I, V, Gotham Legend

Valerie dropped the robot to the floor, intending to study it later; for now she had other, more exciting things to do.

Valerie clicked on Joe's technology integration package, and unlike the text box that floated in front of the text when looking at the real thing, the file stored in her mind was directly converted into Chinese characters.

Valerie traveled to this world and has been living in the United States for more than half a year. One of the main reasons why she has not confused her mother tongue is that Chinese characters have always been around in her daily life.

Valerie blinked, and the dazzling array of Chinese characters in the floating window turned into Kryptonian letters like a heavenly book. She tried to read a few sentences and uttered standard syllables.

It seems that because the default language is Chinese, it is automatically converted into Chinese characters. Valerie is quite satisfied with her little ability, but when studying scientific literature, Valerie prefers to read original documents written in the first-hand language.

The files that Joe sent her were organized and summarized, like a technology tree, with different branches branching out according to major categories, but after being transmitted into Valerie's mind, they were localized into folders.

Joe did not lie about one thing. Since his main focus was on biotechnology and energy, these documents were mainly about these things.

Energy is not a problem for Valerie. Although the energy crisis is a big problem in the background setting of 2077, Valerie herself in the game is not particularly short of energy, especially the vehicles that her body determines to be holding will never lack fuel.

Although Valerie sometimes wondered where these energies came from, she eventually gave up on investigating further. The strange game characteristics in herself seemed to be unreasonable, as if they did not belong to this world.

Valerie skipped over the energy-related documents and went straight to the category that recorded space aerospace technology.

Although it mainly focuses on Joe's professional field, the knowledge needed by these space immigrants is still included.

Valerie flipped through a few pages. There were many things that required exclusive materials produced on Krypton, which needed to be localized by Valerie.

Now was not the time to practice these techniques, so Valerie simply scanned the documents until she turned to the page she cared about most.

It describes the space folding technology in great detail, but does not directly present the scientific and technological achievements. It seems to be just a paper that is still in the theoretical stage.

One of the many deep-seated reasons why Valerie came to the metropolis this time was to explore whether it was possible to make a teleportation device that had only been seen in games. There is an essential difference between space folding and teleportation, but both involve space.

Although this space-jump technology seems to be prepared for spacecraft, studying advanced Kryptonian technology may provide inspiration and direction for researching teleportation devices, which is much better than not knowing where to start now.

Valerie closed her eyes, unplugged the data cable, and the dazzling floating window finally disappeared from her sight.

She lay in her computer recliner, listening to the fan's whirring sound die down as if she were listening to a rhythmic piece of music.

Take a nap for a while, and take Helena to the zoo after she wakes up. They said on TV that interacting with animal friends can soothe children's fragile hearts.

Although they were probably about the same age, Valerie already treated Helena like a child.

Especially thinking about Helena's recent visible improvement in combat ability and vigilance, Valerie really felt a sense of accomplishment in nurturing her, even though she is already an 18-year-old adult...

Valerie suddenly sat up in the recliner with surprise. When her age was mentioned, she remembered that according to the standards of her previous life, her birthday should be coming soon.

NO52. Miss Harlin is working overtime

In her previous life, Valerie was not a person who liked to celebrate her birthday. According to the customs of her hometown, she only celebrated her lunar birthday. However, her birthday was very close to the Spring Festival. Every time she celebrated the festival, she had to spend twice the money on unnecessary ceremonies. It would be better for her to just spend it on the New Year.

Therefore, in her previous life, she hadn't really celebrated her birthday for about seven years.

But things are different now. Valerie is a super rich woman. Although she has spent a lot of money on buying various materials and buildings, her remaining wealth is still enough for her to live a luxurious life.

Maybe you should consider your birthday party. Although there is no need to celebrate it, it is still a great reason to invite friends to have a meal together.

Having said that, it was still too close to the Spring Festival, so she decided to manually adjust the specific date of her birthday. Anyway, no one in this world knew it.

After thinking about life early on, Valerie had long understood that she was different from her previous life. Perhaps finding a new birthday period could be considered a formal farewell to her past life.

Valerie suddenly felt something was wrong, but after thinking about it, she couldn't figure out what was strange, so she simply lay down again.

The roar of the computer stopped completely, the laboratory was shrouded in silence, and Valerie's gentle breathing rhythm gradually became regular.

...

After a morning of rest, Helena finally got up at three in the afternoon. Since the Metropolitan Zoo closed at five in the afternoon, it would be impossible to have fun there now, so the related entertainment activities were postponed to tomorrow.

However, the rare vacation still gave her enough energy. She felt it would be a waste to just stay in the hotel for a whole day. Valerie bought a few computers with decent configurations, at least far beyond this era, and invited Helena to play games.

Although the Internet is now popular in this era, there are not as many different games as in Valerie's previous life. The only games that can be connected online are some FPS, and those are connected to a LAN.

After playing a few games with Helena, Valerie felt a little bored. It was indeed boring to play with just two people.

Fortunately, there were still quite a few people in Valerie's hotel.

In order to hide Helena's identity, she pushed Helena into the room, asked her to change into her battle suit, and then pulled the confused Helena downstairs.

At this time, in the Suicide Squad's room, Harleen was supporting Deadshot Floyd, who was able to stand up, and taking him around the room.

Harkness sat on the sofa, chewing some sour grapes, his bandaged feet resting on the coffee table, watching with interest as Harleen helped Floyd with rehabilitation.

Deathstroke Slade, the only relatively healthy one among the three, was sitting on the balcony. He was talking to his supervisor Amanda through a headset, making plans for infiltrating the military exercise in three days.

Originally, the three of them had communication headsets, but when they were attacked by Luther's men the day before yesterday, they were disturbed by some unknown interference and broke down.

Floyd and Harkness's headphones were lost during their escape. If Slade hadn't repaired the headphones with the help of Valerie, they might have completely lost contact with the Sky Eye.

Harleen helped Floyd to the sofa and gently sat him down, with Harkness a few steps away from him.

"How is it, are you feeling better?" Harlin asked with a professional smile.

"Just exercising a few steps doesn't make me remember anything." Floyd was not in a good mood. He felt like an old man being taken care of by a caregiver.

"It's much better than letting the blood rot on your legs." Harlin said gently.

Originally, she and the Suicide Squad were just passers-by who happened to help, and their daily communication was no more than bringing meals. But after remembering that Harin was a psychologist who graduated from a prestigious university, Deathstroke took the initiative to find her.

Although Floyd's amnesia should be related to the serious injuries he suffered, Slade did not intend to let go of other possibilities. He intuitively felt that Floyd must have forgotten something very important.

As a normal, mentally normal person, Harlin had no intention of continuing to get involved in the Suicide Squad's affairs, but when she really wanted to refuse, she felt as if she was being licked by a dog deep in her heart.

Harlin is an excellent psychologist. She knows that she can't bear to give up this kind of stimulation which is so different from her daily life.

More importantly, Deathstroke gave too much, and he allocated a considerable amount of funds to Harlin.

After a long ideological struggle, Harlin finally followed her heart and agreed to be hired by Deathstroke, and came to provide psychological counseling to Freud every day.

For the Suicide Squad, even if they can't make Deadshot remember his lost memories, it's worth it to release the pressure before the action. After all, it's Waller's money.

Harlin poured another glass of water and handed it to Freud, continuing today's psychological consultation. But before she could think of what to say next, there was a knock on the door.

Floyd's back immediately moved away from the sofa, his muscles tensed, and his sharp eyes stared at the door.

Slade also jumped back from the balcony. He released his hand that was pressing on the earphones and moved it to the pistol hidden at his waist.

Captain Boomerang didn't move. He still lay on the sofa with his head in his hands, but his eyes never left the door.

The vigilant attitude of the Suicide Squad made the atmosphere depressing for a moment, and only Harleen, who was still standing next to Floyd, looked at a loss.

The knocking stopped, and not long after, the door was opened from the outside, and a beautiful blue-haired woman with a delicate face appeared in front of everyone, with Helena in a purple battle suit standing behind her.

"What? You want to fight with me again?" Valerie looked at the people in the room who were on the verge of a fight and smiled nonchalantly.

"It's you! You made me lose my toe!" Harkness shouted as soon as he saw Valerie.

This was the first time Harkness had been sober enough to see Valerie since the fight in Circus Alley.

"It was your fault for seeking death at that time. Besides, it's just a few toes. You can just connect them." Valerie said easily.

"You damn woman! Give me back my toes!" If you didn't know, you would think Harkness was just acting like a spoiled child.

"Go ask your leader. She was the one who did it. I didn't ask for anything." Valerie said indifferently.

Floyd, who had been on alert, realized that Valerie was not here to fight, and finally couldn't help but interrupt: "V, the last time we met was in the mental hospital."

"It was at the circus. Don't play dumb. I know it was you who shot me from behind." Valerie didn't know that Freud had lost his memory.

"He lost his memory due to a serious injury." Knowing that Valerie was an ally, Deathstroke lowered his weapon. "What's the matter with you dressing up like that? V."

He looked past Valerie to Helena, who was fully armed behind her.

He actually brought a fully armed partner with him, but he didn't come to fight us... Did he run into some other trouble? Could it be that Luther has finally started to attack this hotel?

"It's something important." Valerie took out a notebook from her pocket, which she had just made. "Want to play games together?"

NO53. Riots and quarrels

In front of Metropolitan City Hall, the obese Mayor Michelle gave a boring and long speech to the reporters, explaining the legitimacy of the anti-Superman bill.

It was already nighttime in the metropolis, and the setting sun stretched everyone's shadows extremely long. In order for the media to be able to take clear pictures of the mayor's face, the City Hall had specially prepared several light-blocking boards.

Michel is a well-known fence-sitter politician who rarely expresses any radical political views. He has been active in the political arena until now with his cautious principles, and it is extremely rare for him to clamor for the implementation of a certain policy as is the case today.

In addition to reporters, there was also a large group of onlookers listening to his speech. If you look closely, you can also see some scattered Superman believers holding scriptures and preaching.

Michelle's speech was still going on. When he got excited, he even raised his fist and spit. But perhaps because he hadn't given a speech in a long time, he couldn't move many people's emotions.

The crowd was noisy and no one took the mayor's specific speech to heart. Anyway, the key content would be sorted out by the media later, and those who appeared here were just a group of idle people who were killing time.

Michel took a last sip of the mineral water on the podium. The one-hour impromptu speech made him a little tired, but fortunately, today's task was almost completed.

After looking at the sky, Michel felt it was time to end. He simply winked at the security personnel at the podium and then prepared to give his final closing remarks.

But before he opened his mouth into the microphone, there was a sudden commotion among the crowd, and then Michelle felt something slap him in the face.

There was a cry of surprise from below the podium. Michelle wiped off the substance stuck on her face, held it in front of her, and found that it was a half-eaten sandwich.

The butter stuck to my face, and the weird yet familiar feeling was annoying, but I couldn't just clean it off here.

"You are abandoning God! You are pushing away the Messiah!" A sharp roar came from the pulpit, which aroused fierce echoes.

These were obviously followers of the Superman Cult; although they were few in number, their voices were very loud.

The crowd was in chaos, and the fanatical followers of the Transman cult rushed to pick up anything that was convenient to them, as if they had received a revelation, and got in front of the crowd to imitate the pioneer who threw the sandwich.

"You are forcing the world to be destroyed! Pilate!" The fanatics gave Michel the name of the Roman governor who tried Jesus.

Things were thrown onto the stage like scattered flowers. The security team finally realized that something was wrong. They sent some people to escort the mayor onto the stage, and the rest maintained order in front of the podium.

The believers were only a minority, and although there were many people in the audience who supported Superman, the Superman cult was too insane for them, and they avoided these lunatics as if they were the plague. However, as people were standing so densely, they moved without any order and were in chaos, and the believers who had thrown gifts onto the stage were forced to hide in the crowd.

The security personnel who were trying to maintain order were sweating profusely, and they could only be thankful that no one used guns.

"There is no Messiah. You have read the scriptures foolishly! He is just an alien who is up to some unknown conspiracy!" Finally, someone reprimanded the person who was disturbing the order, but his purpose was obviously not to make peace.

The anti-transhumanist's speech was very effective, and it quickly provoked a rebuttal from the fanatics: "You are also accomplices in dragging the world down with you!"

These quarreling people don't know who the other party is. They communicate entirely by shouting in the chaotic crowd, but being able to express their opinions is enough to maintain the quarrel. There are more than one or two people on each side, and in the end it is hard to even tell what each person is arguing about.

The two sides mixed in the crowd, and the intensity of the argument gradually escalated and quickly developed into a fistfight.

It seemed that someone finally noticed the person he was arguing with, and quickly attacked him, but it was obviously not wise to start a fight in a dense crowd, and some passers-by who just wanted to leave were also affected.

Passersby, who were already annoyed by the farce, became even more angry and joined the fight without caring about anything else.

The crowd was noisy, fighting, and in chaos. What was originally just a personal public speech by the mayor quickly developed into a large-scale fight. The media at the scene saw that they could not get out of the crowd, so they simply reported on the spot. This was much more interesting than the mayor's speech.

The security personnel have fired warning shots, but it has little effect on the people who are already angry. They can only hope that it will be effective when the police arrive.

Fortunately, due to quick reaction, the mayor had already escaped by car, which relieved a lot of pressure on the security personnel.

Just as the scene was still in chaos and the security police were overwhelmed, a sound of breaking through the air was heard, followed by a series of sonic booms.

The sonic boom was so loud that it actually attracted a lot of people's attention, especially the media far away from the rioting crowd. They excitedly pointed their cameras in the direction where the sonic boom came from.

A man in blue and a red cloak slowly descended from the sky, an unusually serious expression on his resolute face, and he slowly floated above everyone's heads.

The media were extremely excited. This riot caused by Superman attracted Superman himself. No matter how Superman handled it, it would definitely be big news worth a lot of money.

......

The riot in the city center had nothing to do with the people sitting in the O'Neill Hotel.

The Suicide Squad's room is like an Internet cafe with several tables lined up, and on them are computers that are extremely high-tech for this era.

Valerie and Helena sat on one side with Harleen, while the three members of the Suicide Squad sat opposite them. The six of them stared at the screen intently.

The world's most famous Gotham mercenary and her masked heroic counterpart, a criminal death squad formed by the government, and a doctor at a certain mental hospital.

This group of people gathered together, not to discuss murder or robbery or saving the world, nor were they training for future super events, but to play games like college students in an Internet cafe. This scene would be shocking if it were shown to anyone else.

"This is unscientific!" The sound of death was heard, and at the same time, the dead shooter Floyd complained, "Why? The bullet hit this wall and should have rebounded and hit your head!"

"Don't play if you can't afford it. With your shooting skills, can you pee in the toilet?" Harkness said sarcastically.

When Valerie first asked them to play games, the three members of the Suicide Squad all refused. Harkness was unhappy with Valerie, while Floyd and Slade thought the game was too childish.

But the landlord threatened to kick them out, so the three had to compromise, including Harlin, who was naturally among them, to join in the gang fight with Valerie.

As a result, these pretending to be deep people got addicted to the game, especially Death Shooter and Captain Boomerang, who were not easy to deal with in the first place. They had repeated PVP countless times. In comparison, Valerie and the others seemed to be dragged in to play together.

"Let's play another round. I'm the best sniper in the world." Death Shooter was very dissatisfied and his mouse made a clicking sound.

Harkness raised his eyebrows smugly, obviously in a provocative way.

They had their share of wins and losses, but this one was clearly a win for Boomerang.