I, V, Gotham Legend

"This is great fast food. We can prepare more for future operations, but we need to use fillings that are not so smelly," Alfred suggested.

Bruce found it troublesome, but what he ate was never his business, so he took another bite of the dumpling.

"Bruce Wayne." Oliver, still wearing a mask, suddenly spoke.

Bruce looked at the green-clad man with a strange look. He was not surprised that he knew him. "What's the matter?"

"...No, nothing." Oliver decided not to use his identity as a hero to make close friends with this rich young man.

There will be plenty of time to get to know each other in future business cooperation.

Everyone at the table was having a great time. Valerie walked over to the Martian Hunter, who was sitting alone on the sofa eating dumplings, and patted him on the shoulder thoughtfully.

"It's a good thing you're not used to eating with chopsticks." As she said this, Valerie looked up at the theoretical Americans at the table.

"In this day and age, everyone has been to a Chinese restaurant at some point." Martian Hunter chewed the dumplings, not looking like he was afraid of the heat at all.

"Actually, I've been curious for a long time..." Valerie leaned over to the Martian Manhunter's ear, "What's your name? You have a different name every time I open a box."

Valerie's scanner is connected to the U.S. national database, which is why she can open boxes everywhere, but there is no record of black households like the true identity of Martian Manhunter.

"I have been on Earth for fifteen years and have dozens of identities, which have enabled me to better integrate into this society." Martian Manhunter said proudly, "But if you must say one, you can call me Ron Rontz."

"Ron..." Valerie repeated silently, then looked up with a smile, "Thank you this time."

She was referring to the Kryptonian War. If it weren't for Ron's joining, it would have been difficult for them to keep the losses so minimal.

"Earth is also my home. What's more, my appearance here this time was all planned." Martian Hunter didn't say much.

"Wuhu!" Harkness's noisy cheers came from the dining table. They seemed to be playing some table game, but Bruce and the butler stood far away, looking as if they didn't want to join in.

The captured government agent Ajad was originally worried about mixing with so many monsters, but the dumplings smelled so delicious that he couldn't help but join the party and even joined the Suicide Squad's game.

The sound of fire burning in the kitchen finally stopped, and Clark, wearing an apron, returned to the dining table with a large pot of seafood. The sumptuous dishes further elevated the already exciting atmosphere at the table.

"Aren't you going to the dining table? The fire is out." Valerie could see that the Martian Manhunter was afraid of fire.

"It looks like there are enough people there, and..." Martian Hunter looked in the mirror. He knew that there was a huge difference between himself and ordinary people.

"It's okay, everyone is a little abnormal." Although it was a comfort, Valerie's summary was very accurate.

"……you're right."

After thinking for a moment, Ron smiled with relief, stood up and walked towards the dining table.

Halfway through the walk, Rong En suddenly stopped as if remembering something. He turned around holding the bowl of dumplings and said, "This is delicious."

"Thanks……"

"Is there any with chocolate filling?" Ron really wanted to know.

"..." Valerie looked at him as if he were a heretic.

NO16. This taste is getting lighter and lighter.

The dinner was very enjoyable. Although many people met for the first time, they quickly became familiar with each other - even if they didn't know each other's real names.

Billionaire Bruce, his butler Alfu, and the government undercover agent Ajad who works hard are the most distinctive people because they look so normal.

Superman successfully burnt several expensive seafood dishes using his hometown techniques, but the people present were not picky eaters.

"Mr. Wayne, I didn't expect you to have such a close relationship with Miss V." Louise looked at this well-known super-rich man with interest in her eyes. "You really should accept our interview. We are all reporters from the Daily Planet."

As she spoke, she patted Clark's shoulder.

"My time is precious." Bruce refused. "Don't worry, I will allocate some resources to your newspaper after I return."

Lois and Clark looked at each other, and it was obvious that Bruce regarded the Daily Planet as his own property.

"You misunderstood. We meant to give you a column that people would enjoy reading."

"I only accept interviews from people I know. Tonight is the first time we meet." Bruce pretended to be indifferent.

Alfred felt a little unhappy when he saw the young master's stubborn look, but he didn't say anything in the end.

But Clark finally spoke: "This is not the first time we have met, Mr. Wayne."

Bruce put away his frivolous expression and looked at Clark in confusion.

Lois also turned her head in surprise. She didn't expect that this colleague would be related to Bruce, but she quickly thought of Clark's other more unique identity.

"I don't remember us meeting. I just arrived at Metropolis this afternoon." Bruce played dumb.

"You were at a costume party not long ago. I think you must have remembered my name." After all, it was Batman who said Superman's real name himself at the time.

Bruce finally realized that there was no need to pretend anymore, and he spread his hands on the table: "Since this is a costume party, how did you recognize me?"

"Since I couldn't really tell who you were, I tried to remember your voice." Clark put his hand on his chest as if to hint, "Everyone's voice is slightly different... Maybe this is nonsense?"

Bruce understood what Superman meant, and he memorized the sound of his own heartbeat.

"It seems that we have indeed known each other. Well, I can accept your interview after dinner." Bruce felt that Clark brought this up because he must have something he wanted to say to him in private.

The other people at the table did not find the two people's secretive conversation strange. In their opinion, the two reporters and the wealthy master and servant were all ordinary people's friends of V.

The Martian Hunter glanced at the two of them, a look of understanding appeared in his eyes, and he dipped the dumplings in chocolate sauce and put them in his mouth.

He thought his creative way of eating was pretty good, but his spine felt cold. Without turning around, he could imagine Valerie's murderous look.

Unable to hear Valerie's inner thoughts, Martian Hunter had no idea why she was angry, but he soon saw Harley peeling off the dumpling wrappers and picking out the leeks bit by bit.

Are you unhappy about wasting food?

Martian Hunter felt that he must have guessed right, so he picked up the dumpling and stirred the chocolate sauce again. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that V's gaze seemed even more ferocious.

The meal lasted until late at night, the fireworks outside the window subsided, and silence once again dominated the night sky of the metropolis.

Except for Miss V who was upset by the Martian Hunter's exquisite eating method, this dinner was a great pleasure for both the host and the guests.

After dinner, the Suicide Squad took Ajad back to their room in the hotel, while the rest of the team stayed in V's flat, as they still had things to do.

Oliver has already left. He is from Star City and came to Metropolis to track down the source of the drug trafficking.

But Oliver thought this hotel was pretty good and planned to come back after changing his clothes and book a room under another identity.

After sweeping up Valerie's stock of Oreos and chocolate sauce, Martian Manhunter also waved his hand and left. He was still a civil servant with a serious job.

Clark and Lois take Bruce to Valerie's room downstairs for an interview.

In the blink of an eye, only Valerie, Helena, and Alfred, who volunteered to stay and clean, were left in the bustling flat.

The faucet was running in the kitchen sink, and the trickle of water made a crackling noise.

Valerie deliberately washed the dishes at an ordinary person's pace, reminiscing about her past life.

"Miss V." Alfred walked into the room holding a basin of boiling water. "What a fulfilling dinner. Do people in your hometown celebrate Chinese New Year like this?"

"Want to hear the truth? Not really." Valerie didn't feel the New Year atmosphere at all, "but I felt very much at home."

This feeling of celebrating the New Year without the festive atmosphere is actually very similar to what I remember.

The world is a huge makeshift team, and the sense of ritual in life is a gorgeous shed built for this team.

"I can see that you are in a good mood." Alfred said with emotion.

"the same as you."

Valerie glanced at the wrinkles on Alfred's face and suddenly lowered her voice.

"Ah Fu, I've been feeling something strange since this afternoon. What happened to that Master Wayne? I mean, he looks inexplicably kinder."

She had seen Bruce smile several times, and although it was a performance, she felt a little uncomfortable when she thought of Batman's usual arrogant look.

"I'll let you meet Master Dick when I have time..." It seemed that the topic they talked about was what Alfred liked, and the wrinkles on his face smoothed out.

But just as he was about to introduce Valerie, there was a knock on the emergency exit outside the kitchen.

The two put down their work and walked out of the kitchen, just in time to see Helena, who was wiping the table, open the door.

After opening the door, it was Clark and Bruce, standing together, one in front and one behind.

Seeing Valerie and others coming out, Clark waved his hand and said, "Louise is going back first. It will be just the rest of us next."

"You didn't go back with us?" Helena asked in confusion.

"Yes... because there are some more important things that cannot be solved by just Clark Kent." As he said that, Clark took out a Rubik's Cube from his pocket.

Bruce had seen this thing before, and he looked at Clark with disapproval.

"This is something dropped by the Regent... a gang leader in Metropolis." Bruce explained for Clark.

NO17. Theft Plan

After taking the elevator back to their room's floor, Harley and the Suicide Squad went their separate ways.

Rich and fortunate Miss Harleen Quinzel had her own room.

Government agent Ajad was forced to live in the same room with the Suicide Squad. With King Shark still unconscious on the floor, the originally spacious room now seemed very crowded.

Due to the alcohol they had drunk, Harkness and Deadshot fell into a peaceful sleep early.

Ajad, who was pretending to sleep on the sofa, heard snoring in the room and quietly got up from the sofa. He tiptoed around the still unconscious Shark King and walked towards a cabinet in the room.

Opening the cabinet door, Ajad pulled out a dial-like instrument.

This is the prop that Luthor used to trap the Suicide Squad, which can indicate the location of the Mother Box.

Ajad made a bold action plan. He wanted to steal the Mother Box from V!

If he is discovered by V, he might be able to make amends with the art of language, but if Luther's mission fails, it will be difficult for him and his family to have a good ending.

Ajad glanced around again, and after making sure that no one was around, he gently turned on the switch on the dial.

However, there was no response from the instrument. Logically, since V was holding the Mother Box upstairs in his building, the dial should have lit up red.

Ajad tapped the dial with his fingers. He was so anxious that it was like he was beating a drum, and his forehead was covered with sweat.

"What are you doing?" At this moment, a cold voice like an eagle sounded, scaring Ajad so much that the dial fell to the ground.

Turning back, Slade was standing behind him in a casual shirt, his arms folded across his chest, his eyes full of scrutiny.

"...Amanda asked me to recycle the instrument...even though it's Luther's." The desire to survive allowed Ajad to come up with a plausible excuse in a very short time.

"You can just tell us directly." Slade believed what Ajad said.

"I just got the news too, and you all look drunk." Ajad said with an awkward smile.

"A good mercenary will never allow himself to be bullied." Even if he is just drunk.

"Well... I know you are excellent. No wonder Waller chose you to complete the task for her." Ajad stood up awkwardly. "I ate too much. Can you let me go for a walk?"

Slade didn't answer immediately. He stared at Ajad carefully with his one eye for a while, and then finally nodded: "Be careful."

Ajad left the room as if he was relieved. He almost couldn't help but want to go home immediately.

However, the task was not yet completed. He raised the dial to his eyes. Fortunately, the instrument that had been unresponsive just now finally lit up.

Ajad was relieved that the plan was finally back on track. He immediately started from the emergency exit and climbed up the stairs round and round.

Since taking the elevator to a designated floor requires a key card, and Valerie's room is on the top floor, Ajad can only climb the stairs one floor after another.

Fortunately, there were not many people around in the late night, and no one saw Ajad's embarrassing appearance as he ran wildly in the stairwell.

About half an hour later, Ajad finally climbed to the rooftop, sweating profusely. He put his training as a government agent into use and planned to climb into the room through the ventilation duct.

During the previous meal, although he looked at a loss, he was secretly memorizing the layout of Valerie's room.

Everything went smoothly as Ajad crawled in the dark in the vent, but before he had taken a few steps, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

As for the vents, this one was incredibly clean, as if it had been cleaned not long ago.

Along with the uneasy feeling, he also noticed that there seemed to be something around him.

Turning his head stiffly to look at the top of the vent, Ajad stared into the eyes of a robot head hanging on his head like a spider...

Because Valerie was taken to the seaside to support the Suicide Squad, her laboratory was cleaned up and looked a little messy.