I, V, Gotham Legend

Although they managed to get away with it by laughing it off, the originally lively atmosphere turned awkward and the three of them didn't know what to say for a moment.

Valerie realized that she had embarrassed the audience, but she couldn't figure out what went wrong. It was obvious that the two of them were just shy and didn't show any resistance.

So, love is troublesome. It will only make people become timid. It is better to just cut it off directly.

Anyway, Valerie thought she would never fall in love in her life.

"I see there's hot milk over there. Would you like a cup?" Louise finally couldn't help but break the silence. She stood up and pointed into the distance.

"Excuse me, Miss Lane." Clark said formally.

"Just get me a Coke." Valerie touched her nose pretentiously. The protagonists of the novels she had read all used this method to ease embarrassment.

Louise nodded, she stood up and walked towards the beverage area.

"Tell me the truth, are you really not interested in this lady?" Seeing Louise walking away, Valerie asked Clark in a low voice.

"I'm sorry... I came to you to have more communication with Miss Ryan." Clark admitted in disguise.

"I knew it, you two must have a special relationship. Nothing can fool my keen observation." Knowing that she was right, Valerie became proud. "You saved Helena, so you can be considered my buddy. It's nothing to help you with these things. But please invite me to your house when you are free."

"Thank you, I'll show you my farm." Clark was very happy, not only because of Valerie's open-mindedness, but also because he had made a friend who was as special as himself.

"Farms? I've never seen what American farms look like." Valerie was indeed a little interested, but she suddenly thought of something. "By the way, since you are a guest from outer space, you should have spaceships or something, right?"

"I do have one. Are you interested in spaceships?" Clark lowered his voice because of his own secrets. "I parked it at the North Pole."

"Really?" Although she was very excited, Valerie lowered her voice and said, "I have been wondering how to build a space station myself. Can you give me some reference?"

Clark: "There are some problems with the spacecraft... But if I can help you, I'd be happy to take you there. But are you going to build the space station yourself? By yourself?"

Valerie realized that it was her chance to show off again. She raised her jade-like hands proudly and said, "My handicraft skills are comparable to those of a god. Even if your alien spaceship is broken, I can fix it with my bare hands, let alone a mere space station."

Clark looked at Valerie's white and tender palms, feeling a little skeptical at first, until he accidentally turned on the perspective and saw the bones that were obviously made of alloy. Then he remembered how different Valerie was and couldn't help but dispel his distrust.

"I'm quite curious about what specific abilities you have." Superman whispered.

"I have a rough idea of ​​what you are capable of." Valerie was not bragging, Superman was just too famous.

However, Clark smiled and scratched his head: "I'm not sure how capable I am."

Valerie gave a wry smile of understanding: "Me too, actually."

She has limited knowledge of herself, and her panel upgrades very slowly. After day after day of shameless training, her calmness has indeed improved, but other attributes, such as intelligence, remain unchanged.

Especially the most mysterious relic, she still doesn't know what it is.

There weren't many people in the restaurant, but they still kept their conversation low. After all, they were discussing a sensitive secret topic. However, their hearing was also sensitive, so they didn't need to huddle together to whisper.

Louise returned to the table with a tray with three drinks and a bag of chips on it.

"Sorry for the wait! Are you enjoying your chat?" Louise said as she placed the tray on the table.

"Waiting for you." Valerie picked up the Coke and winked at Louise. "Are you interested in visiting my room in this hotel? There are a lot of new things that are still under experimentation."

"Really? This is very confidential to you, right?" Louise was very surprised.

"It's okay. Even though you're reporters, you can help me keep the secret, right?" Valerie chuckled. "Besides, it doesn't matter even if it's exposed. My most important research isn't here."

Apart from the most troublesome space station, the things Valerie researched in the metropolis were small everyday inventions, such as dishwashers, maid robots, or AR training grounds.

Things like prosthetics and weapons that don't look very legal are kept in the freezing laboratory in Gotham, and the super otaku Victor has been guarding them.

Having said that, Valerie still arranged a large number of traps in the large flat, and the two reporters had to be given security identification before entering the house.

“Even so, it is still a very important place.”

The personal room itself would only be open to trusted people, and Louise didn't think she was that close to Valerie yet.

She couldn't help but look at Clark. Logically speaking, as a reporter, if Clark had contact with superhumans, it would be impossible for his colleague to not know about it.

But it was not until today that she learned from Clark that Valerie was a hotel owner. Louise thought that this was something Clark had investigated, but from the conversation between Valerie and Clark, it seemed that they had known each other for a long time.

What if they did know each other? It was just because of a deeper common identity.

Lois recalled that when she fell from the Ferris wheel a few days ago, V and Superman seemed to have been communicating together for a long time.

Lois has been working with Clark for nearly half a year, and she had long begun to doubt Clark's identity because of the details of their daily interactions.

Although she really wanted to ask whether Clark was Superman, Lois suppressed her curiosity.

Clark has always kept her feelings hidden in the deepest part of her heart. She was afraid that if it was true, she would anger Superman by revealing the secret. If it was not true, Clark might have a strange opinion of her.

The feeling of losing something made her want to get to know this colleague better first, which was one of the reasons why she agreed to Clark's invitation tonight.

Valerie sent a text message to Helena via the Internet, reminding her that a guest would be visiting their room in a while.

Although the guests would not likely reveal Helena's identity, it would still be better to let Helena decide whether to temporarily leave the room or join her in entertaining the guests.

After finishing her drink, Valerie clapped her hands and stood up: "Okay, let's go, this entire hotel is my territory, if you want to get a room, that's fine, I'll arrange it for you."

"We're not a couple anymore." Louise stood up with a smile. This time she wasn't as awkward as before.

The duo of reporters and the boss herself left the restaurant while still talking. They seemed to be having a very happy chat, but people do not share the same joys and sorrows. Harlin, who had been sitting behind them, just thought they were noisy.

These people seemed to have a good relationship. Although she couldn't hear clearly what they were talking about, she vaguely heard that they seemed to be invited to V's room together.

He must have gone to a party, that's great, so cool.

When she thought about having to bring meals to the criminal agents later, the milk in Harlin's mouth no longer tasted good.

However, what Harlin was most reluctant to admit was that the dissatisfaction deep in her heart was not as great as she had imagined.

Working for the Suicide Squad brought a touch of unusual excitement to her ordinary and boring life. Peeling off the fear and dissatisfaction disguised on the surface, she actually enjoyed the thrill of carrying out secret operations.

After drinking the last glass of milk and almost finishing the bread, Harlin stood up and ran to the buffet counter to start the most shameful process of packing.

Deathstroke was not so disabled that he could not pack the food by himself. The fundamental reason why only Harleen came to eat by herself was that Amanda did not reimburse the Suicide Squad for the meal. They thought that this trip to Metropolis was just to receive goods and it could be done in one day. Now it has become a long-term mission which is completely unexpected.

The stingy Amanda only gave Deathstroke an extra amount of activity funds and let them take care of their own meals. Deathstroke wanted to use all the funds to purchase equipment. At this time, he happened to find out that Harin bought the hotel's buffet package, so Harin unfortunately became a tool.

Carrying a conspicuous schoolbag, Harlin paced back and forth in front of the buffet windows, selecting dishes that looked suitable, putting them into plastic bags like a scavenger, and then putting them into her schoolbag.

Buffets generally do not allow such blatant take-out, but Harlin was one of the people who bled in the hall before, and the boss had instructed that special care should be taken of her, so no one went up to stop her.

Having said that, packing up the food under the waiter's nose still made Harlin's thin face turn red with shame. She couldn't help but think of what Deathstroke had said to comfort her when she was confused because of the accidental murder, and she silently told herself not to think about anything.

If you abandon your brain, maybe your life won’t be so tangled and twisted.

Harlin picked up a bag of packed food and ran out of the restaurant with her eyes closed.

...

Fortunately, the restaurant was not far from the destination, and the delivery girl Harlin ran to Deathstroke's room and handed a backpack of food to Slade who was still doing push-ups.

Slade took the backpack, opened it and took a look, then nodded: "Good job, doctor."

"This bread is enough for you to eat for several days. I don't want to run errands for you every day."

"When I was the hungriest, I could even eat bones that had been gnawed by hyenas." Deathstroke put away his bag.

"Can those two people inside eat? Don't they need glucose or something?" Harlin looked into the room. She remembered that the last time she saw those two patients, they both looked like they were about to die.

"That's not necessary." Deathstroke stepped aside so that Harlin could see the scene in the room clearly.

Captain Boomerang was still sleeping, but Deadshot Floyd had already sat up. He was still wrapped in bandages, and it was obvious that his injuries had not fully healed, but he no longer looked like he was about to die.

AR training robot

The effect of the medicine after being diluted with water was not as good as before, but it was still a special medicine with effects visible to the naked eye. After three days of rest in bed, Floyd was finally away from the brink of death.

But perhaps because of the brain injury, Freud forgot what had happened before. He only remembered that he was defeated in the mental hospital and thrown into prison, as well as what happened before that.

He had almost no recollection of joining the government's secret services or of being chased by a group of people and nearly dying the day before yesterday.

Therefore, when he woke up and found himself lying in bed unable to move, with a white-haired strong man beside him bringing a basin of water to wipe his body as if he was taking care of his paralyzed old wife, he almost jumped up like a medical miracle.

Slade tried every means to persuade him, even using his captain's privileges to release several electric charges. In addition, Floyd was unable to move, so after three days of settling down, Floyd finally accepted the reality.

Compared to Floyd, Boomerang Captain Harkness was not that complicated. Since he did not suffer a fatal injury, he did not take Valerie's medicine and recovered well from his injuries.

Unfortunately, because the best time to send him to the hospital was missed and they did not dare to leave the hotel without permission, Harkness's broken toe was never reattached.

Harkness was still asleep, and whenever he woke up he would say something about his toe.

"Can you help yourself to food?" Deathstroke handed a backpack full of bread to Floyd.

Floyd raised his trembling hand. His forearm had been pierced by a bullet a few days ago, but now there was no visible sign of injury.

Even so, he still had difficulty picking up food, as if he had severe Parkinson's disease.

"The action will start in a few days. Can you hold the gun steadily like this?" Deathstroke said in a cold voice.

"How can gunmanship be so inconvenient?" Floyd took a bite of the bread.

"I will remember your confidence now..." Deathstroke was silent for a moment, "You really can't remember the details about the day you were attacked?"

Deathstroke had a conversation with Floyd in the evacuation car after the conflict with V. He obviously had clues about the whereabouts of the informant and the cargo, but he was attacked by Luthor's men before he could explain, and now he has lost his memory again.

But according to the information sent by Amanda, the informant did not go to the rendezvous point that day. This conflict in information asymmetry made Deathstroke increasingly uneasy about the next action. He seemed to have seen a conspiracy to lure him into a trap.

However, Amanda doesn't care about the criminal's anxiety. She trusts the undercover agent she cultivated more. Under the threat of the bomb in his neck, Deathstroke can only bite the bullet and continue the mission.

"You know what? I still don't have a sense of reality about the mission." Floyd pressed his aching temple. "It feels like I'm still dreaming, confused."

“Don’t bring this state to work.”

"Of course I know. I'm not a rookie." Floyd said as he took a bite of the bread.

Deathstroke sighed, both of his teammates were in very bad condition, yet they were about to embark on a mission to infiltrate the army, which made people uneasy.

...

Helena did not choose to avoid it. She wore everyday clothes and greeted the two reporters with openness.

Before entering the room, Valerie entered security identification for the two reporters so that they would not be attacked by the hidden traps in the room. After pushing open the door, Louise let out a surprised gasp.

"It's huge, isn't it?" Valerie boasted proudly, thinking Louise was shocked.

"Big... This room is indeed big." Although it was not obvious, Louise's family was quite wealthy. Plus, she had interviewed many important people, so the size of this flat was not enough to shock her.

"It looks so... normal." After thinking for a long time, Louise finally explained the reason for her shock.

Valerie had said she had a lot of inventions in her room, and Louise had expected it to be a mess, with monitors and wires everywhere.

But this room was obviously extremely clean, not much different from an ordinary five-star hotel suite. The empty room was covered with fluffy brown carpet, so clean that not a speck of dust could be seen.

The sofa and TV are both normal styles. In comparison, the TVs in the cafeteria downstairs are all LCD.

"Inventions and other things are all in separate rooms." Valerie roughly understood what Louise meant. "Of course this is for living, so the functions of the rooms should be separated."

While Valerie was introducing the room to Louise, Helena came over with a box of snacks: "Want something to eat? Here we have Chinese... It seems to be called Shaqima."

Treating guests with snacks is the way to entertain them, but the two reporters had already eaten downstairs.

"Thank you for your kindness, Miss... Could you take me to the laboratory that's ahead of its time?" Louise asked politely, her curiosity making her a little anxious.

"Okay, it's right there." Valerie led the way and walked in front, deliberately staying away from the two reporters and letting them stand together.

The reason why she dragged the two of them to visit her room was also with the plan of acting as a wingman for her new good brother Superman.

Seeing that no one wanted to eat snacks, Helena sat on the sofa and started eating them herself. These were her favorite snacks.

One floor of a luxury hotel was obviously too large to be used as a residence, so Valerie re-enclosed a quarter of the floor as a temporary laboratory.

The first thing Louise saw when she entered the door was something like a foundation on the ground, with various exposed wires and steel bars on it. It looked like it was half-built and abandoned.

"This is a space station, but its construction failed," Valerie explained.

"You're actually building a space station." Clark thought it was cool.

"Does the space station need a foundation?" Louise asked puzzledly.

"I want to make an empty island," Valerie replied.

As a space station, this foundation is a bit small. It is just one of Valerie's experiments in changing her thinking.

Louise didn't understand any of this, she just thought it was so cool, and after getting Valerie's consent, Louise took a few photos of the foundation.

Then they visited other small inventions they had never seen before, such as a small arena with several robots on it.

"These are the prototypes of AR training." Valerie pressed a few buttons on the operating table in front of the ring.

The robots started to move, their surfaces rippled, and then, like a projection, they automatically put on a ninja costume.