I, V, Gotham Legend

"Squeak..."

The cry of a mouse was heard at this moment, which made the rat catcher's body twitch, and he subconsciously put down his gun.

"Who? What's going on?!" The rat catcher looked at the closed door.

"What are you crazy about?" Calendar Man couldn't help but scold the rat catcher when he saw his crazy look.

The principle was rather complicated, and the Rat Catcher couldn't explain it to the Calendar Man. Before entering the door, he had already sent a few rats that had not been poisoned by the Clown's virus to guard the surroundings, and they would cry out at the slightest sign of trouble.

The Riddler had given him an order not long ago, asking him to send a team of Titan Rats to the second floor to kill a few people.

The specific situation of the enemy is not clear, anyway, as long as the rats tear apart all the living people, the goal will be achieved.

But the Titan Rats did not come back, and the Alert Rats started to cry out, which was obviously abnormal.

He hesitated for a moment, then picked up the lamp hanging on his waist, pressed his fingers on it twice in a complex yet simple manner, and a faint purple light lit up on the lampshade.

The rat catcher raised the purple lamp, and a wave invisible to ordinary people shook.

"Is there an enemy?" Looking at the Rat Catcher's reaction, the Calendar Man basically understood, but he didn't act like he was going to prepare anything.

The Joker's enemies are either Batman or the police. Anyway, he didn't do anything, so these people won't do anything to him.

The rat catcher held the lamp nervously as he summoned the nearby rats, not only those from Arkham, but also the Titan rats transformed by the Joker.

Calendar Man looked at the army of rats approaching from every corner and couldn't help but put his legs down on the stool.

"Hey, cooperate a little. We are in the same boat." The rat catcher couldn't help but get angry when he saw the calendar man's indifferent attitude.

Calendar Man turned his head away, but considering the rats around him, he still picked up the gun.

Apart from the rustling sound of mice moving back and forth, the world seemed to be completely quiet, as if no one was coming.

But the rat catcher can hear the rats outside calling out, which means the enemy is outside, and may even be standing at the door.

The gate stood in place, and the metal doors looked like a pair of tombstones.

Should I run away? This is a person that even the riddlers find difficult to deal with.

The rat catcher secretly changed his position. There was a ventilation duct in the corner, which he had sent the rat to explore in advance.

The Calendar Man watched the Rat Catcher standing farther and farther away from the door, and he couldn't help but become nervous, and he threw aside the bowls he had been banging.

As if the room was being monitored by some means, the next moment the rat catcher walked to the ventilation vent, the sturdy door at the entrance was suddenly blown open.

With a heart-shaking sound, the door flew into the room like a missile. The terrible impact force tore a gap in the rat colony. The rats were buried by stones and sand, and blood and flesh were mixed with the ruins.

The smoke gradually dissipated, and Valerie stood at the door. Harley, who was protected behind her, waved to the people in the house.

"Good evening, you are the rat breeders, right?"

After seeing Valerie's expression clearly, Calendar Man pursed his lips and then threw the gun to the ground as if nothing had happened.

"What are you doing?! Hold your weapons!" The rat catcher couldn't help but shout when he saw the calendar man's actions.

"I was forced by the clown to come here to guard the door. I haven't done anything so far." Calendar Man said to Valerie as if explaining.

The rat catcher was so surprised by the Calendar Man's quick surrender that he almost had the urge to surrender.

But the Riddler still holds his life in his hands, so he can't do that.

The rat-catcher raised the lamp in his hand and shook it a few times like a bell.

The rats in the room were like soldiers who had received orders. They changed their postures and ran towards the two people at the door.

The rat catcher certainly did not act without rules. The blonde woman hid at the back, obviously because she was afraid of rats. As long as the rats focused their attacks on that guy, the woman in front, who looked tough, would be restrained in order to protect her companions.

Then he can take the opportunity to escape through the vent behind him!

The rat catcher's calculations were loud and clear. All the rats in the room, including those hiding in the corridor outside, rushed towards Harley Quinn like a wave.

Harley screamed as he wished, she held her face like a real little girl.

The rat was about to climb up Harley's body and tear her into pieces. The rat catcher looked at Valerie expectantly, hoping that she would turn back quickly after seeing her companion in such a miserable state.

But before Valerie could do anything, Harley moved first. She suddenly pulled out a water pipe from her waist and smashed it at the rats on the ground like playing whack-a-mole.

When I looked at that face again, there was no trace of fear at all, not even a feeling of disgust, only a morbid smile.

"Hahaha! This is so fun!" Harry laughed as he inhumanely slaughtered the rats.

"What are you doing..." Valerie's eardrums were hurt by Harley's scream just now, and now her head was hurting because of her laughter.

The rat catcher understood that this woman was not afraid of rats at all, and all her reactions just now were just deliberate performances for fun.

He was very familiar with this person. The clown he had seen not long ago was exactly the same person.

NO117. Two-Faced Man: Hello

Valerie glanced at the rats around her as if she was counting her prey, and then mantis knives popped out from her arms.

The two blades collided, and blue arcs of electricity spread out from her. The surrounding rats were surrounded by the arcs and knocked over by the electric current like fish in the sea.

Except for the Titan rats who were just paralyzed and stiff for a while, the other rats fell to the ground like bugs sprayed with pesticide.

The calendar man sitting on the chair was not spared. The electric current crawled onto his body, causing him to twitch horribly and finally slide to the ground.

Perhaps it was because he was wearing protective clothing, or perhaps it was because the current was not strong when it spread to his body, the rat catcher was lucky not to be knocked unconscious.

Valerie blinked, turned on the scanning vision, and simply opened the box for the rat catcher: "So that's it, you are the Audis or something? Your neck..."

The rat-catcher had raised the lamp in his hand, held it high above his head, and shook it several times.

The surrounding walls were shaking and rattling, as if something was swimming inside.

The cement wall was bitten open like biscuits, and a group of rats that were even bigger than the Titan rats crawled out.

These are the teams that have mutated the most after being transformed by the Titan virus. Even the Rat Catcher himself finds it difficult to control them. Unless it is absolutely necessary, he will never summon these monsters around him.

But it doesn't matter now. The rat catcher pried open the ventilation hole that had been tampered with in advance and got in anxiously. The protective clothing was rubbed with a sound that made people's teeth ache.

Let those women and the Titan rats have their fun! I want to moisten it first!

The rat catcher was crawling in the dark in the damp pipe. Listening to the clashing sounds of metal coming from outside, he sped up in fear.

While crawling, he looked back to make sure that no one was following him.

The pipe behind me was very long, and the entrance far away seemed to be moving away from the light.

The rat catcher turned the corner impatiently, as if turning to the light of life.

However, the next moment after turning the pipe, the rat catcher collided with a matte red figure.

"Fuck!!"

The sudden change made him scream out subconsciously, and he shivered instinctively, but before he could react, the red glove was already on his head.

"Hello." Harvey greeted politely, and then the Two-Face Man pulled his head and slammed it to the ground.

"state!"

The rat catcher's face was pressed to the ground, his dust mask was broken into pieces, and blood was flowing out from the gaps in the mask.

The rat catcher was very strong. He was not knocked unconscious by the knock. He just raised his hand and tried to pick up the lamp at his waist with trembling hands.

But in the eyes of Daredevil with sonar vision on, the action was too obvious. He grabbed the rat catcher's hand and slammed it against the wall of the pipe next to him.

The microwave lamp that could summon rats was smashed, and glass fragments exploded with flashes of electricity. The ventilation duct that was illuminated by the purple light returned to darkness.

The Two-Face Man felt that this was not enough, so he grabbed the Rat Catcher's head again and smashed it a few more times. The Rat Catcher's blood splattered into dust, and fragments of the mask floated in the pipe.

"Take it easy." Harvey held on during the last few blows.

"Tsk, I won't die. I know what's going on." The two-faced man said, but he didn't smash it again.

The narrow ventilation duct was too crowded for two people. Daredevil struggled to switch positions with the rat catcher, grabbed his ankles and crawled back.

When Daredevil climbed out of the pipe and returned to the room, Rat was no longer intact.

The rat blood formed a puddle on the ground, with rat fragments floating on it, like a disgusting meat porridge.

Seeing Harvey dragging the rat catcher back in, Valerie nodded slightly.

At this time, Valerie had already sat at the operating table in the defense center, and the USB cable on her wrist was connected to the computer.

"Tie them together... No, tie them separately. I'll ask this rat man some questions later." Valerie ordered. "Take these three people out first. I'll burn these rat corpses after I shut down the defense system."

Erha nodded to show that he understood. Harley carried the Calendar Man on his back, while Harvey carried the Rat Catcher. They walked out of the room with the surviving staff.

Valerie watched the bytes on the screen and calculated silently in her heart. She didn't disconnect the data cable until Barbara on the line sent her a command that was almost complete.

"How is it? Can we contact the outside world?" Valerie took out a molotov cocktail from her hand and threw it on the ground while walking towards the door.

"I'm trying to send a message to Cash." Barbara said while typing on the keyboard, but soon a disappointed voice came, "No, the message can't be sent. It seems that the defense system and the interference signal are not the same facility."

"What other facilities are there?" Valerie sighed, "Why don't I just go and torture the Riddler."

"The uncle who called you should be on his way to arrest the Riddler, right?" Barbara asked.

"You mean Deathstroke? That guy is so mean, who knows what he might be up to." Valerie pouted, "Even the old bat is more reliable than him."

"I will interrogate the Riddler myself." Batman, who had been silent all the time, suddenly spoke. He was breathing heavily with fatigue, but he no longer had the sense of urgency in an emergency.

"Did you take out Bane? It sounds like it's raining hard over there," Valerie said.

"Bane can't get up... temporarily." Batman took a deep breath.

At this moment, he was standing in the pouring rain at Arkham Pier, looking at the Batmobile that sank to the bottom of the sea with Bane, with an expressionless face.

Batman's battle just now spread from the cell to the outside, and even to the beach. The battle was not over until he learned the V-style combat method, summoned the Batmobile and knocked Bane into the sea.

"The Riddler is in the administration building, right? I will arrest him first, and then pry the information about the communication blockade out of him."

Perhaps it was because the carefully prepared Batmobile was gone, Batman was in a rare bad mood and said a lot of things.

[I'll be there too... Let's meet up there.] Valerie concluded, and then the communication fell silent.

"Your friends?" Gordon stood behind Batman, holding a plastic bag. "I'm glad you were able to contact them."

"She's on this island too." Batman didn't explain much.

"She? Is it V? I really hope she can also connect me with the police outside." Gordon sighed and shouted.

It was raining so hard that Gordon had to shout to speak.

"It will be soon... the police will be here soon, and you can leave first." Batman looked at a speedboat on the dock.

Gordon looked at the rough sea in the rain and couldn't help but take a breath: "Now? Let me stay on the island with you."

NO118. Three Servants

The rat catcher woke up from his coma, opened his eyes with difficulty, and realized that he was hanging on the stairs in a strange posture.

Three people stood in front of him, and Valerie, who was in the lead, rubbed her hair elegantly to wipe off the lime that had rubbed on it.

"You are!" The rat catcher recognized Valerie's face. He opened his mouth in panic, and the feeling of air leaking made him realize that he was not wearing a dust mask.

What's even more counterintuitive is that even after being hit several times, Ben's face, where the fragments pierced his flesh, didn't hurt that much.

"You look surprised?" Valerie suddenly leaned in front of the rat catcher. "I have a question for you."

"…I don't think I have any information that would interest you," the rat catcher said dryly.

"Of course, you are nothing mysterious to me." Valerie nodded.

During the time that Valerie was in a coma, Barbara and Batman had taken turns explaining to Valerie that the Rat Catcher was originally a sanitation worker in Gotham's sewers, specializing in cleaning rats.

But ten years ago, he was involved in a murder case. He was clearly just passing by, but the police and judge at the time colluded with each other and put all the blame on him. He was sentenced to three hundred years in prison and had to stay in prison until his death.

Fortunately, the rat catcher was only in jail for ten years. Three months ago, the case was reopened because it involved Black Mask, and the unlucky guy was luckily cleared of his name.

The rat catcher was released and received compensation, but he could never forget the people who sent him to prison.

The rat catcher had learned the art of taming rats long before he was imprisoned, and after he was released he perfected his technique.

Relying on the rats, the rat catcher took those who had wronged him, including the judge, the police, and even the witnesses, to the sewer and killed them after torturing them.