I, V, Gotham Legend

The director's request was quickly implemented, but the situation on the sea was very unfavorable. A large number of submarines consciously drove away the speedboats guarding the ship and forced their way out of the sea.

The thugs on motorboats were approaching the boat.

NO41. It’s my turn

Thugs on motorboats had already broken into the flank of the ship and were shooting grappling hooks at the ship.

The spiked head of the hook was nailed into the hull, and an iron chain as thick as an arm was connected to the bow of the motorboat.

Like monkeys climbing up vines, large numbers of troops nimbly climbed up the chains.

"Organize a counterattack! Escort fleet...where are your people?!" Gordon cursed into the intercom on the deck. He gave up rushing to Bane, turned around, took out his pistol, and rushed to the front line himself.

The so-called escort fleet was a group of police speedboats that floated on the sea and were blocked by the desperate suicide submarines.

Gordon looked at the enemies climbing around him and didn't know where to start. He hesitated for a moment and first shot at the grappling hook closest to him.

The force of the bullet could push the chain down, theoretically delaying the time it takes for the thugs to climb up.

However, a figure flashed in front of Gordon like lightning, and with the sound of metal collision, Gordon's bullet was bounced aside.

Gordon frowned, he raised his eyes and saw a woman wrapped tightly, with her knees bent and her back bent, looking like a ninja.

The ninja swung the samurai sword in his hand, drawing beautiful sword flowers.

"I've seen this outfit before." Gordon felt the pressure as if he was surrounded by a bottomless abyss.

"In the name of the great Resho Aogu!" The ninja was not interested in chatting, she rushed towards Gordon with a knife in hand.

Gordon raised his pistol and aimed. He didn't think anyone could dodge at this distance.

But the ninja made a strange move. She swayed left and right on the ground like a poisonous snake, and appeared in front of Gordon in the blink of an eye, swinging the knife before he pulled the trigger.

Gordon's pistol was cut precisely, and the barrel flew up like a twig.

The katana changed direction in mid-air and slashed diagonally towards Gordon's neck.

Everything happened so fast that Gordon had no time to react. By the time he realized he was about to be torn from his head, a disproportionately large fist had already grasped the blade at his ear.

The huntress stood beside Gordon, her delicate skin beneath the mask covered in sweat, and it was obvious that she had also rushed over at the critical moment.

"Leave this to me, you keep an eye on the prisoner." Helena took off the pistol from her waist, which was one of the self-defense weapons Valerie lent her.

Gordon didn't hesitate. He took the gun, turned around and ran into the cabin.

Helena held the blade tightly, and with the tremendous power of the gorilla gloves, the two were still evenly matched.

"Are you the so-called Assassin's League?" The eyes of the female hunter under the mask stared at the ninja's starry eyes. "You are the second strong man I have seen who can stop bullets with a sword."

"Of course." The ninja actually replied, her tone very proud, "My husband's soul lives in this samurai sword, and he is protecting me!"

Helena pursed her lips. She had fought against the League of Assassins many times, mainly on the AR training table invented by Valerie.

She only knew that Miss V seemed to hate the people of the Assassin's League, and every time she did something bad, she used the name of a female cadre in the organization. Thanks to this, Helena was able to recognize who the woman in front of her belonged to.

The Huntress held onto the katana the entire time, not only to enter a stalemate, but also to buy time for Gordon to get out of the battle and for other police reinforcements.

However, there were more than two people on the battlefield, and some people were already climbing up on both sides of the wing.

Helena focused her attention on her ears, making sure that Commissioner Gordon had returned to the cabin, and she prepared herself, kicking out with a side kick towards the ninja's calf.

The ninja jumped up, flew into the air, and kicked the huntress's chest with his legs like a rabbit.

Helena lost her balance and was hit by a huge force, so she fell backwards. The ninja took the opportunity to draw her sword and, using the force from stepping on Helena, did a few backflips and jumped to the ground.

Helena took a few steps back before regaining her balance, she glared at the ninja and squared herself up again.

The ninja seemed to be in conflict with Helena. She rushed towards Helena and swung the samurai sword in her hand vigorously.

The fight on the ship was in full swing. Miss V, who had fallen from the sky, was already flying low over the sea. She changed direction and crashed head-on into a submarine.

After stopping using the player's flying skills, Valerie immediately stood up, rubbing her head. Mantis knives popped out from her arms and she knocked hard on the hatch on the top of the submarine.

A mere submarine could not withstand the brute force of Valerie, whose bones and muscles had been further strengthened. She knocked on the hatch like a beer bottle cap, and the crowded interior environment appeared before her.

"That's what I told you..." Valerie dialed Batman's number while switching her eye mode to carefully observe the situation inside the cabin.

There was no one in the submarine cabin, only pieces of explosives tied together.

This is a drone submarine whose raison d'être is to explode like a torpedo.

Valerie jumped into the cabin and stuffed the visible explosives into her pocket. This was not only a player's instinct, but also Valerie's unique bomb disposal technique.

"V." Batman answered the phone, sounding like he had guessed what Valerie was going to say.

"The submarines are self-driving... Is it a luxury or an unnecessary effort to use so many submarines as torpedoes?"

With this money, it would be much more cost-effective to directly launch torpedoes.

Batman received the news that there was no one in the submarine, and for him, knowing this was basically enough.

The low-flying Batwing eliminated its optical camouflage, and the huge black bat-like aircraft was exposed in the center of the battlefield.

"That's... Batman! Isn't he cursed and can only move at night?!" Some mercenaries have already recognized whose spaceship this is.

The submarines on the sea were obviously operated by someone, and the operator had already seen Batman. Several submarines with bulky shapes lifted up their hulls on both sides, revealing the anti-aircraft guns inside.

Several missiles were fired from it, leaving exhaust gas in the air.

Facing the missile coming head-on, the Batwing flipped unscientifically 90 degrees and passed through the gap between the two missiles.

"My turn." Batman gripped the joystick tightly and pressed a few buttons.

The base of the batwing opened, and a turret extended, firing a stray bullet at each of the two nearest submarines.

The shell did not explode immediately after hitting the submarine. Instead, it flashed a white arc of electricity, pulling the two submarines together like the two poles of a magnet.

"Boom!" Flames rose into the sky and the explosives in the two submarines were detonated at the same time. The huge impact force created large ripples.

The Batwing passed directly over the explosion, with no visible damage to its clean fuselage.

Batman turned the joystick to pull up the spaceship and prepare for the next round of missiles.

However, at this moment, a submarine suddenly popped up from the sea and pounced on the batwing flying in the air like a frog with a brain.

NO42. Single molecule line

Gas gushed out from the bottom of the submarine, accompanied by two explosions, and rushed straight towards the Batwing.

The turret had not yet finished loading, so Batman pulled up the joystick, trying to make the plane fly away at an extreme right angle. He might get hit, but it was better than sitting and waiting to die.

However, before the plane was about to climb, the submarine was suddenly split in half like a carrot cut by an invisible kitchen knife before rushing towards the Batwing, and fell into the sea to both sides due to inertia.

Batman pulled the joystick in his hand, and the Batwing stopped climbing and hovered in place. He looked at Valerie on the sea through the transparent window.

At this time, Valerie was squatting on the hull of a submarine that had emerged from the sea, twisting a thin thread in her hand.

It was a very, very thin thread. Theoretically, it shouldn't even be visible from such a long distance, but Batman could still see clearly how Valerie took the thread. It wasn't because he had any telescopic ability, but because the thin thread was too conspicuous.

The thin thread was glowing with a conspicuous orange light, as if it was made entirely of light. At this moment, the thread twisted into a thread by light was held in Valerie's fingertips, just like an ordinary fishing line.

Batman was still observing when several submarines jumped out of the sea. It was only because the Batwing was low enough from the sea surface that these submarines could be used as cannonballs in this way.

The turrets have been loaded and Batman can fire to destroy the submarines, but Valerie is one step faster.

She swung the light thread in her hand as if it were a heavy whip.

Like a thin fishing line, it automatically stretched as it was thrown out, and struck the submarine in the air with a sound like lightning.

In theory, the metal hull of a submarine is not afraid of a whip of this thickness, but the thin wire cuts through each submarine like butter, with steaming white smoke.

The submarine, cut in half, crashed into the ocean, with the explosion sending water splashing several meters high.

Valerie waved her arms freely, like a musician conducting a choir, but she only cut a few ships that were closer to her and stopped the spinning whip of light abruptly.

But this level of help was enough for Batman. His turret fired two bullets that flashed with electric light, simultaneously hitting the two submarines closest to him, attracting them like the two poles of a magnet, and then colliding with each other in mid-air, exploding like a brilliant firework.

Batman gestured to Valerie through the window, pointing to the thugs riding jet skis in the distance, which he knew the guy could see.

Valerie pinched the light whip with two fingers again, and the thin silk thread retracted to an arm's length. The sharp edge that could cut through metal was no different from an ordinary silk thread in her hand.

This is a single-molecule line that has been improved by combining Kryptonian technology, and it has a miraculous special attack effect on metal materials.

Valerie did not replace her prosthesis. She spent several days and nights researching and finally found the single-molecule line that was closest to her memory, and combined it with the design idea of ​​her own arm prosthesis.

This is also the reason why Valerie watched Mr. Freeze transform herself even without anesthesia. She wanted to make sure that there was no problem with her single molecule line.

Having said that, it has only been less than a week since the prosthesis was modified, and Valerie is still not proficient in the operation of the single-molecule wire. Theoretically, it can be thrown a distance of 130 meters, but currently she only dares to control it within 10 meters - if it is farther, it may hit her.

Being able to use single-molecule wires wantonly on this battlefield is a rare opportunity for Valerie.

Giving Batman an OK gesture, Valerie jumped onto the sea, her jet pack catching fire as she flew close to the surface.

After a brief confrontation, Valerie has basically confirmed that the submarines under the sea are more like torpedoes made to look like submarines than submarines, and the main force that really rescued Bane was those people.

She rushed into the crowd and wanted to throw out a single molecule line, but she noticed the crowd running away in chaos on the shore.

A weapon of the single-molecule line level is enough to cut a person in half when swung out. By then, the visceral fat will dye the sea red. The mere thought of it is terrifying.

Now, killing people in broad daylight in such a bloody way will definitely have a significant negative impact on Valerie's image.

Perhaps because of her improved intelligence, Valerie has begun to care about her own image management. Today, the famous Miss V is also a celebrity with idol baggage.

"It's broad daylight, be elegant." After reminding herself again, Valerie did not put away the single molecule line, but jumped into the sea with the light whip.

The remnants of Bane looked on in surprise as Valerie fell into the water without much splash. They almost thought they would be split in half like those torpedoes.

The woman obviously did not make any mistakes, and she did not keep the thugs waiting too long. White mist rose from the sea as if it was being baked by high temperature.

The base of the motorboat, which was still speeding on the sea, was hit. The motorboat shook violently, and the rubber base was cut as if by a knife, and a large amount of air was released from the air cushion.

Without the support of the air cushion, the thugs naturally sank, and the high-speed, invincible motorboat became a burden to drag people into the water.

Valerie puffed out her cheeks and held her breath on the seabed, waving the single-molecule wire in her hand, cutting the bases of the motorboats from below like a flower knife.

There was no one on the seabed, and the three-dimensional moving space also gave Valerie more mobility. She stretched the single molecule line to its longest length and cut the air cushion on a large scale.

Someone had already fallen into the sea along with the motorcycle. Valerie almost jumped up reflexively. Compared to the sea, this place could barely be considered a private space.

But Valerie saw a dead fish floating past her eyes - half a dead fish to be exact. The fish was unable to dodge and was hit by the single molecule line swung by Valerie.

Half of the fish's tail floated past Valerie under the influence of the current. It was still gradually sinking to the bottom. There were still charcoal-like marks on the fish's waist, but half of the fish's bones and blood were still flowing out of the gap, staining the area in front of her eyes red.

"..."

How horrible it is to see such a miserable death on a human body. If Valerie does this, after the war, the harbor will be filled with such corpses.

Valerie retracted the monomolecular line. The thugs who had fallen into the sea were no longer a threat. If they could still escape from this blockaded harbor, it would be their own ability.

There were fan blades in the backpack on the back that stirred the sea water, carrying Valerie out of the sea. The jet pack switched modes the moment it left the ocean, spraying white gas, and the mercenary rushed into the air.

But just when Valerie saw another group of motorboats preparing to fly over, she instinctively felt a sense of crisis. She turned her head and saw a rocket flying towards her path.

NO43. A lifetime in a moment

Valerie was flying in the sky with a jet pack on her back that was difficult to control, so she couldn't avoid it for a while, but now she no longer needed to avoid things like rockets.

Valerie waved her hand gracefully like a band conductor waving a baton, and the single-molecule line spun out from her wrist stretched with her movement and hit the rocket at a much faster speed.

"boom!"

The rocket exploded right before Valerie's eyes, with dazzling flames and smoke rising up.

Valerie did not slow down, and the jet pack carried her through the smoke. She followed the direction from which the rocket came and saw a speedboat.

There was a sturdy man standing on the speedboat. He was strangling a policeman's neck with his right hand and carrying a rocket launcher in his right hand.

After seeing that it had no effect, he decisively threw away the rocket launcher, pinned the policeman under his feet, and pulled the speedboat at the same time, trying to speed up and leave the battlefield.

But Valerie obviously couldn't let him get away like that, so she swung out a single molecule line and hit the engine behind the speedboat.

The end of the speedboat was cut off, and the remaining part was orange-red as if it had been roasted by high temperature. Although it did not sink, the speedboat still stopped.

Watching the boat stop under his feet, the strong man was sweating all over. He hugged the policeman in his arms like a lover, hoping that the hostage could give him some sense of security.

Valerie's backpack gradually slowed down and she slowly floated in front of the speedboat.

"Don't come over here, I'm going to kill this guy!" the sturdy man shouted first.

"You have to testify for me! I did it to save you!" Valerie shouted at the policeman in the sturdy man's arms.