I, V, Gotham Legend

The monster's palm hit the wall of the sewer, causing bricks to fly everywhere.

"Why is this guy so scary?" King Shark ran a long way before he dared to look back.

The monster looks like a standing humanoid crocodile, but its appearance is very different from the crocodile-men collected before coming here.

His body was even bigger. The Shark King's body of more than two meters was almost overwhelming in the sewer, but after seeing the Crocodile Man, he was still instinctively shocked by his huge body.

But what is more frightening than the size of the crocodile man is his terrifying appearance. His huge body is covered with light green scales, and there are protruding crystals all over his body, as if he has tumors.

Bones protruded from the forehead, shoulders, neck and spine, and the exposed parts grew together with the flesh, and blood and dirty water mixed together.

When they first met, King Shark had a collision with the Crocodile Man. His arm was almost broken and his head was almost dragged into the sewage by the Crocodile Man. After struggling desperately to break free, he fled into the depths of the sewer like a madman.

At this time, the crocodile man who had missed his target did not change direction. He punched the wall several times frantically, as if he was demolishing something, and the entire sewer was shaking.

Until a piece of ancient wall brick was smashed into pieces, the crocodile man grabbed a few mice from the ruins and stuffed them into his mouth, chewing them like swallowing pills.

The rat's blood spread in his mouth along with the fishy smell of soil, and the crocodile man's scarlet eyes became much clearer.

He scratched his claws on the wall, then looked in the direction where King Shark had fled and sniffed.

"Guhu..." The crocodile man made a sticky sound from deep in his throat, then twisted his large and immobile body and jumped back into the water.

The waves rose, and the sewer, which had just been noisy, returned to calm...

The Arkham Evidence Center is located at the outermost part of the entire asylum. It was originally the most difficult place to access, but now the asylum's security system has been paralyzed due to the Joker's jailbreak.

A large number of criminals were released from the cells, and quite a few of them were prisoners transferred from Blackgate. Now they ran to every corner of Arkham despite the heavy rain, like the masters of this isolated world.

Some criminals also come to the evidence center, where the equipment of the most dangerous criminals is hidden.

Perhaps the riot outside cut off the power supply here. At this time, the evidence center was pitch black. Several prisoners who sneaked in were wandering around here with flashlights they picked up from outside, with the mentality of treasure hunting.

"Look at this, this is the Penguin's umbrella, right? I remember that Cobblepot has never been to Arkham?" A prisoner found a hard black umbrella and immediately said excitedly.

"He was planning to come, but was intercepted. These things were just sent as a set... and I bet the Penguin has more than one umbrella." said the man in orange prison uniform following behind him.

"As long as I hold this umbrella, can I also be a boss?" The prisoner in front waved the umbrella as if he was waving a scepter.

"Believe me, Penguin is a big boss not because he has some high-tech stuff." The prisoner behind said with the tone of an experienced person, "We are all here, so we should find something more powerful, like this."

As he spoke, the prisoner pushed over a cardboard box and pointed to a set of high-tech armor hanging in a window in the distance.

"Is that Mr. Freeze's armor? I've seen it on TV!" another prisoner said excitedly.

Mr. Freeze escaped from prison on New Year's Eve, but he did not take his original armor with him. Although this suit of armor is bulky, it should not be underestimated.

"Things like this can guarantee our rapid success." The criminal in orange prison uniform walked up to the armor and touched it through the window obsessively.

After looking enough like a pervert, the guy turned around and looked for the location of his accomplice: "Hurry up, we have to smash this thing open."

But when he turned around, he found that the prisoner who had just been talking and laughing with him had fallen in a pool of blood, with a bloody hole on his head.

"What's wrong with you..." The prisoner in orange clothes was about to speak when he felt something hit his back hard, followed by a pain as if his internal organs were being torn apart.

The prisoner lowered his head in confusion and found that his orange clothes had been stained red with blood.

He twitched his lips, wanting to say something, but still fell to the ground weakly.

"..."

From the shadows, the Death Shooter walked out with heavy steps, smoke still coming out of the muzzle of the gun tied to his wrist.

There were many bullet marks on the Death Shooter's clothes, and it was obvious that he had experienced a series of bloody battles before coming here.

Harkness followed behind him, looking at the two people lying on the ground with lingering fear: "You know what? Brother Lawton, I didn't kill many people when I committed crimes before, because killing people would be very troublesome and attract a group of policemen. They always have the momentum to fight to the death for murder cases..."

"I know, but this is Gotham." Deadshot interrupted Harkness's chatter.

"Hey? Don't keep that attitude. I'm not blaming you. I'm just sharing my criminal experience." Harkness was still confused. "Let's get back to the point. Find the Riddler's staff... I dare say that guy is the most famous criminal in the world. Why doesn't Waller bring him to us?"

"This is not our concern." Deadshot said, and began to walk to a shelf and rummage through the boxes.

But what he found were things of unknown use, like some useless clothes.

"Ah... these old clothes have been piled up for so long, the damp smell must have given people lung infections, right?" Although Harkness complained, he also joined the search.

"Da da……"

However, before they had searched for long, loud footsteps suddenly sounded in the warehouse, shocking the two of them.

They turned and saw a man in red and black armor stepping out from the shadows.

"Brother Deathstroke, I thought that if a mercenary like you wanted to sneak in somewhere, we wouldn't even hear any sound." Harkness recognized the person coming and immediately relaxed.

"I can make a noise, which means there is no one else." Then, Deathstroke took out a golden question mark-shaped cane from his back and threw it to Harkness, "Here you go, I just found it."

Harkness hurriedly caught the scepter, and when he saw the target lying in his hand, he felt a sense of security in his heart.

Death Shooter took a step forward and asked, "Where's the shark?"

"We encountered a monster in the sewer, and he risked his life to lead it away." Thinking of the way the Shark King rushed into the sewer without hesitation, Deathstroke's tone was filled with irrepressible admiration.

NO100. Find freedom

"Is the chip that Waller said contains a lot of secrets of senior government officials in it?" Captain Boomerang said curiously, playing with the puzzle staff. "It's amazing. They want us to find the chip again."

"You can open it and take a look. I don't plan to read it anyway." Deathstroke said to Harkness.

As a former professional mercenary, he knew very well what he should and shouldn't see.

Harkness didn't care about the twists and turns. He actually fiddled with the scepter, twisting the question mark-shaped handle like a bottle cap.

"Are you really going to demolish it? Be careful or Waller will blow your head off." Deadshot said when he saw Harkness' actions.

"We'll talk about it later. Anyway, Waller may not be able to get our information now..." Harkness raised his eyebrows. "Once I have access to the dirty laundry of high-ranking officials, maybe I can blackmail the government. The first thing I have to do is take this thing off my neck."

As he spoke, he didn't stop moving his hands, stroking the scepter as if he was stroking a beautiful woman's thigh: "The chip might be located here... right?!"

"Crack!"

Harkness seemed to have pressed something, but the noise came from behind them.

Harkness turned his head stiffly and saw that the cardboard boxes piled up behind the storage container were shaking, and then collapsed as if by an earthquake.

A top-heavy robot that looked like a motorcycle handlebar crawled out from the pile of cardboard boxes. Its head was a display that made a crackling sound.

"People avoid me, but I follow them everywhere. People praise and whitewash me, but I still wait for everyone. Who am I?" The robot made two beeps, and then made a voice like a broadcast. A world-famous face appeared on his face.

Almost everyone in the world with a television has heard this voice, and Harkness blurts out first: "Riddler?!"

"Thank you for your high evaluation of me, but my answer to this riddle is completely different and advanced." The robot said while spinning.

"It doesn't look like a recording. I think I've seen this type of robot before." Death Shooter analyzed calmly.

"Is it in V's laboratory? I have an impression of it." Deathstroke responded.

When Valerie first started researching robots, she used the Riddle robot as a model, but later she developed her own characteristics and abandoned the Riddle robot model.

"Although you mentioned a name that I'm very interested in, please answer my question." The robot finally couldn't help but interrupt, which represented Nygma's dissatisfaction, "This is related to your mission, Task Force X."

"..." The Riddler accurately called out the Suicide Squad's real code name, which finally made several people take it seriously.

"You said..." Harkness scratched his waist, recalling the topic the Riddler just mentioned, "Justice?"

"It's death!" The Riddler was very dissatisfied with Harkness's answer. "Riddles often have multiple solutions, but you are a little wrong."

"That's about it. Those guys shouting about justice are just hoping I'll die soon." Harkness said indifferently.

"Forget it. Your IQ is just that." The Riddler said as if he was sighing, "Let me tell you what you are here for. Your mission is to kill me."

"No, Waller's request is that we destroy the confidential documents in your hands." Ignoring the shocked looks of his teammates, Deathstroke directly stated the team's mission.

"Oh! Of course, of course! But you overlooked one thing." The robot spun again, "Is there any more permanent and reliable way to store it than in my, Edward Nygma's, mind?"

"...You mean to say that you are the one we should destroy?"

"Of course, if I hadn't cut off all external signals from this island, Waller would have ordered you to get rid of me as long as you found my scepter." The Riddler's voice gradually became louder, "But I'm always one step ahead! There is no file chip in the scepter, only the signal button to wake up this dedicated call robot! This is how we got the chance to meet!"

"We can't receive any communications now. Is it your doing?" Deathstroke caught the key words.

"Of course, someone approached me to do something big in Arkham together." The Riddler laughed evilly, "Now you have fallen into my trap... But we can still work together."

"With you? If you say so, we're going to kill you." Harkness tapped the robot's head with the Riddler's Staff.

"That's because you were coerced by Amanda Waller, but as long as you come to me, you don't have to worry about anything."

"You mean..." Harkness said, holding the back of his neck with his hands.

"Of course. Why do you think Waller had to get rid of me?" As he said this, the Riddler in the picture turned around, revealing the back of his neck with a scar on it.

Everyone in the Suicide Squad knew it; it was the surgical mark left by placing the bomb inside.

"If you want freedom, come find me. Of course, as for my location, that is also a riddle. Use your stupid brains! Hahahaha!" After a standard villain laugh, the Riddler turned off the screen, and the restless robot quieted down.

"..." Deathstroke was silent for a moment, then looked at his two teammates, "What do you think?"

"...I'm still alive." Harkness said blankly, "No matter what else happens, Waller still doesn't understand our situation. The Riddler probably didn't lie."

"Let's go find Nygma." Deathstroke said without hesitation, "Let's find freedom!"

……

The Suicide Squad was excited about their future, and Valerie and the others finally found the room where the vines finally escaped.

It was a room similar to a church. After passing through a long and narrow corridor and turning a corner, you would reach a place that looked like a greenhouse.

When seeing the map, Barbara, the think tank behind the scenes, basically locked on this place. After following the escaped vines to find this place, they further strengthened their confidence.

But the long and narrow corridor leading to the greenhouse was completely different from the previous scene. There was no vine-filled scene as before, but the floor of the corridor was blown up, revealing the bottomless abyss below.

Arkham Asylum was built on the independent Arkham Island, and this botanical garden was probably built across a cliff.

Valerie calculated the distance to the other side, then looked back at Erha and the burned room behind them.

"You guys wait here for me." Valerie said, "Harley, keep an eye on Daredevil, he can't move."

NO101. Desensitization training

"I want to go too. No matter what Ivy has become, I want to see it." Harley protested.

"..." Valerie narrowed her eyes and looked at Harley's hospital gown. "I know you two are friends, but we are not communicating with good intentions. If a fight breaks out, I can't guarantee that I can save you."

The deeper they go into the botanical garden, the more terrifying the dangers they encounter. Valerie believes that the hidden cards hidden by the mastermind behind the scenes should not be underestimated.

Even if Valerie could save her two men from danger, since they would definitely hinder her, it would be better not to let them come along in the first place.

But Harley waved her hands and said, "What do you mean by hostility? I've long wanted to beat that guy's red head with a stick!"

"What?" Valerie was confused by Harley's reaction. "Aren't you friends?"

"We are friends. Ivy is one of the few good friends who can call me Harley." Harley said proudly.

"So you still want to beat her up?" Valerie tried to understand Harry's logic.

"This isn't a conflict." Harley moved closer to Valerie, she couldn't wait any longer, "Take me over now!"

Valerie pursed her lips, looked at Harry for a while, and finally agreed: "If you insist on seeking death, there is nothing we can do. Do you want to change into a set of combat uniforms? Are you going to go there in this hospital gown?"

"Then make me one?" Harley was even more excited. She pointed at Daredevil who was still a wooden man. "I'm much better than him!"

"His strength has little to do with the suit. This thing is more of a defensive thing. But..." Although Valerie explained, she still nodded in agreement, "I can make you a useful suit. What style do you want?"

"I have my own super villain suit." Harley happily rummaged through the pockets of her hospital gown and finally pulled out a crumpled piece of paper.

When she felt bored while recuperating in bed, Harley liked to draw her own battle suit on paper. She designed a look that she thought was perfect a few days ago.

However, after looking at the portrait on the paper, Harry's originally excited face suddenly froze.

The blue ink was smeared into a patch, and it was obvious that the design had also been soaked when Harry was drenched in water outdoors.

"Your design... is unique, but I can't tell what it is." Valerie came closer to Harley and said jokingly.

"No! I want to redraw it!" Harry shouted, but Valerie held her down.

"You describe it and I'll do it for you to save some time." As she said that, Valerie squatted on the ground as if she suddenly remembered something.

"What's wrong?" Harry raised his eyebrows.

"I'll build you a bathhouse." Valerie made a wall out of the ground with her bare hands. "Wash the pollen off your body, so that we won't be used as a backup. And you can't keep your hospital gown anymore."

Harley was soaked by the heavy rain when she was outside, and when she came into the house, she was covered with a pile of pollen, which stuck to her body.

In comparison, whenever Valerie gets dirty, she only needs to call up the panel to change her clothes with one click, put the clothes back into her backpack and put them on again, and they will be as clean as new.