I, V, Gotham Legend

Deathstroke held the mouse with his right hand and sighed at the childishness of his two teammates.

"Task Force X, what are you doing?" Just when the game atmosphere was extremely exciting, Amanda's electric voice suddenly echoed in the room.

NO54. You want me to be a traitor?

The sound came from Slade's pocket. He was silent for a moment, then took out a pair of black headphones.

The side light of the headset flashed blue, and Amanda Waller's voice was very serious: "I heard gunshots. Did you encounter any accidents?"

"V asked us to conduct... a combat exercise. Didn't you hear it before?" Slade put the headphones on his ears, and the headphones automatically changed from hands-free to receiver mode.

The communication headset produced by the federal government is always turned on, especially when Valerie broke into the room while Deathstroke was still in a meeting with Amanda.

"We suddenly lost connection earlier. I thought you were attacked again." Amanda explained briefly, "The technicians tried for half an hour but to no avail. Now we suddenly reconnected."

Hearing Amanda's words, Deathstroke raised his head and met Valerie's eyes opposite him, with a cunning light flashing in his purple eyes.

Did V do something to the headset? Can he shut down Amanda's communication?

"It just happened to break down," Slade answered casually, "This thing was damaged during the attack before, and we only fixed this one with the help of V."

"Hey! Floyd! You can't hide there! Are you cheating?!" Harkness shouted.

Slade was too busy communicating with his superiors to notice, but Harkness sounded so anxious that he must have been killed.

Captain Boomerang shouted loudly, and it was obvious that Amanda heard it, "Are you really conducting a drill?"

"Yes, V is very enthusiastic and provided us with props and venues. Now the game is at a critical stage. In order to deal with you, two of my teammates have been eliminated."

He wasn't lying. Slade glanced at the team bar with the names of his teammates. The names of Huntress and Harkness were both grayed out.

"This is indeed a lesson worth remembering in actual action." Amanda seemed to believe it. "V is with you now."

"I'm face to face with her, and she's armed." said Deathstroke. The game character he controlled was hiding behind a cover, holding a sniper rifle in his hand, and Valerie was sniping at him from the middle door.

"Stop your exercises, I need to discuss something with her," Amanda ordered.

Deathstroke shrugged. He controlled the character to stick his head out and was shot in the head. The music of the game over sounded. He took off his headphones and threw them to Valerie: "Looking for you."

Valerie didn't catch the headphones, but just watched them fall in front of her eyes.

"What's that sound?" The headphones quickly switched back to speakerphone, and Amanda was puzzled by the noise of the headphones hitting the table.

"I just punched Deathstroke." Valerie said into the headset, "What can I do for you, leader?"

Although she basically doesn't listen to Amanda's orders, she still gives her the face she deserves.

"There was a riot in Metropolis this afternoon, with Superman supporters and opponents fighting each other."

"So, what does it have to do with me...why did you guys open it again?"

"What happened?" Amanda didn't understand the second half of the sentence.

"Nothing, if you have something to say, please put it down."

Valerie stared at the loading game interface and couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

"The riot was finally quelled by Superman himself, but this incident has attracted the attention of the government and the military, and they have made more rigorous plans for military exercises in Metropolis. At least the troops must be more serious. Task Force X's mission will be more difficult."

"What difficulty is there? Aren't you all government officials? Can't you ask the military to give you some convenience?" Valerie asked doubtfully.

"The government cannot openly break with Luther. We need this incident to look like a sudden attack by criminals. Even in the entire A.O.L.D., not many people know about Task Force X."

"Ahh...it's politics after all. It gives me a headache just thinking about it." Valerie rubbed her head. She hated complicated intrigues the most. What couldn't be solved with a fight?

"We need you to participate in the military exercise and work with Task Force X to steal Luther's chip."

Although Valerie had plans to visit the military exercise, she didn't want to get involved in the trouble: "I remember I said I was on vacation."

"You don't need to do anything troublesome. We just need you to participate as a guest of the Tianyan Society. We just need you to provide convenience for them internally."

"Let me be the insider?"

"Strictly speaking, not really. We are all affiliated with the government. You can just think of it as part of your trip. We have already helped you get your identity." Amanda patiently advised Valerie.

The game finally loaded at this time, and the character made a voice announcement to indicate that he was ready, along with the sound of the game starting.

"What's that sound?" Because the speaker was on, even Amanda heard it.

"We are conducting a rigorous experimental exercise..." Valerie remembered Deathstroke's excuse, "Let's talk about the most important thing. You know I'm a greedy mercenary. What can I get if I become your spy?"

"You'll be interested in Luther's stuff. The government can share it with you to a certain extent." Amanda said confidently, "And this music, does it sound like game sound effects?"

"So it's a simulation. I'm good at high technology." Valerie had already started playing, so she wanted to end the call quickly. "I also had plans to visit the military exercise. I can agree to help you. Is there anything else?"

"It will be much easier if you agree. Go to the roof after your exercise. We will deliver a new batch of supplies to the agents, including you." Amanda's tone was still stern, but she was obviously much more relaxed.

"Okay...I..." Valerie was about to agree when Helena suddenly reached out and held Valerie's shoulder.

Valerie turned her head and saw her hopeful and worried eyes.

"...I have a partner, and I need her to join me." Valerie requested.

"You mean the Huntress? Sure, but you need to tell me her true identity," Amanda said.

Valerie shook her head. "She's not one of your agents. She's just a caring person helping us."

"..." Amanda was silent for a moment, and then she finally compromised, "Okay, tell me how many people you have left, and I will send the corresponding amount of supplies."

"Ah..." Valerie looked up and counted the number of people playing together, "Including us, there are six people in total."

"Six?" Amanda felt like there was one more person than expected, but she didn't say much. Anyway, everyone would know when the time came. "I understand. The six of you will be temporarily organized into a new team."

Then there was no sound. It seemed that the conversation was over and he finally left.

Harlin finally couldn't help but stood up: "Wait a minute, why do you count me in!"

NO55. Joint military exercise

The Metropolitan Military Exercise is a public military show that was prepared as early as a year ago. The purpose of holding the military exercise is not only to show the latest research results to taxpayers and senior government officials, but also to deter America's allies and enemies.

In order to welcome this military exercise, the Metropolitan Port has been under martial law since three days ago. Now dozens of warships are floating on the sea. The troops on the shore are lined up in two rows, wearing neat military uniforms. A solemn atmosphere lingers over the entire beach.

A cordon was set up on the shore about 700 meters away from the army, and a crowd of curious onlookers were kept outside. Nearly half of the police in the metropolis were called in to maintain order.

A low-key sedan stopped in front of a location where there were fewer people on the cordon. The window was rolled down, and the person inside handed a card to the policeman who walked to the front of the car with a baton.

The policeman took the card and looked at the people in the car with an inquiring look. Then his cold expression quickly melted: "Everyone is waiting for you, Mr. Mayor."

What he took over was a business card, and the person sitting in the car was obviously Mayor Michel, who had been causing a lot of trouble recently.

Michelle rolled up the window and the black sedan continued to move. The police put up a cordon with a gentle smile and let the whole car pass.

As one of the main hosts and organizers of this military exercise, Michel is the most important guest, so important that the exercise cannot start normally without him.

Inside the carriage, Mayor Michel arranged his business cards, and then his clothes and face changed color as if they were melting, and they automatically deformed like mud, and finally turned into a thin middle-aged man.

"Boss, are you sure the red cloak won't pay attention to us?" The clay-faced man who turned from Michelle into Paul asked the man sitting in the back row.

"If you didn't change back like this without permission, then it really isn't possible." Lex Luthor held the silver-white box with a faint smile on his face.

"Sorry." The Clayface bowed his head and apologized, then changed back into Mayor Michelle.

"How does it feel to be popular, Mr. Mayor?" Luther teased.

"I've experienced this feeling before." The Clayface reminisced about his days as the superstar actor Basil Caro, but now that his brain is getting worse, this memory seems to be covered with a layer of frost.

"It's amazing that you can still hold on. No one has noticed it for a week." Luther even wanted to laugh when he thought of the riot that was provoked a few days ago.

"I have always been an excellent actor." Clayface's tone was both proud and lonely.

The car moved forward slowly and passed a white truck, which was parked next to the sidewalk for military exercise guests for some unknown reason. The Lex Group logo was painted on the truck bed.

"Has the fish been brought here too?" the Clay-faced Man looked out the car window.

"If you want to play a game with the government, that thing is inevitable." Luther said, leaning back.

The driver wearing a mask and a hood, sitting next to the mud-faced man, looked straight ahead, trying hard to convince himself that he knew nothing.

The mayor was a mud monster, and he was discussing some conspiracy with the famous Lex Luthor. He was not important in this conspiracy at all, but he still heard it. No matter how you look at it, it seems like he is going to be silenced.

As if seeing the driver's worry, Luther smiled with great interest: "Don't worry, you won't be hurt."

"Of course, I have always believed in Mr. Luther's character." The driver was already sweating profusely, and he tried his best to force a smile.

With the driver's nervous heart beating, the car finally stopped at the required parking lot according to the staff's instructions. A group of etiquette ladies dressed coolly in February came forward and opened the door for Mayor Michelle.

The Clayface Man followed Michelle's habit and touched the etiquette lady's hand while getting out of the car. He noticed the media and recorders not far away, and deliberately kept his position, making himself feel like he was hiding but still accidentally being photographed.

After enjoying her acting skills, Michelle opened the back door and let Luther get out.

Lex Luthor left the box in the back seat of the car and said to the driver in the front seat: "You are not on the invitation, wait here."

"No problem, Mr. Luther, I'll keep an eye on your car and your property." The driver kept hinting that he was being useful.

"Hahaha, I trust you very much." Luther smiled generously and got out of the car.

The famous Lex Luthor stood in public, causing more shutter sounds than Mayor Michelle.

Although Luther has been campaigning for his presidential campaign recently, he is still just a famous entrepreneur. It is obviously somewhat unexpected that he would be a guest at a military exercise with a strong political nature.

Clayface took Luther and followed the etiquette lady to the guest waiting area. Later, they would board the largest warship, the USS South Boston, with other guests and participate in the military exercise at close range.

The etiquette team led the two distinguished guests into an armored vehicle. The car slowly drove along the road that the army had deliberately cleared, passed the cleaned beach, and finally stopped in front of a port. Through the window, one could see a group of people in different costumes standing on the dock.

These people should be the guests sent by various parties, including government officials and foreign diplomats. They will board the South Boston together later.

Clayface used his ability as an actor to wave to the guests at the dock in the spirit of Mayor Michel. He was not worried about being discovered abnormal. In order to deceive Superman's eyes, Clayface almost endured the nausea and ate Mayor Michel's entire body, which would make his mimicry closer to a real person.

But when the Clayface Man saw the people on the dock clearly, his kind smile froze on his face.

"What? Did you see any important person?" Luther approached the Clayface Man.

At this time, soldiers came over and opened the car door for them. A man with his head held high also walked down the dock after seeing them. He was wearing a neat military uniform covered with badges.

The man's expression was extremely serious, as if he was about to start cursing in the next second, which indeed gave people a sense of oppression even from a distance.

"Yes... General Sam Lane." Luther waved to the general who came over, and then patted the Clayface on the shoulder. "Don't worry, this guy should like you very much, at least he likes your point of view... I mean Mayor Michelle."

"No, not him..." The Clayface shook his head. He looked at the black-haired woman standing against the wooden stake on the dock with horror.

Although the man's hair color, hairstyle, and clothes had changed, and he even wore sunglasses, the Clayface Man still recognized who this person was at a glance. The fear and powerlessness that penetrated his bones made him unforgettable for the rest of his life.

At the same time, Valerie, who was wearing the Sky Eye uniform provided by Amanda, felt the gaze, and she raised her head and looked at the mayor who was stunned in the car.

NO56. Fear that goes deep into the bone

She saw me! She recognized me!

The severely weakened intelligence made the Clayface forget to think whether this was suspicious and he just wanted to turn around and run away immediately. Fortunately, Luther held him down in time.

"What are you doing? You are the mayor now." Luther said gritting his teeth.

"She recognized me! She wants to kill me!" The Clay-Faced Man was very anxious.

The people under the car looked at each other. They couldn't hear what the Clay-faced Man was saying, but the mayor's horrified expression still opened their eyes.

"She can't recognize you! With your current mimicry ability, even the red cloak can't recognize you!" Luther said with a gloomy face and a low voice. The mayor's loss of composure in public would make his already gamble plan even more out of control.

After hearing Luther's words, Clayface calmed down a little. He looked up at Valerie on the dock. The woman was still standing there staring at him. Next to her, a woman wearing a mask was whispering something to her.

"She must have seen through it!" The Clay-Faced Man panicked again.

Luther could already hear the guardsmen whispering behind him, and the clinking of medals as General Ryan, who was receiving them, moved.

Such a big problem happened before the plan even started, which finally made him a little impatient. Luther grabbed the Clayface's shoulders and pressed him under the car door, where he would not be seen by others. He showed him a ferocious expression: "She may have seen you, but this is in public, not to mention that you are the mayor now. She won't do anything to you, understand?"

The Clayface remembered the first time he was beaten up by Valerie. It was also in public. The woman pointed a shotgun at his chest. For a moment, his head shook like a rattle: "No! She will definitely do it!"

Luther finally lost his patience: "The person you are talking about should have no conflict with you now. She may not take action, but I can kill you right here and now!"

The reason why Lex Luthor can make Clayface work for him is not only because of his status and means, but also because he has already mastered the means to get rid of Clayface.

At this moment, the car door behind Luther was finally opened, and General Ryan stood upright with a stern face: "Mr. Luther, what happened to Mayor Michelle?"

"He's not feeling well, you know. He was caught up in a citizen riot while giving a speech a few days ago." Luther turned around and put on a smile that showed everything was under control.

"Really? We were all surprised when we heard that the mayor insisted on inviting the wealthy Luther to participate in the military exercise." General Ryan was obviously more interested in Luther.