I, V, Gotham Legend

There is a Chinatown in the metropolis. Although it is some distance away from here, you can already see the fireworks being set off there.

Compared to the hustle and bustle in the distance, this alley is much quieter, and the loudest sound is the jet sound of the white hovercraft.

After throwing Ajad into the car, Helena and Oliver also got in one after another.

"V." Deathstroke called out to Valerie, who was the last one to get on the car.

"Do you have anything else to say?" Valerie paused as she closed the car door.

"Amanda Waller has a question for you." Deathstroke said helplessly, "About... the chip."

Valerie pursed her lips. This box was okay, but she would never hand it over to the hacker access cabin because it was her own thing.

If it were Valerie two months ago, she would have just come clean and not even the government would have been able to take anything from her.

But now Valerie is a beautiful girl super mercenary worth nearly 10 billion. She has already had the image of an idol and has become more steady in her work.

Plus, she knew how obsessed Amanda was with this thing, and she felt it would become very troublesome if she told her the truth.

Valerie thought for a moment, then said, "Luther is a bit cunning..."

"Amanda said that she heard with her own ears how you defeated Luthor using that chip." Deathstroke interrupted Valerie.

Valerie closed her mouth. She regretted not blocking Amanda earlier.

Fortunately, there is a backup option. After closing her eyes for a moment, Valerie opened her pale blue eyes again and looked into the distance with melancholy: "Luther prepared a backup plan. He teamed up with a group of guys who called themselves the Assassin's League to steal the chip."

"The League of Assassins?" Deathstroke was not just repeating Amanda's words, he himself had dealt with the League of Assassins before.

"Those guys... especially the one called Siwa, they are quite capable." Valerie kept lamenting, as if it were real, "I didn't keep the chip, and they took it away."

Deathstroke had also fought with Shiva before, and he knew that Shiva was very strong, but he had also seen Valerie in action, and it was obvious that this one was even stronger.

Especially before, V was involved in the war with the Kryptonians on the front line, and Deathstroke had witnessed the power of the Kryptonians with his own eyes.

Could Shiva actually snatch something from V? Did he hold back when he fought me?

Deathstroke felt inexplicably frustrated, and at this moment, Amanda's voice gave the next instruction.

"I see... Well, good luck to you." Deathstroke took a step back, slightly away from the hovercraft.

"Okay, see you later if we have the chance... If you are interested in being a mercenary in my bar, you are always welcome." Valerie waved her hand. "I can remove the explosives from your brain at any time."

Valerie's sudden remark startled Deathstroke, but Amanda was listening.

But he only heard the noise in the headphones, and Amanda's superior and angry voice was nowhere to be heard.

He looked at Valerie in surprise, and happened to see Valerie making a gesture with two fingers in front of her eyebrows.

He realized that Valerie had temporarily turned off her headphones.

"Let's go back and eat dumplings in the evening. See you later." As she said that, Valerie rolled up the car window, and the hovercraft finally took off into the air.

As the shadow of the hovercraft gradually drifted away, Amanda's voice sounded again in Deathstroke's headset: "The mission almost failed. Half of your wages will be deducted."

"This is the first time I know we still have wages." Deathstroke took off his mask as if to breathe. "Waller, did you hear anything just now?"

"I heard everything you said." Amanda still had everything under control. "Give up. I won't renew your hotel room."

Although he didn't know what Waller heard specifically, Deathstroke was very clear that this was not what he and V communicated.

He thought he had been caught in Amanda's iron grip and it would be extremely difficult to regain his freedom, but now he saw hope again.

However, at this moment, the perceptive Amanda spoke again: "You asked me what I heard? Did you have any other communication?"

She felt something was wrong. There was obviously something wrong with what Deathstroke said.

"I mean the fireworks." Fortunately, Deathstroke reacted quickly. He looked into the distance, where the sky was full of gorgeous flowers. "It might be the Chinese New Year now... but this thing is really noisy."

"It's taxpayers' freedom to decide what holidays to celebrate. It's none of your business as a criminal to worry about it." Amanda scolded, then temporarily shut down the conversation.

She would report the new intelligence to her superiors and request a thorough search of the Assassin's League and the so-called Siwa.

After Amanda stopped talking, Deathstroke finally turned around and saw a group of colleagues looking at him expectantly.

"Perhaps Waller is in a good mood. We have saved our heads." Deathstroke announced, "That's all for tonight. Let's go back."

"Wuhu!" Hackness jumped up excitedly.

Harley carried the baseball bat she had just picked up on her shoulder, with a look of boredom on her pale face. Apart from the King Shark who was still sleeping soundly, she might be the only person here who didn't smile.

After briefly celebrating being alive, the Suicide Squad carried King Shark and squeezed back into the van. They were off work for the day.

……

Time soon came to the second half of the night, and the drug seizure team's operation went smoothly.

With Oliver's help, Valerie and the others were more efficient in clearing out the drug dealers' stronghold. The main reason they were able to survive until the late night was that it took time to travel.

The only disappointment was that Ajad, who served as the guide, did not have a complete grasp of the drug dealers' strongholds.

All the destinations provided by Ajad can be found on the map provided by Batman, but there are many marked places on Batman's map that even Ajad doesn't know.

"How did you manage to get by as a corporate executive?" Valerie commented sharply, "You don't even have a good understanding of a single stronghold."

"I am a member of management after all... and this map is too detailed..." Ajad made excuses guiltily.

He suspected that there were undercover agents hiding in the group who were more powerful than himself, otherwise this map would be so detailed that it would be abnormal no matter how he looked at it.

He was worried that Valerie would feel useless and kick him out of the car out of frustration. This place was more than ten meters above the ground.

It doesn't matter what happens to me, but if I can't hand over the Mother Box to Luther, my wife and children will be in danger.

"Okay, there's the last one in front. After we take it down, we can meet up with the Bat." Valerie retreated tactically.

"..." Oliver, who had been keeping to himself since getting on the bus, was silent for a long time. Finally, he couldn't help but speak to Valerie, "I heard from them before... Your name is V?"

He looked at Valerie's iconic blue hair and yellow clothes, and the memory that had been forgotten in the corner finally woke up: "Are you the group that defeated the Riddler before?"

NO11. Black Trade (Two in One)

The old gymnasium looked like it had not been repaired for a long time, as evidenced by the peeling paint on the walls and rusty doors.

However, the several neat vehicles parked around the stadium prove that it is not as desolate as it seems.

The bigwigs in suits and ties got out of the crowded and low-key van and walked towards the stadium gate while exchanging pleasantries with each other.

Compared to Gotham, the black trade in Metropolis is much more low-key. They build nests all over the city like ants and cover them with a decent appearance.

The Bolon Group can be considered the white glove of the smuggling trade. The gangs work together to make the company look glamorous in front of the stage and cover up the shameful shadow.

The drug trade is just one of the many links in their business, and because there are so many evildoers in the metropolis, this is not the main place for their black industry to operate.

Despite this, there are still a lot of rats in the metropolis, after all, this is the base camp where the group started.

When the thugs in suits walked into the gymnasium, a considerable number of people had already gathered there. They were surrounding a mountain of teddy bears, and everyone had a bad expression on their face.

"Where is the Regent?" The first question after entering the door was to the real boss of the group.

The nominal boss of the Bolon Group is Eimear Bolon, an old woman who is paralyzed and has a catheter in the hospital ward.

Everyone knew that even if she could still move, she was just a puppet, and the real boss of the company was the mysterious man they called the Regent.

"The Regent is talking about business, and you know where our money comes from." A thug said, taking out a teddy bear from the mountain of teddy bears, reaching out and twisting the bear's head, and then pulling out a bag of flour along with it.

"Is this really the thing we usually use?" The thug picked up the white powder and looked at it thoughtfully.

"At least its hallucinogenic effect is top-notch. The customer may have special needs...don't ask too many questions." Although he scolded, the big shot who came in was obviously very curious.

After the fall of Black Mask, Gotham's supply became less stable, until a few months ago, when Maroni began to take over Black Mask's business.

Due to Gotham's unique industrial location advantages, it is very suitable for money laundering and smuggling transit, which has led to many international companies having dealings with Gotham.

The cooperation between the Bolon Group and Maroni is not complicated. They sell drugs to each other, making money from each other and competing with each other.

However, in recent months, Maroni has produced a strange white powder. These big shots dare not try it, and the reactions of his subordinates after trying it are generally bad.

They did not seem to experience the morbid and sinful pleasure, but instead seemed to have seen something horrifying.

Some even fell directly to the ground, bleeding from all seven orifices, with a look of horror and fear on their faces.

This kind of goods will definitely not be sold. The Bolon Group has a lot of bad work to do. If it weren't for Maroni's growing strength and the possibility of future cooperation, they would definitely ask for an explanation.

But just a few days ago, a big customer suddenly came to Gotham and bought all the stockpiled goods at a price lower than the purchase price.

Although there would be losses, nothing would be gained by keeping it in hand. In order to stop the losses in time, the Regent agreed to the deal.

Tonight is the delivery day. The Regent himself should have gone to meet with the customer, and these second-level gang cadres are responsible for clearing the goods.

"Okay, we have half an hour. Let's get moving, boys." After a quick visual count of the cargo, the big shot gave the order.

After receiving the instructions, the thugs who had been ready for action began the busy work of transporting the goods. Due to the sensitivity of the white powder trade, those who participated in it could get a share of the profits as hush money.

A thug wearing a Bronn Biotech uniform carried a bag of teddy bears and walked towards the door with a slightly hunched back. Perhaps because he had been staying up late for a long time, he yawned tiredly as he walked.

Thinking that he could take a rest after finishing this order, his steps were a little unsteady and his tired vision gradually blurred as if he was nearsighted.

In the dim light, he seemed to see something reflecting the moonlight.

He bit his lower lip and forced himself to stay awake, regaining his consciousness and seeing clearly what was in front of him.

It was a long and thin arrow, the arrowhead was nailed into the wall like a nail, and the black tail was integrated with the wall. If he had not been in a daze with clear thinking and concentration, he might not have been able to see the arrow.

The tail of the arrow was pointing diagonally upwards, obviously shot from the ceiling.

The thug turned his neck stiffly and looked up at the ceiling with an incredible expression.

However, before that, as if controlled by remote control, the arrow that was originally quietly hidden in the wall made a harsh ringing sound.

Before the thug could react, the stun grenade exploded. He felt like he was hit on the head with a stick, and then he fell to the ground unconscious.

Despite the bloody nose and the teddy bears scattered all over the floor, he did get an early night's sleep.

"who?!"

The sound of the stun grenade attracted the attention of the gangsters present. They immediately put down the goods in their hands, took out their weapons, and fired in all directions.

But as if they had calculated it correctly, just as they were preparing for the enemy attack, all the doors and windows of the gymnasium were automatically blocked by rolling shutters.

The clanging of metal hitting metal was incessant, and these gangsters felt like chickens in a cage.

"Ziz!" The sound of electric current suddenly rang out. The gangsters raised their heads to look at the ceiling, and saw a man in a dark green cloak standing on the metal beam. The bow he was holding had an arrow shining with electric light.

"Prepare for defense!" The leader of this group of people did not ask anyone like a fool, but immediately gave defensive orders to his subordinates.

After receiving the order, several people carrying riot shields ran to the front and held the shields above their heads, while others hid behind them with pistols in hand. For a moment, the formation looked quite formal.

The leader hid in the back and felt safe. He finally felt relieved and asked the man on the beam: "Who are you?"

Oliver didn't answer him, he didn't even change his position, but just released the bowstring.

The arrow shot out with lightning, accurately passing through the gaps between the riot shields, passing over the thugs with shields and guns, and shot straight at the leader.

Perhaps it was God's blessing that the arrow did not hit the leader, but instead passed over his cheek and nailed to the pillar next to him.

"Hehe...hehe, nothing more than that." The leader was so scared that he broke out in a cold sweat. He couldn't help but celebrate his luck in his heart.

The gangsters protecting their leader finally reacted. They kept shooting at the beams. Oliver seemed to have achieved his goal and fell backwards.

Just as the leader was about to shout out the next instruction, he suddenly felt someone tapping him on the shoulder.

His heart sank and he turned around to see a blue-haired beauty he had never seen before, with a smile on her delicate face.

The woman had one hand on his shoulder and with the other she held the arrow that had been nailed to the pillar.

"You..." The leader looked as if he had seen a ghost, but before he could even bluff the question, the arrow in Valerie's hand had already pierced his eye, and the arrow head came out from the back of his head with electric light.

Valerie killed the leader cleanly and neatly, then she pulled the arrow out of her eye socket and threw it aside casually.

The bodyguards behind the leader had already fallen to the ground in tatters, and the thugs blocking the leader hadn't even realized that their boss was dead. They were still shooting at Oliver who had jumped to the ground.

Oliver deftly used the terrain to move around the stadium, and the thugs' bullets were like outlines, none of them hitting him.

Valerie pulled a gun from her pocket, intending to kill these guys who had not yet realized the end of the world from behind.

But through the gaps in the riot shield, Valerie saw Helena rushing out like a chariot. Her unstoppable aura stunned Valerie for a moment.

Then she smiled and put the gun away.

The thugs were frightened when they saw the female hunter suddenly jumping out, and the hail of bullets instinctively changed the direction and aimed at the girl in purple.

Compared to Oliver, the Huntress had no intention of dodging. She raised her uncoordinatedly large fist and jumped in front of the riot shield.

Then, the gorilla's arm blasted out like a siege cannon, smashing the riot shield in front of it and even hitting the stomach of the person behind the shield.

The riot shields and thugs that were stacked up like pagodas were knocked down and sent flying like bowling balls by this blow.