I, V, Gotham Legend

Ordering subordinate soldiers to launch a counterattack was already the fastest response, but the command room was completely in the dark about the specific situation.

"General! The Brave has been sunk!" The door was suddenly pushed open, and the soldier who opened the door shouted faster than the door.

"What? Sink a cruiser? It's not even five minutes yet!" General Ryan finally couldn't keep his expression.

"That alien was shattered in just a moment. I couldn't see clearly!" The soldier was already incoherent.

General Ryan had no choice but to ask his men to take the soldiers down to rest. At this time, another officer sitting on the side also handed over bad news: "General. It's not just the sea, there are also a large number of alien robots crawling onto the beach."

"Let the troops on the ground organize resistance and request support. Have they left the cabin?" General Ryan calmed himself and gave orderly orders to the people around him.

This is a war. Fortunately, the army is near the spacecraft and can respond as quickly as possible. It can be said that this military exercise, which was temporarily scaled up, was a blessing in disguise.

But the power of the aliens described by the soldier just now was like a layer of haze hanging over General Ryan's heart. Even he had doubts about how long the army could resist.

"At such an important moment, Colonel Morales hasn't come back yet?!" General Ryan shouted as if to vent his anxiety.

"The colonel has lost contact and we are sending people to look for him." The subordinate in charge of the matter replied stiffly.

General Ryan's heart sank to the bottom, because his daughter Louise was still in the guest group led by Colonel Morales.

But as the highest decision maker here, he could only temporarily suppress his worries and focus his attention on the aliens.

...

The soldiers in the South Boston's cabin were strictly following Colonel Morales' orders to block the news of the extraordinary battle, but the sudden outbreak of war forced them to return to their posts.

Colonel Morales bypassed a group of soldiers, secretly and anxiously looking for a more secluded place.

Just as he entered a bathroom, a look of surprise suddenly appeared on his dark face.

A cold little hand then rested on his shoulder: "I knew you were going to hide here from the small map."

"You also know that my identity is rather special." Colonel Morales smiled bitterly.

"Then you are still openly protecting me. Isn't this even more suspicious?" Valerie said with a smile.

"I've been in the military for many years, so I won't be suspected of something like this." Morales turned around, his eyes turning red. "Since you're here, that means you've dealt with that deformed monster you mentioned, right?"

"Probably. At least he is no longer capable of doing bad things... The same goes for Luther. He is still tied up in the computer room." Valerie replied.

"Honestly, when you first said there were shapeshifting monsters mixed in with the crowd, I was a little nervous... until I heard the mayor's inner voice," Morales recalled. "I almost thought you were here for me."

"You can read my mind?!" Valerie was shocked, and then she covered her face shyly, "Then can you hear what I'm thinking?"

Although Valerie is a very open person, she still feels inexplicably embarrassed at the thought of having her mind read.

"My moral standards prevent me from using this trick on anyone casually, and you are special and I can't hear your voice," Morales explained.

"I've heard that before... You're the first person to say I'm special recently." Both Luthor and Amanda had said to Valerie, 'You're not special.' "By the way, can you beat a Kryptonian?"

Valerie's words made Morales stunned for a moment, and then he nodded solemnly like a policeman who was placed with hope: "I can do my best to stop them."

"...I don't think Luther has seen you in his parallel world trip." Valerie suddenly said something Morales couldn't understand. "Let's stop the alien invasion here."

"I suggest you evacuate with the other guests. This is not an ordinary disaster," Morales suggested with hesitation.

Valerie crossed her arms again: "There are things that only I can do... If you see Superman later, remember to ask him to come and see me in person."

Morales nodded to show that he understood, and seeing that Valerie finally had nothing else to do, he turned around and went back to the bathroom.

But Valerie stopped him at this moment: "Just here, I have seen your transformation... There is no one else here."

Even Amanda's communication had been forcibly cut off by her, and Helena sent a text message to Valerie complaining that she heard Waller's deafening roar.

Morales was silent for a moment, then he nodded. Right under Valerie's eyes, his skin, starting from his glowing red eyes, turned green like flowing water, and his clothes turned into a leather-textured battle suit.

The Martian Hunter took one last look at Valerie, then his body floated up and crashed into the wall beside him, leaving a big hole in the wall, with the chaotic sea outside.

Watching the Martian Hunter disappear, Valerie filled the hole in the wall, then looked back at the cabin where everyone had almost run away, and stretched.

"Well, it's time for a big fight. It's just a massacre of soldiers. Who's afraid of who?" Valerie rubbed her soft fingers together, then took out from her pocket a robot clone that she had killed on the way here.

She wants to combine the technology of Krypton and Earth to build a robot assembly line factory in the cabin of this island-sized aircraft carrier.

Originally, it would take time to design an assembly line. Fortunately, thanks to a certain question mark person, Valerie had been studying robots for a long time. She simply modified the existing idea, then took out a sledgehammer and first smashed the nearest wall.

The assembly line requires space, so she first needs to clear out a place that is large enough to produce soldiers, and also to dismantle a lot of materials.

As for whether damaging military property would cause dissatisfaction from the military, that was not something Valerie should consider now.

Special matters must be handled specially in special times. If that doesn't work, just put the blame on the Tianyan Society.

"That's right." As if she remembered something, Valerie used the materials obtained from dismantling the wall to make a drilling rig that was convenient for demolition, and at the same time remotely controlled it through the network window to activate the mechanism of the O'Neill Hotel.

72. War

[Frontline reporter Louise Lane reports to you that due to the huge size of the alien army and the sudden attack, the army can only barely involve a portion of them, and a large number of them still slipped through and sneaked into the metropolis.]

Since the joint military exercise was broadcast live around the world, the sudden intrusion of aliens has stolen the military's limelight. Although the government responded quickly and cut off the live broadcast except for the metropolis, the arrival of the aliens can no longer be concealed.

Because it was very close to where the incident occurred, the live video of the Metropolis was not interrupted. Lois Lane, who was invited to record and report the military exercise because of her strong background, became a war correspondent instead.

At this time, Louise and other guests were escorted by a small army to hide in a relatively safe guest room, which was decorated like a hotel. In order to have a more intuitive report, Louise deliberately found a window where she could see the outside.

[Please evacuate to nearby air defense facilities or wartime gathering points in an orderly manner. Please remember that we are with you.] Louise reported according to the request of her father who had just been contacted.

At this time, after a period of disbelief, a series of explosions in the distant harbor finally made the citizens of Metropolis accept the reality, and the closer people were to Metropolis Port, the more they rushed to escape.

Although the O'Neill Hotel is some distance from the beach, the doomsday-like commotion can be heard in the distance, and the remaining customers and staff in the hotel are eager to evacuate the hotel.

But just before they ran out, the whole hotel suddenly shook like an earthquake, and the originally transparent door was blocked by the smashed iron curtain.

"What? What's going on?"

"Aliens are attacking?"

"Help!"

The people who had already crowded at the door were in chaos.

"Don't worry!" At this moment, the manager who was still waiting behind the crowd suddenly remembered something, "It's V! She has a backup plan! We are safe here!"

This was just her wishful thinking. She felt that a superhero as famous as V would not surrender.

"Relax... We are safe... This is the safest place in the city... Yes, relax." The manager was sweating profusely as he presided over the situation, and at the same time he was comforting himself.

On the top floor of the O'Neill Hotel, which they could not see, half of the ceiling was lifted up like a lid, and a piece of the top of the towering building was lifted up, which looked like a lighter from a distance.

Jet of air was coming out from the bottom of the cement foundation, and a group of robots of various shapes were clinging to the foundation, like a slowly rising island.

With white exhaust, the concrete foundation flew towards the harbor.

...

Due to being caught off guard, the war on the sea showed a visibly declining trend. The formation of the warships was stirred by the ocean currents, the robots scrambled to climb onto the nearest ship, and the sound of gunfire could not even cover up the screams of the soldiers.

Fiora was suspended in the air. Although she was in an all-round advantage, she was still somewhat dissatisfied with the war's offensive.

She felt that she could be much more efficient in person than these mechanical clones summoned from the dark world, but as a battle-hardened commander, she remembered that she could not abandon the army just because of her own bravery.

In her long memory of battles, she had encountered countless cases of arrogant strongmen being beaten and dragged down. Therefore, even if the army was of little use to her, Fiora would not give up easily.

What's more, the war on the ground is not the focus. The most important thing is to wait until the Krypton spacecraft is debugged and start transforming the environment of the planet.

Having said that, Fiora didn't mind speeding up the war herself. She landed within the range of the fleet and squinted at a warship.

Some people on the ship noticed Fiora's actions and were frightened out of their wits. The image of this female alien sinking a cruiser with one blow lingered in their minds like a nightmare.

Fiora kicked her feet, an air-burst sounded, and she smashed into the warship like a cannonball.

Just as the people on the warship were fleeing like dinosaurs welcoming an asteroid, a green figure flashed by, and like stones smashing together in mid-air, the Martian Hunter knocked Fiora away.

Fiora veered off course and crashed into the surface of the sea, sending up enough water to splash onto the deck.

The Martian Manhunter stopped in mid-air, first glanced at the soldiers on the ship who were still in shock, and then looked at the Kryptonian spaceship hovering in the distance.

"Splash! Wow!!" The sound of water splashing rang out again. The Martian Hunter turned around and looked at Fiora who was flying up again.

Fiora wanted to say something, but realizing that the other party might not understand what she wanted to say, she closed her lips and clenched her fists in silence.

But the man's voice automatically sounded in her mind: "There are too many people here. We should go to another place."

She raised her eyebrows in surprise, then said, "War is not a joke."

Fiora spoke in Kryptonian, but the Martian Manhunter, who was connected to her mind, could understand.

"Then you're not going anywhere." Martian Hunter said, rushing towards Fiora.

The Martians and Kryptonians collided with each other, causing huge waves. The sea water raised by them spread out like a shock wave, causing the nearby warships to shake violently.

...

Another alien suddenly appeared and restrained the woman in black, which made the soldiers below breathe a sigh of relief.

Even if that woman did nothing and just stood there silently, it was enough to scare the soldiers.

However, even so, the war situation is not optimistic. The body shape of the machine-cloned humans is not much different from that of ordinary people. At most, they have a few more arms. Apart from being tougher, they are not difficult to deal with.

However, these machines have no sense of pain and do not understand fear. Unless they are completely unable to move, they will still wriggle and rip open their enemies even if they fall to the ground.

Even if the mortal soldiers risked their lives, it would be difficult for them to cause any harm to the robots. Even their only effective weapons, firearms, would only be effective if they hit the weak points or increased the amount of ammunition.

To make matters worse, the enemy seemed to have added a new type of troops. A group of robots with tracks were lifted up to the surrounding warships by octopus-like flying vehicles. The sudden influx of a large number of robots further aggravated the despair of the troops.

Until they noticed that the robots, after landing on the deck, first swung their fists at the other robot clones that had previously boarded the ship.

A man who was nearly torn apart by the clones was luckily rescued by a tracked robot that arrived later. He watched the robot smash the clone into scrap metal with its high-frequency little fists, and he was still in shock for a moment.

The octopus-shaped drone hovered in front of him with a buzzing sound. The dozen tentacles under its square head spun in a circle, and then it took out a pink and green shotgun and handed it to the soldier.

"Use this, it's very powerful." A cool voice sounded from it.

No. 73. Reinforcements

The same scene was being played out all over the battlefield at this time. The robots carried by the octopus joined the battle and became the most reliable support force. The octopus drones would also provide weapons to the soldiers on the ship after dropping the robots.

These robots have a uniform shape. All of them move on tracks, have heads like motorcycle handlebars, and have luminous screens like audio devices hanging in place of their faces. The most uniform feature is a large letter V painted with blue paint on their white torsos.

After landing on the ship, the robots will first look for the nearest replicant, and then use the huge metal gloves hanging on their mechanical arms to hammer the replicant into a pulp with a series of punches.

After each clone was smashed, the robots would hang up for a while until the green audio screen lit up red like an electrocardiogram, and then they would automatically index to the next robot closest to them.

Sometimes different robots would attack the same clone at the same time, and sometimes robots would be torn into pieces by the clones. Small octopus-like drones would nimbly shuttle across the battlefield, using their nimble tentacles to hook up a lot of scrap metal on the ground and stuff it into their huge heads, then return in the direction they came from, until they came back with the robots again.

The number of robot reinforcements was far behind the reproduction rate of the clones, but their speed was as if wholesale, continuous and orderly, and the pressure on the soldiers who were fighting desperately was greatly relieved.

But the robots suddenly joined the battlefield, and when the matter was reported to the overwhelmed command room, General Ryan was undecided for a moment.

"You mean green aliens have joined the battlefield, and a group of unknown robots have suddenly joined the battle and provided equipment support to our army?" The general briefly concluded, "Where did those robots come from? Is it related to the green alien?"

"Not sure, but we have received reports from other fleets..." The reporter swallowed, "They said the supporting robots came from the direction of the South Boston in the middle."

"From us?" General Ryan felt a chill down his spine. "Where? Why don't I know? Is it some secret weapon of the government?"

The other officers also looked at each other. Obviously no one had heard of this matter. They all looked at General Ryan in confusion, asking for instructions on the next step.

General Ryan took a deep breath, then kept a calm expression and ordered: "The invading aliens are the primary problem now. Send the order to the front line to cooperate with the robots and accept their support... And Jones, take some people back to the cabin and investigate what is going on."

"Yes, sir." A black officer stood up and hurriedly trotted out of the command room.

......

In the room where the guests gathered, some robot clones had already discovered the people hiding there. They clung to the outer wall of the warship and pounded on the wall with their metal claws, just like opening a tin can.

The guests stayed away from the knocking wall. Even the brave Louise followed the crowd and hid in front of the door on the other side of the room. They felt their blood flow quickening due to their heartbeats, and everyone was breathing heavily.

Despite the terrifying clanging sounds of metal fighting outside the door, some guests still tried to open the door and escape. However, the metal door seemed to be welded from the outside and could not be opened from the inside.

The sound of people knocking on the outer wall was like a zombie siege in a post-apocalyptic movie. Although there were no signs of the wall breaking, the terrifying number of enemy troops could still be seen through the circular window.

Louise was holding the camera. Her live broadcast was forced to pause because the signal was suddenly cut off, but she still protected her props with the qualities of a reporter.

These guests were originally political and business leaders from all over the world, but at this moment they were so desperate that they couldn't even wail. The sound of iron hammering outside the door was as resounding as the Chinese community during the Spring Festival. There was also a large group of hummingbirds pounding on the wall outside. They were like pigeons trapped in a cage.

Many people have left their last words, hoping that someone will find their bodies after the war.

Just as Louise took out a pen and paper to write down her current mood and her instructions for her final affairs, the clones who were smashing the wall outside suddenly stopped.

"boom!"