only people we can trust in this world are ourselves. But don't you think being an agent sounds cool?" Valerie raised her head. After all, she really thought she was cool. "Don't worry. They can't trick me. I'm very smart."

Helena suppressed her worries about Valerie and thought that since Miss V said so, there should be no problem.

A lively sound came from the TV again, as if it was a broadcast that a hot air balloon was about to take off. However, this had nothing to do with the two people who were still eating. They were enjoying the hotel's fairly delicious meals, and the night outside the window was dyed by the glass.

...

"According to an informant, Luther discovered that there was an undercover agent and had already shot several LexCorp employees, but he himself was lucky enough to escape."

In the Suicide Squad's room, Deathstroke received a call from Amanda.

"So we are really standing up the bastard this afternoon?" said Deathstroke as he removed the bandage from his thigh.

"Our informant also survived after many life-threatening situations. His life is much more important than yours." Amanda said coldly.

"Yes, yes, we are abandoned pawns, which means he did not succeed in stealing the chip?" Deathstroke looked up at the unconscious Deadshot on the hospital bed.

According to Amanda, the informant had intended to steal the chip and make a deal with the criminal agents next to the circus. However, before stealing the chip, Luther suddenly got news of the undercover agent, and in order to protect himself, the informant had to stand them up.

But Deadshot seems to have a different opinion, but unfortunately he is still in a coma.

"Did the informant give you any new information?" Deathstroke asked Amanda first.

"In a week, Luther will take part in the military exercise in the metropolis with the chip. The informant has been suspected, so he dare not act rashly. It will be up to you to steal it when the time comes." Amanda's orders were unquestionable.

NO41. See you again

Compared to the troubles that came one after another in the previous two days, Valerie's travel plans went smoothly in the following days.

They arrived at the beach of Metropolis the next day. Although Gotham is also on the sea, it has not developed the coast into tourism like Metropolis.

Under the clear blue sky, the ocean merges with the sky on the distant horizon, and several speedboats are arcing in the distance.

The military exercise will begin in a few days, and this beach and ocean will be blocked at that time. Although some citizens have expressed dissatisfaction with the occupation of public resources, it is ultimately an arrangement made by the government and the military.

Since there was no plan to go into the sea, Valerie and Helena did not wear swimsuits. They were dressed in casual clothes and returned to the beach after taking a yacht ride.

Helena went to the most conspicuous stall on the shore to buy some ice cream. When she returned to Valerie, she found Miss V building sand castles with her hands while smiling innocently.