I, V, Gotham Legend

"Has Batman really come to Metropolis?" Perhaps looking for something to talk about on the way, Helena asked Valerie.

"He's a bit shy. When he's ready, I'll introduce you to him," said Valerie.

Helena still doesn't know Batman's true identity. For the sake of their friendship, Valerie is willing to help Bruce hide his identity.

Just at this moment, the sound of air being rolled up was heard, and it could be heard even in the relatively quiet hovercraft. Valerie looked out the window and saw the black bat wings flying with them as if accompanying them.

Valerie couldn't see what was going on in the Batwing, but she still greeted him. She didn't know if Batman saw it.

The Batwing suddenly accelerated and flew away. It seemed that Batman just came to say hello.

Watching the bat wing do a gorgeous roll and draw a graceful arc in the sky, Valerie felt a little sour.

"Why are you so proud? I have a spaceship to explore the universe!" Valerie muttered indignantly.

Because being too high-profile might alert the enemy and even the government, Valerie does not plan to use the Joramand spacecraft in the next operation.

Having said that, being handsome is a lifelong pursuit, and Valerie pondered over how to improve her fashion sense.

……

The Suicide Squad sneaked out at night.

With Lex Luthor missing, they theoretically don't have to be so timid anymore, but since they've been fooled by Luthor so many times, they decide it's better to be cautious.

This time the delivery location is in an alley in the southwest of the metropolis. Due to many accidents, the Suicide Squad has become a little ptsd about this kind of secret location that is very suitable for ambush.

“It’s a bit crowded here.”

In a foreign imported van, King Shark bent over and complained as several of them were squeezed together.

"Why do you have to squeeze in with us?" Floyd, who was driving, asked, looking straight ahead.

"Luthor put a bomb in my brain, and only Amanda can solve it." King Shark said honestly.

"Is this really reliable? Amanda has planted a bomb for each of us. I don't think she will untie it for you." Harkness said darkly, "Maybe the fat guy will use it to threaten you to work for her."

"I know, but it's better than working for Luther." King Shark said in a dull tone, "In Waller's eyes, I'm still a human being. At least she won't use me for human experiments all the time."

NO4. Win, win, win

In order to clean up the battlefield, Metropolitan Port has been basically blocked, and the government has hired the most prestigious infrastructure team in the city.

Several trucks with LexCorp logos drove into the scene, and the army agreed to let them pass after confirming their identities.

The two officers who stayed behind couldn't help but marvel at the trucks that consciously stopped to clean the battlefield, as well as the ships, helicopters and other equipment on the distant ocean.

"I heard that their boss is the main suspect in the mayor's disappearance case, and he actually dared to hire people from Lex Group." An officer sighed.

"This is America. Capitalists sometimes have more outstanding resources than the government. Right now, Lex Group is better suited for this job than any aftermath team." Another officer behind him expressed his opinion, his eyes hidden under the brim of his hat.

"That makes sense... but I've heard of a deeper inside story." The officer in front suddenly lowered his voice mysteriously, "The government doesn't intend to investigate the mayor's case in detail. Luther has more or less evidence against all of them."

"This is really... not unexpected." The officer behind him seemed to find it amusing and chuckled twice.

"I can only say that Luther is really lucky. When he was causing trouble, he encountered something bigger than himself. Now no one is in the mood to mess with him." The officer in front made a sharp comment.

Just at this moment, a truck seemed to have received something from a ship on the seashore. After a round of discussion with the workers, it drove towards the exit of the blockade area.

"Hey! What are you doing!" The officer standing in front noticed this scene. He picked up the walkie-talkie and questioned the truck driver.

For battlefield garbage, the military has prepared a special disposal area. After cleaning, the garbage will be piled together and someone will sort it out.

But this truck did not look like it was unloading. It was about to leave with a full load of battlefield garbage.

The officer did not let the truck pass and it was stopped by a bar.

"What do you want to do? Taking things away from here without permission is a crime!" the officer reminded.

The truck driver rolled down his window. He didn't say anything, but just stared at the officer for a while through his sunglasses.

"...What are you looking at?" The officer felt a little frightened by being stared at, but before he could take any further action, a piercing pain suddenly came from his back.

He lowered his head in a daze, until he saw clearly the khaki long knife-like object piercing through his chest, and then he screamed out as if he realized it belatedly.

But he soon calmed down, and the long knife on his chest swung diagonally, chopping off all the internal organs along the way. The officer spat out blood and finally fell to the ground powerlessly.

"It's passed, boss." The clay-faced man disguised as an officer pulled out his hand that had transformed into a mantis knife and reported honestly to the driver.

"Poor child, in order for mankind to stand forever in this world, I need these things... This is a necessary sacrifice." The driver raised his sunglasses, and his facial skin fell off like a mask, revealing Luther's face.

"Sorry boss, I don't quite understand... Are you mourning for him?" asked the Clayface Man, looking at the officer's body on the ground.

"I'm mourning all those who died in this war. Their sacrifices are worth remembering." Luther leaned back in his chair. "Despite my mistakes, I got what I wanted. Is it time for me to leave?"

"Okay, boss." The Clayface, who was almost stupid, gave up thinking about Luther's intentions and pushed open the door. "By the way, boss, how do we deal with this corpse?"

"Think about it yourself. I didn't ask you to kill him." Luther didn't even look at the Clayface. He stepped on the accelerator and the truck left the beach slowly.

The Clayface Man lowered his head in disappointment, but when he looked at the corpse on the ground and recalled the feeling of chopping people with the mantis knife just now, he felt very refreshed.

Let’s eat this guy first.

While the Clayface was still thinking, the communication between Luther and him sounded again: "Let that ship pass, Carlo."

The clay-faced man raised his head and looked at the cruise ship in the distance in surprise.

The ship's waterline had risen a lot, and it was obvious that there was something heavy pressing on it.

No one could see clearly that behind the ship, half of a black spaceship was tied up with chains.

……

Luther drove the truck with one hand. He no longer cared about being photographed, so he did not disguise himself and open the window to get some fresh air.

The things in the car behind him were knocked around as the truck bumped around, but they were just garbage, so Luther wasn't worried about damaging anything.

The only important thing in this truck is a half-dead body buried in a pile of robot debris.

After returning to Metropolis from the parallel world, Luthor has been thinking about how to minimize the losses in the inevitable doomsday, and even how to profit from this disaster.

He organized the military exercise because he knew that there was an alien as powerful as Superman hiding in the army.

If the plan had gone well, Luther would have been more successful.

At about the same time as the hacker access cabin, Luther obtained another alien cube, which could remotely connect to the hacker access cabin and even enhance the hacker's capabilities.

He hid the Mother Box in an ordinary-looking lead box.

Before Zod arrived, Luthor lied to the Kryptonians based on their obsession with the Central Codex and told them that the box contained the Codex - or something related to it.

After Zod brings the cube back to the spaceship, he can activate the mother box and directly gain control of the three spaceships.

In this way, if they temporarily join forces with two powerful aliens, defeating the three Kryptonians will be a piece of cake.

However, the plan has gone awry. The alien named V suddenly appears and steals the key chip of the plan.

But the outcome was good, the Kryptonians were defeated, and the war caused less damage than Luthor imagined.

In addition, even if there was damage, Luthor still got the spaceship and the Kryptonian corpse, so his plan still could not be considered a failure.

"Now, all we need is the Mother Box." Luther thought while holding the steering wheel.

The hacker wouldn't be able to get the access module back anytime soon, but he wasn't going to let go of the Mother Box.

The Suicide Squad was not killed by Zod as originally planned, and the Mother Box was not brought back to the spacecraft. However, with Luthor's deep-rooted power in Metropolis, it was effortless for him to get the Mother Box back.

He had already arranged for spies in the government to receive the Mother Box from the Suicide Squad in an official capacity of the government, and then bypass the government and send it directly back to Luthor's arms.

Unless there was an unplanned fluctuation like V encountered in the hacker access cabin, Luther could not imagine the possibility of a crash.

……

The alley was dark and the street lights seemed to be damaged.

Several members of the Suicide Squad gathered together nervously. They held the box containing the Mother Box and looked like they had lost all hope in life.

Although the surroundings were as quiet as death, there was a gleaming table knife stuck at their feet, suggesting that something terrible was lurking in the shadows.

"I knew it! There must be an ambush in the alley!" Harkness cried in agony.

NO5. Go and try it

The Suicide Squad did not go too deep into the alley. They had anticipated the situation and stood closer to the exit.

Originally they came here to meet the person who was to take over, and all they had to do was hand the box to the person they were meeting, but now it was obvious that they were under attack.

The lights in the alley were smashed, and a table knife was half buried in the ground, flashing an unsettling red light, like the timer of a time bomb.

The four people and the fish were about two meters away, guarding against the knife as if it were a landmine.

"To be honest, none of our plans have gone smoothly during our time in Metropolis!" Harkness complained.

"So I basically don't set up complicated plans. Improvisation is the main course of action." The Death Shooter raised his arm and aimed at the dinner knife. "He's still hiding in the dark... Who do you think this person is?"

"You look like you have a guess?" Deathstroke also pulled out a knife from behind.

"I thought it was a friend of ours..." Deadshot remembered that Valerie had a throwing knife style of fighting, "but if it was her, she wouldn't just hide like that."

If it was Valerie, she would have rushed out like a flash and beat them up after the knife missed.

The woman's aim wasn't so deliberate, and the knife seemed like an obvious trap waiting for them to pass.

"I thought of another person I know." Deathstroke gripped the knife handle tightly, ready for battle.

He had seen Batman's style in the Penguin's manor. He would lurk in the shadows and eliminate his teammates one by one until only the last one was left.

But this is the Met, and the knife doesn’t look like it’s in the shape of a bat.

"No matter who this guy is, I think the smartest thing to do is to go back the way we came..." Harkness took a few steps back, but felt something pressing against his lower back.

He was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Harley who was pressing his back.

"What's wrong?" Harkness looked at Harley's smiling face and asked in surprise. In his impression, Harley was still the timid little white rabbit as before.

Harley deliberately put on an exaggerated smile, then exerted force and pushed Harkness forward.

"Huh? No..." Harkness was caught off guard by Harley's action. He tried his best to regain his balance, but his messy steps hit his toes which were still bandaged. He lost his balance and fell forward to the ground.

Harkness's jaw hit the ground, but he had no time to wail, for the glowing red knife was before him.

As if it detected someone nearby, the red light flashed more intensely, and Harkness even heard the sound of machinery running like the flapping of insect wings.

"Fuck, f**k! Hurry up and pull me away!" Harkness tried to stand up in a hurry, but when he turned around, the group of teammates were already far away.

"You..." Harkness was about to scold these people for being unfair, but the dinner knife exploded. He felt as if his head was hit by a hammer and everything went blank.

"It's a stun grenade." Death Shooter recognized it, but fortunately they had already run out of its effective range.

Harley suddenly grabbed a baseball bat and threw it into the air: "It turned out! There!"

The baseball bat flew into the air and was suddenly hit by something. With the sound of metal collision, the baseball bat and the black stick-like object fell to the ground together.

"That's..." Deadshot immediately adjusted his infrared glasses and looked in the direction where Harley threw the bat.

A hooded man hides behind a billboard, holding a bow in his hand.

As if noticing the Death Shooter's gaze, the hooded man pulled out a handful of arrows from his back and put them on the compound bow.

The arrowhead is shining with a sense of technology, and most importantly, if it weren't tied to the handle, it would look like a table knife.

"We were all wrong..." Deadshot concluded, raising his arm to aim at the billboard, "That's not anyone we know."

The hooded man had already let go of the bowstring, and the shining arrow shot out.

The Deadshot had already pulled the trigger before the Hooded Man drew his bow, and the bullet hit the arrowhead with an accuracy that would have stunned any outsider.

The arrow was deflected and rolled with an exaggerated amplitude. The hooded man didn't do much and hid behind the billboard.

Then, the arrow was like lime thrown into water, sweeping the space and emitting a dazzling white light.

This time it was a flash bomb. Several members of the Suicide Squad raised their hands to block their eyes. The strong light made them a little dizzy.

Amid the shock of the bright light, the Death Shooter's sensitive ears heard the sound of breaking wind, as if several more arrows were shot.

He shook his head and finally woke up from the dizziness, only to find that several arrows surrounded them from five angles.

The arrow tail rotated like a fan, spraying thick black ropes in all directions, with the knots intertwined together like a complicated spider web.

Then, as if someone had flipped a switch, the web shrank.

Deadshot was unable to dodge and was caught by a tennis net-like rope, colliding with Harley and King Shark behind him.