I, V, Gotham Legend

"Where do you think it should be?" Death Shooter asked you this question for the umpteenth time.

Deathstroke wanted to ask for help, he didn't know V was coming, but he had the tools to contact V. What's more, Batman was still here.

Now, Deathstroke is out of Amanda's control, but he still pretends to be calm and carries out the mission of finding the Riddler because he also wants government secrets.

Not only can it be used to blackmail the government, but after he kills Amanda, it can also be used as a bargaining chip in negotiations with the government.

“Are there any words we haven’t found yet?” Harkness speculated.

"When will I find out..." Deadshot sighed.

"Let's split up, not only for the Riddler, but also for Nanavi. It's time for us to join up with him." Deathstroke suggested.

The purpose of splitting up was to contact Miss V secretly.

Although they had been working together for several weeks and even shared hardships, Deathstroke did not completely trust them, or perhaps it was precisely because he understood them that he did not trust them.

"Meet here in half an hour." Harkness obviously agreed with Deathstroke's plan.

But at this moment, the pavilion suddenly shook, and the accumulated water on the top of the pavilion trembled violently.

What jumped onto the roof of the pavilion?

The three of them immediately had a guess, and they were on high alert, watching the heavy rain outside.

"Gurgle... Gurgle..." It was like the growl of a wild beast, and it was still obvious even in the sound of the pouring rain.

Their hearts were beating like drums, and before the Suicide Squad were ready, there was a sudden bang from the roof, like the temple bells during the New Year.

"Bang!" This time it was a particularly loud sound, and a huge hand as if without skin smashed the ceiling.

"Roar...Ah!!!" It was a Titan. He lifted up the roof and stared at the Suicide Squad with his red, bloody eyes...

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Arkham's defense system is located on a mountain, which may be more convenient for defense and can quickly grasp the situation of the entire island.

Now there was no need to keep a low profile, and Valerie climbed up the mountain in the Excalibur.

"Did you see that?" Valerie asked Harley in the passenger seat.

"Is that a robot? It looks so big." Harley exclaimed at the right time.

The command center of the defense system. It looks like a castle, and on the walls of the castle stand several robots with green eyes.

"Isn't it the Riddler again?" Valerie quickly guessed. "Hasn't the Suicide Squad taken him away yet?"

Since Valerie was not hiding at all, the command center was discovered as soon as the Sword in the Stone approached.

The robots on the city wall started moving, and they gathered at the place on the wall closest to Valerie and the others.

The robots crossed together, they stretched out their hands, and connected together strangely like sockets. The head of the robot in the front spun and lit up, and a projection came out of it and hit the mountain wall behind Valerie and the others.

"It's definitely the Riddler." The familiar light and shadow gave Valerie goosebumps.

But unexpectedly, the projection did not show the annoying guy, but a bald, bearded man wearing red glasses.

"V This is the first time we meet, but I know you very well." The person in the projection spoke slowly, as if everything was under control.

"Who is this?" Valerie asked Harry beside her.

Harley had already rolled down the window, ignoring the heavy rain that was about to pour into the car, and stretched out her hand to greet the projection: "Hey! Hugo! You look a lot older!"

"What are you doing? That's a projection." Valerie pulled Harley back, then started the car, turned a corner, and let Harley's seat face the direction of the city wall.

"You have to face this way so he can see you," Valerie emphasized.

"Uh...hi?" Harley greeted the robots on the city wall.

Hugo didn't expect them to react like this, but he continued to speak: "V, Gotham's most famous super mercenary, it's exciting that you're here too, which means you can also be a stepping stone for me."

Valerie found it uncomfortable to listen to him. She thought about it and felt that there was nothing she wanted to ask him, especially since it was outdoors in the heavy rain.

"If you want to talk to me, it's best to be face to face." Valerie yelled, then pulled a bazooka from her pocket and handed it to Harley. "You're close, come on."

Harley took the rocket launcher, was stunned for a moment, and then an excited smile appeared on her face.

"I wouldn't be stupid enough to come face to face with an unchained lion... What are you doing?"

In the heavy rain, the surveillance camera could not see the situation in the car clearly. From Hugo's perspective, he only heard Valerie say one sentence and then fell silent. He couldn't help but ask.

His answer was a rocket that came closer and closer in the picture.

NO113. I am so smart!

The rocket blew up several robots on the city wall, and Hugo's big face disappeared in the rain.

Valerie glanced through the car window at the charred foot of the city wall and felt a little dissatisfied. She felt that the power was not enough.

Thinking of this, she took out a bigger cannon from her pocket and handed it to Harley: "Make a hole."

Harry took the barrel and fired at the wall without hesitation, as if he had forgotten that this was the building where he worked.

The shells embedded themselves in the wall like pebbles in the floor, and then there was a deafening explosion and fragments of the wall flew up like fireworks.

Valerie turned the steering wheel, and the Sword in the Stone changed its angle and rushed straight towards the blown-up city wall.

The Sword in the Stone crossed the broken gap, leaped over the city wall like a moth, and landed in the empty square behind.

Valerie parked the Sword in the Stone under a rain-proof porch and got out of the car.

"pat..."

A lot of water had accumulated on the muddy ground, and Valerie's boots were splashed with mud.

The structure of the Sword in the Stone is unique, with its trunk located at the front. Valerie walked to the front of the car, opened the hood, and revealed Daredevil curled up inside.

"Ahem..." Daredevil deliberately retched loudly a few times when he saw Valerie, "You're going to make me faint."

"This is desensitization treatment. Just bear with it." Valerie said with her head raised.

"Desensitization refers to my fear of small closed rooms?" Daredevil said with a bad expression, "Thank you for your kindness, but I still hope you can consider that mortals like us will get carsick."

Being trapped in the trunk to experience Valerie's gamer driving skills made Harvey dizzy.

"Tsk, being a vegetable is a sin. You should practice lying in the trunk more often." Valerie stepped aside and said, "Come out. If you feel dizzy, just take a breath and you'll be fine."

"I don't think a normal person would have this need." Harvey said, jumping out of the trunk.

As a standard sports car, the Excalibur has only two seats, so the tough Daredevil can only get a seat in the trunk.

Harley had climbed down from the passenger seat, wielding her hose like a weapon. She stood up straight when she saw Valerie approach her. "Where do we start?"

"Wait a minute..." Valerie pressed the communication button, "Hey, Bat, what is the layout of the defense system? Do you have a map to send me?"

Arkham's defenses include an air defense system specifically designed to target Valerie, and it's clear that Batman was behind this.

There was a noise on the other end of the communication, followed by breaking glass and people screaming.

"I'll tell you later." Batman took a breath and replied.

"Okay." Valerie temporarily exited the communication. She glanced at her two teammates, then looked up at the solemn main building beside her in the heavy rain.

"Let's go in first and start from here." As she said that, Valerie took out the cannon barrel that blew up the city wall and aimed it at the nearest wall.

In a dark secret room, the famous Riddler was sitting in a comfortable boss chair, covering his face with his hat, enjoying a rare leisure time.

The riddles for Suicide Squad and Batman had just been released, and he fell asleep chewing the pleasure of using these people as toys.

But just as he closed his eyes, there was a sudden loud explosion, and the thunder-like sound shook his brain at the same time.

Nygma was so startled that he fell off his chair.

"What is that?!" The Riddler got up from the ground and fumbled to put on the blindfold on the table.

Nygma saw the surveillance monitor hanging nearby. The outer wall surveillance of the defense command center showed an unnatural black screen, which was obviously damaged.

The deafening sound just now should have come from the recording device he buried next to the destroyed surveillance camera. He is still wearing headphones.

"It's not time yet! Who is breaking the rules of the game?" Nygma wanted to wake up the robot hidden in the castle to see what was going on. At this moment, he noticed another surveillance screen on the side.

Valerie did not deliberately avoid surveillance. She just wanted to let the people who were monitoring the place know that she was here.

Sure enough, a group of robots jumped out from the surrounding walls, turning their heads and approaching with their fangs and claws bared.

If it were in the past, Valerie might have to spend some time cleaning up these small fry, but now, the robots can no longer stop her.

Valerie pulled the remote from her pocket and pressed a few buttons on the group of robots in front of her.

It was as if the pause button was pressed, and the movements of the group of robots froze.

"Prophet, can you get the signal?" Valerie didn't put down the remote, just held it there.

[I found it... There is a signal. This signal has a lot of unnecessary encryption. It can be cracked quickly.] Barbara tapped on the keyboard.

"That should be it." Valerie nodded.

Under normal circumstances, the puzzle robots automatically search for enemies through a system with its own chip. The person controlling them behind the scenes only needs to input a command and there will be no interaction with these robots.

But after all, they had fought before, so Valerie knew the Riddler quite well. As long as she hacked these robots, the Riddler would be anxious.

"Have you tracked him down?" Valerie asked.

"No problem, and we did it very covertly. He doesn't know he's been exposed yet." Barbara said confidently. "The Riddler is in the administration building. Do you want to go over?"

"Let's take a while, let's finish this first." Valerie said, looking at the spacious room that looked like a warehouse.

But before she could take a few steps forward, another phone call interrupted her actions.

In the field of vision is a yellow bean-shaped avatar with only one eye. This is the avatar that Valerie specially prepared for Deathstroke's communication device.

"..." Valerie was still connected to Batman and Barbara. If the call was connected now, Deathstroke might join in directly.

After thinking for a moment, Valerie answered the phone directly.

"V... I'm so lucky that this call can be connected." The voice of Deathstroke came the moment the call was connected, and his voice was gasping.

"What's wrong with you?" Valerie could tell that Deathstroke was in an unnatural state.

"We were on a mission for Waller, but we encountered a monster of enormous size... and now our team is separated." Deathstroke briefly summarized the situation.

"Your performance is just as good as ever," Valerie exclaimed.

"..." Deathstroke did not argue. He took a breath and then spoke with determination, "I need your help... Not long ago, the Riddler gave me..."

"Got it. Guess the riddle to find the location, right?" Valerie knew what he was up to when she heard the word Riddler. "He's in the administration building."

"...What happened to you?" Deathstroke's tone was very surprised, and he didn't even say what clues he had collected.

"Haha, he's just a riddle man, I know exactly what he's thinking." Valerie was proud.

NO114. The mouse should come out

"From what you said, you want to deal with the Riddler yourself?" Deathstroke speculated.

"I'm busy with other things, but if you had called me a few minutes later, I would have beaten the Riddler into a meat pie."

As Valerie spoke, she walked deeper into the corridor, dismantling several robots into pieces along the way.

"If that's the case, let me first torture the top government officials to extract their secrets," Deathstroke said after some consideration.

"From what I understand, even if you hang him up, he will only tell you a bunch of incomprehensible riddles." Valerie gave a pertinent suggestion, "It's better to chop him up, saving time and effort."

"..." Deathstroke hesitated for a moment, "We'll talk about it later. Since you have something else to do now, please leave the Riddler to me."

With that said, he hung up the phone.

Valerie felt that this guy's tone was ambiguous and he obviously had other plans.

At this time, Deathstroke was squatting in a sewer, holding a crumpled photo in his hand, with only a piece of wood-like image on it.

That is the Riddler's treasure.

Before the Mystery City incident four months ago, the Riddler had forced several wealthy local Gotham people to transfer their properties to him.

After transferring their properties, those wealthy people died at the hands of Anazi's thugs.

The Riddler is very good at hiding things. If he hadn't leaked the money on his own initiative in order to provoke the Sky Eye Society, the whereabouts of the money would still be unknown.

Amanda may have already known the whereabouts of the money, but for some unknown reason she has not yet received it. Deathstroke also temporarily delayed his revenge on Amanda after knowing the existence of the money.

He originally wanted to find a way to get the money first and then settle accounts with Amanda, but before he could figure out the reason, he was sent on a mission to face the Riddler.

The money the Riddler extorted was conservatively estimated at $80 million, which would be enough for him to live comfortably for half his life.