I, V, Gotham Legend

Therefore, the concrete ground beneath their feet can be said to be able to maintain this image forever. As a means of transportation, it can only be considered a failure and can only be used as a meteorite to hit people.

But the concrete floor is still very representative. If we make use of the experience gained this time, we can build Valerie's ideal space station next time.

"I prepared some food, let's have a picnic here." Valerie walked to the back of the hovercraft and opened the trunk briskly.

"Picnic? Do we really have to do it here..." Feeling the strong air currents blowing her long hair up from high altitude, Helena was a little resistant.

It will choke the wind.

Valerie was well prepared. She took out a few pieces of transparent material that could not be identified from the car. After rubbing and knocking them on the ground for a while, they turned into a small glass house like a fish tank.

"The tent is set up, come on, it feels like a picnic!" Valerie said excitedly like a child.

Marlon seemed to be very interested as well. He happily followed Valerie. Mr. Freeze still had that indifferent attitude. Seeing that everyone agreed, Helena did not refuse.

"So this is the tent on Earth?" Joe's shadow teleported into the rectangular transparent house and looked around curiously. "I thought it would be built with cloth or something."

As a Kryptonian AI, he had only recently added the Earth voice pack, and was still not very familiar with many of the things described by the nouns.

"It's not a tent, it's just that the V is different," Malone explained.

"Hehe, there are always more solutions than problems. This thing is just used to block the wind." Valerie clapped her hands, then took out a bamboo pole and cloth from her pocket and really set up a tent.

Different from the previous times when she could change the place in a blink of an eye, Valerie set up the tent slowly and seriously, even asking Helena to help. She deliberately let water go and enjoyed the process of setting up the tent.

After nailing the tent rope into the concrete floor at a distance that was unimaginable for ordinary people, Valerie wiped the non-existent sweat from her body and smiled with satisfaction.

Malone and Mr. Freeze didn't care what the two girls were doing. They got together with Joe and chatted like middle-aged men in a meeting.

"The tent has been set up." Helena looked at the tent that she had worked so hard to set up, and she was no longer so opposed to having a picnic. "Are you going to stay here tonight?"

"No, let's go home and sleep." Valerie immediately denied it, "It's just that without a tent for a picnic, it always feels like it lacks some atmosphere."

"Atmosphere..." Helena understood, or rather, got used to it. Valerie often did things that were not necessary in order to create an atmosphere or to look cool.

Like a month ago, she would give people nicknames for unknown reasons, or drink drinks named after people.

After admiring the tent she had worked so hard to put up, Valerie finally turned around and said, "It's almost time for a midnight snack. Are you hungry?"

Seeing that Valerie had finished her work, the old men stopped talking.

"Is it time to eat? Enjoy your meal." Qiao nodded again and pretended not to care and wanted to leave.

As an AI that can't eat, he can't stand seeing this.

"Don't be so anxious. I actually have some questions to ask you." Valerie said as she spread out a carpet and poured the food in her backpack onto it.

Since cooking is difficult in high air pressure, Valerie's picnic is just a bunch of bagged bread, ham and other things.

However, a few people were not picky. Adhering to the principle of being here anyway, they sat down on the ground and started eating.

Joe tried not to let his algorithm care about their food, and walked over to Valerie with pursed lips.

"Is there a problem?"

"I pulled your key out of the spaceship and put it on this empty island." Valerie frowned and said, "But when I summon the spaceship again, there should still be a normal key inside, just as if your key had never been pulled out."

As she spoke, Valerie looked at Joe with a serious face: "So, are you a clone or something? Are you still you?"

Joe understood what Valerie meant. "When you said this, I was confused at first, but now I have come to terms with it. The Joe on the spaceship you summoned again and I are indeed different individuals, but we share memories through the Internet. In essence, we are still one person."

"Oh..." Valerie originally found it a little difficult to understand, but she thought of the setting of the Misaka Network in an animation she had watched in her previous life.

"So, you are a clone, right?" Valerie suddenly had an idea. "So, can I clone another key and give it to Superman? He should be very happy."

NO37. Pay attention to product packaging

Valerie invited her closest friends to witness what might be the prototype of the future base camp, but they didn't do anything to celebrate.

After all, this sky island was built in the factory square, and the area was too small. It didn't have the kind of grandeur of the secret base that Valerie wanted.

After a picnic in the glass house, the sky island fell back to the ground. That was the end of tonight's team building.

The factory was not big, and it only took a few steps to get back to the door, but they walked very slowly. It was not because they wanted to chat while walking like students after school, but mainly because Victor had difficulty moving.

Although the capsule-like armor was much simpler than the first version, it was still heavy, and the structure of the armor forced him to move only with stiff movements.

Mr. Freeze slowly moved towards the refrigerated truck he came from, which made Valerie a little anxious: "I can make you a more powerful and efficient armor. Do you really not want me to help you modify it? Obviously, I am happy to let you perform the surgery on me."

Valerie had suggested to Victor to modify his armor before, but Mr. Freeze did not trust her at the time and rejected her suggestions without exception.

However, although Victor's body temperature and expression were still cold, Valerie could feel that he was not as distant as he was at the beginning.

When Victor heard Valerie's proposal and considered her abilities, he was really tempted, but after hesitating for a moment, he shook his head and refused.

"With you here, I don't need to fight on the front lines, nor do I need to run fast. It won't delay anything." Victor was rarely honest.

"I'm so touched." Valerie smiled. "It's just to improve the quality of life and add some self-defense equipment. Leave it to me. We are friends."

"..." Victor stood up and looked at Valerie for a long time, then finally nodded and said very awkwardly: "Then... please."

Even after being around Valerie for so long, he still wasn't very good at saying thank you.

Victor climbed back into the fully enclosed refrigerated truck. Now Mr. Freeze is still a wanted criminal in the prison break and still cannot come out openly.

After locking the car, Marlon waved goodbye to Valerie and then got into the driver's seat.

As they watched the truck gradually shrink under the engine, Helena, who was following Valerie, finally mustered up the courage to ask the question she wanted to ask.

"Since this sky island is an experiment, where is your real base?" Helena asked, looking back at the factory.

As Valerie's partner, Helena may move to Valerie's space station base in the future.

"I'm hiding in the mountains. Our secret base has to be much bigger than that warship." Valerie put her hands on the back of her head. "But it will take a long time to build. I've arranged a lot of things."

The long time that Valerie mentioned cannot be generalized to general projects.

"It's so big as you said...will we be the only ones living there?" Helena suddenly asked curiously.

When Valerie talked about this space station, she kept calling it a secret base, which was obviously not a place where tickets could be sold publicly.

"It will eventually become lively." Valerie said sadly, not knowing what she was sad about.

Helena took a deep breath and finally asked the question she wanted to ask the most: "Will we be roommates with a group of robots?"

Valerie looked at Helena in surprise. She could tell that her follower didn't really want to live with a robot.

There were signs of this in Metropolis, as Helena rarely entered Valerie's laboratory.

Although Helena made great contributions in controlling the robot factory during the Krypton War, she has never been very interested in robots.

"There will be some daily cleaning, as well as my experiments and the Legion." Valerie counted on her fingers. "Do you mind?"

"Not really...it's just that those things look a little scary, and it's a little uncomfortable to be with them." Helena finally expressed her true feelings, but Valerie was struck by lightning.

"Is it...very ugly?" She designed the appearance of each robot herself, and she thought they were very handsome.

"Like a skeleton without skin...with strange graffiti on it." Helena described it vividly.

"Okay... I'll make some modifications as appropriate..." Valerie agreed. In addition to Helena's wish, she also realized one thing.

In her eyes, a handsome yet terrifying appearance can intimidate the enemy on the battlefield, but if one wants to sell it as a commodity, a horrifying image is not very desirable.

Valerie decided to make careful arrangements after returning. Her aesthetic taste and skills have always been excellent, and her exquisite appearance was created by her own hands.

After briefly discussing her experience with robots, Valerie summoned a low-key car and motioned Helena to the driver's seat.

Helena always drives whenever the two of them go out together, and this has become a habit over the months.

Perhaps today was wetter than usual, the streets of Gotham were foggy, and the Porsche's tires were slipping a little on the ground.

Helena quickly drove to the door of her house. She got out of the car and waved goodbye to Valerie. After watching Valerie get in the driver's seat and drive away, she slowly walked to her uncle's house.

During this period, Helena will have to stay at her uncle's house for a while until Valerie's base is completed.

Adoptive father Uncle Baker has become a lot more honest recently and hasn't been looking for gangsters for a long time, which makes Helena very satisfied.

However, just as she walked up to the third floor, she saw from afar that the door of her uncle's house was wide open, and several neatly dressed men were talking inside.

Although they weren't close yet, Helena could already sense the gangster vibe from a distance, and the huntress's face dropped.

Helena wasn't wearing her combat uniform now, so it was difficult for her to go up and hit anyone. She stood at the stairs, considering whether she should change her clothes first.

Just at this moment, the people in the room turned their heads and saw Helena. After one look, they couldn't take their eyes off her.

Baker was aware of the gazes of these big men, he immediately turned around, and when he saw his niece, he immediately invited her in.

Helena placed her right hand on the watch on her left hand and walked into the room calmly, observing the faces of the gangsters.

Who are these people? Penguin's men? Or remnants of Black Mask or the Ventriloquist?

"Hey, Helena, don't be so nervous." Baker wiped his sweat uneasily when he saw Helena walk in with a sullen face. "These uncles just look fierce, but they are not bad people... They are the gangs under the recently famous [Match] Malone. They are here for an interview with uncle. As you know, uncle has always been interested in gangs."

"Ah?" The unexpected answer surprised Helena so much that her fingers on her wrist froze.

“Don’t be so surprised.” Seeing Helena’s surprised expression, Malone thought she was scared. He lowered his voice and said as if he was telling a secret, “Let me tell you an inside story. The person behind this Malone is the famous V!”

NO38.So what?

Helena was almost pissed off: "The huntress who always beats you up is also V's man."

Baker didn't find it strange. He had told his family about how he was often beaten. He showed an unhappy expression: "I have learned that under V, there is no subordinate relationship between the female hunter and Malone. She would not risk offending her colleagues to embarrass Malone's men."

"That's not necessarily true. You think too highly of yourself." Helena didn't think that Malone would fall out with her just because of his uncle who hadn't joined yet.

"Uncle, I had no choice." Baker said earnestly, "If it weren't for that female hunter who always caught me, I wouldn't have taken such an extreme approach."

"If you do a proper job, she won't make things difficult for you." Helena was already a little impatient.

Baker couldn't stand it anymore. Several big shots who were interviewing were still watching. His niece didn't even give him face. "Helena! You really are so ignorant at such a age. Uncle has something else to do. You should go back to your room and rest."

Helena unhappily stepped over Baker and several gangsters and strode towards her room.

Although Malone has a reputation as a good guy, his subordinates are not necessarily good people. When recruiting gangsters in Gotham, you can only recruit those who are as not bad as possible. Helena will not show leniency just because of whose subordinates they are.

She wanted to go back to her room first, put on her battle suit, and beat up all these people.

But after slamming her door, Helena calmed down again.

She realized that even though Baker had been punished so many times by the Huntress' iron fist, he still didn't change his bad habits. Maybe he really wanted to be a gangster, and beating him a few times would not be enough to correct him.

Perhaps it is Baker's nature that he won't cry until he sees the coffin. Only when he experiences the real danger of being on the verge of death will he really calm down.

Helena leaned against the door, her keen hearing taking in the lively discussions outside. She lowered her head, her mind full of thoughts.

By having Baker join Malone's team, he can personally intervene and manage the situation, allowing him to experience the dangers of being a gangster, while also being able to take it easy and not let him really get killed.

If he is still determined to join the gang after experiencing a series of hellish experiences in the gang fight, then Helena really has no choice but to do it. She has already done her best.

Helena's right hand loosened her wrist, she walked to her bed, lowered her head and lay on it.

With her face wrapped in soft cloth, Helena's sight and sense of smell were blocked, and all her attention was focused on listening outside the door.

……

It rained heavily late at night, but it was very sensible and only lasted until dawn. When Gordon woke up, only a light drizzle was left.

After brushing his teeth and washing his face, Gordon walked to Barbara's door. After hesitating for a moment, he still did not push the door open.

The policeman's busy schedule meant that he had not communicated with his daughter for a long time. When he returned home last night, he tried to ask Barbara about her whereabouts during the day with a distrustful attitude, but when he returned home, Barbara was already asleep.

Gordon put on his police coat, made sure he was dressed properly, left the room, and started another busy day.

After hearing her father close the door, Barbara pushed it open with a relieved expression on her face as if she had escaped a disaster.

Gordon drove back to the police station, nodded slightly to several colleagues who came his way, and then entered the unit.

"Gordon!" Cash, who was sitting at the front desk of the police station, waved when he saw the chief.

Seeing that Cash looked like he wanted to make a decision, Gordon showed a surprised expression: "What's wrong?"

"V is here to see you." Cash lowered his voice, "I'll have someone invite her to the lounge."

Although people now think that Valerie is a superhero, the government does not recognize the legitimacy of vigilantes. The police department just plays dumb in the face of the government's order to arrest these people.

The police station has already been very unhappy with Gordon placing a bat light on the roof, and now he wants to have private contact with V. If the old men above know about this, he will be scolded to death.

Gordon understood what Cash meant. He stood up straight and recited the lines expressionlessly: "What is she doing here? Take me to see her."

Surrounded by the police officers who got up early to go to work, Gordon and Cash walked towards the substitute room of the police station.