I, V, Gotham Legend

The visitor was wearing a mask and sunglasses, and he only took them off as if to say hello when he walked to the podium.

When the media saw the man's face clearly, they were in an uproar. They held up their cameras and their whispers to each other became even louder.

Although he rarely appears in formal occasions, the Gotham media still knows this man.

Alberto Falcone, the former mafia king and son of the famous Roman.

The reporters were in a mess. The one who spoke at the beginning put on a more serious expression and spoke to Sharp: "Mr. Congressman, is Mr. Falcone really the candidate you have decided on? He is... that person's man, and he also..."

He is still a straw bag.

Of course, this cannot be said openly.

Albert smiled shyly, leaned closer to the microphone, and replied patiently: "I think I can do it... My greatest strength is prudence."

NO141. Ending

After the Joker dragon sank to the bottom of the sea, Commissioner Gordon also regained contact with the Gotham Police Department, and their follow-up work took almost three days.

There are quite a number of Titan monsters infected by the Joker in Arkham, and those who are still alive were rescued by Poison Ivy.

Fortunately, Batman has initially developed an antidote to the Titan virus. He is working with Gotham Hospital to do his best to rescue the Titans who can still be saved.

Although the treatment of the humanoid Titan is still ongoing, the treatment of the crocodile man was very successful. He has initially escaped from Titanization and has been temporarily detained in a temporary government detention facility.

Poison Ivy was not arrested. Considering how much she had done and that she did not seem to be in any danger, Gordon allowed her to live on Wayne's private island until she was summoned by court.

The Rat Catcher and Calendar Man cannot be let off in this way, but judging by their behavior, they should not receive increased sentences like the other riot criminals.

Especially for the rat catcher who helped a lot, his future may be bright again.

In contrast, the Riddler was not so lucky. Valerie was unwilling to provide him with treatment, so he was sent to the hospital for humanitarian reasons.

Although his life was not in danger, the Riddler's brain had suffered considerable damage and he might have sequelae for the rest of his life. At least he would no longer be able to rely on his high intelligence to do evil.

Dr. Hugo was handed over to the police by Batman, but was taken away by the government that night, and it was the highest-level federal government. Even the police chief of Gotham City could not refuse it.

The body of the clown dragon sank to the bottom of the sea and degraded like a cnidarian. When the police freed up personnel to go to the bottom of the sea to investigate, nothing was found.

There was also good news for Commissioner Gordon. After returning to the police station that night, they met the Penguin and his men who they had been looking for for a long time at the door.

The cunning gang leader was hung on a street lamp, his fat face was bruised and swollen, and it was obvious that he had received a heavy beating.

His younger brothers did not have such great honors, but they were also tied up and piled under street lights.

There were deep indentations on the Penguin's neck, and it looked like he was almost strangled to death, but based on other marks on his body and the testimony of other people, the person who killed him gave up on killing him.

Although he didn't know the specific circumstances, Gordon could imagine the complicated psychological struggle the murderer had gone through. He might hate the Penguin very much, but in the end he still stuck to the bottom line of being a human being.

It's been a week since the events of Asylum, and the last few days have been filled with news about Quincy Sharp's plans for the new Arkham City.

Gordon was very uneasy about the plan for the New Arkham. Putting a group of vicious gangsters and mental patients in a completely closed city but still with a degree of freedom, if the prison was not under sufficient control, it would be almost the same as raising poisonous insects.

But Gordon's opinion had no effect. Perhaps frightened by the incident in the asylum, the Arkham City proposal won at the voting table by a one percent advantage.

The construction of New Arkham is in full swing, and a large number of citizens from the old city are forcibly driven to the new city and even to the three islands of Gotham.

This incident was also reported in newspapers by major media outlets across the country, which fiercely criticized the arbitrariness of Gotham and even the US government.

In any case, the construction of New Arkham is a foregone conclusion and will no longer be stopped due to public opinion...

……

On the second day of the construction of the New Arkham Project, an out-of-place guest came to the famous Afterlife Bar.

Bruce Wayne, Gotham's richest man, is dressed in casual clothing and sits at the bar drinking apple cider vinegar.

It was already afternoon when Valerie walked out the door sleepily.

"Hmm? Good morning..." Valerie's hair was still a little messy, and she squinted her eyes to greet Bruce.

"Didn't you participate in the construction of Arkham City?" Bruce asked, looking at Valerie.

He knew Valerie's manual ability very well, and coupled with her greedy personality, it didn't make sense for her not to get involved in such a large construction team.

"I did apply for the job." Valerie scratched her head and sat next to Bruce. "They refused to accept me. It was as if they had seen some terrible monster."

Valerie tried to use hypnosis to force the contract to be signed, but after they woke up, the government officials would rather pay double the penalty than cooperate with Valerie.

"I guess those guys must be up to something... maybe they are planning something shady." Valerie said in a tone as if she was talking bad about someone to her best friend.

Bruce nodded in agreement with Valerie's words, and he also felt that there was something fishy.

In fact, the Wayne Group was also excluded in this construction.

But after all, Arkham City was a proposal submitted by the government and passed by democratic vote. It was completely compliant and legal, and Bruce had no reason to stop this plan.

It was not yet evening, so there were not many people coming. There was only one middle-aged bartender behind the bar, who seemed to be Helena's adoptive father.

Valerie didn't care about the bartender. She just went over the bar and took out a bottle of simple Coke from the well-stocked wine rack.

She drank heartily, and her dazed eyes finally cleared up again.

"What do you want to talk to me about? Just to talk about Arkham City?" Valerie asked, turning around.

"I want to invite my old friend over for a drink. This is the most famous bar in Gotham, right?" Bruce said with a smile.

Valerie touched the bottle with a surprised expression: "Your old friend?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the bar opened and Aquaman Arthur walked in wearing a jacket.

"I've been looking for you for a long time... this place is so small!" Arthur strode to the bar.

Valerie took a few steps back and pinched her nose with her little hand: "It's you! I was wondering why it smelled like seafood."

"Hey, girl, are you working here?" Aquaman waved to Valerie as if he knew her well.

"So you have been waiting for him from the beginning?" Valerie suddenly looked at Bruce as if she had an idea.

Master Wayne shrugged, leaving Valerie speechless.

Knowing that she was redundant, Valerie didn't say anything more. After helping the two of them have fun, she went back upstairs to catch up on her sleep.

Although she didn't cancel the Arkham City project, Miss V was still very busy these days. She finally managed to find time to sleep in for a day...

Due to some accidents, the Sky Eye Society did not return to New York. They rented a hotel in Gotham to accommodate them during this period.

Amanda's feet were on the table and her neck was wrapped in a bandage, obviously still recovering from her injuries.

She looked at a document in her hand, and her chest heaved more and more.

Amanda was almost furious. Their ship was caught in the Joker's storm during the asylum incident, causing Amanda to stay in bed for several days.

The person who temporarily took over her job these days was a weak newcomer who actually approved all the expenses of the Sky Eye Club, including the members of the trauma team of the Suicide Squad.

That's a full 700,000! Looking at the bloody six-digit expenditure on the bill, Amanda's heart was bleeding.

"Why hasn't Task Force X come back yet?!" Amanda shouted while banging the bell.

Because the Suicide Squad was deeply involved in the Arkham Asylum incident, they had to accept questioning by the Gotham Police Department, which is a necessary procedure written into the law.

But it has been almost three days, and the inquiries of these rubbish should have been completed long ago. Even if there are any problems, they should be discussed with Tianyanhui.

Amanda turned on the tablet she carried with her, opened the satellite map, and checked the location of the Suicide Squad members as usual.

The afternoon sun shone through the spacious floor-to-ceiling windows onto Amanda's face, and her dark brows tightened as she saw what she saw.

Amanda knows the location of the Suicide Squad through the GPS on the bomb buried in their heads, but the GPS signal has not changed position for a long time.

Does a police summons really take so long?

Amanda felt itchy between her eyebrows and rubbed them in the hope of relaxing her tense nerves.

She tried to raise her head and look out the window, but her expression froze.

Amanda clearly saw her always unhappy face reflected in the glass window in front of her, and right between her eyebrows, there was a red dot like a beauty mole.

This is certainly not a make-up. The red dot is moving upwards, obviously the infrared light used by the sniper rifle to assist in aiming.

Amanda's face froze as she realized what was happening, but it was too late to escape.

"boom!"

On the roof of a tall building in the distance, Deadshot pouted and dubbed the action of pulling the trigger.

Watching the glass shattering in the distance and the fat body falling weakly, Death Shooter whistled in relaxation.

"It seems that no accident happened." Behind Deadshot, Deathstroke stood with his arms folded across his chest.

"For them, this was an accident." Deadshot took off his headphones.

Amanda Waller, the organizer of the Eye Society who controlled the lives of a group of people, died like an ashtray at a shooting range.

"We are completely liberated, right? What do you want to do next?" Captain Boomerang sat on the ground and asked the other two teammates present.

"I don't know. I will probably continue to be a mercenary." Deathstroke said, "Maybe I will stay in Gotham."

"What about you, Floyd?" Harkness was more concerned about another friend.

"...Retire. I want to spend the rest of my life with my daughter." Death Shooter said with his head down.

"Are you retiring now? You're still in your prime, right?" Harkness said in disbelief.

"These few months of life have helped me figure out what I really want." Deadshot said with his head down.

"Okay! If you retire, I'll retire too. I just don't think being a criminal is interesting." Harkness pouted. "We can make a lot of money by performing, right?"

"Just don't let the enemy find you." Floyd tilted his head and said, "By the way, where's the shark?"

"Returned to the ocean?" Deathstroke speculated.

"Really? I thought the sea was blocked now."

"That can't stop the sharks, right? Not to mention the blockade of Gotham." Harkness said with a laugh.

……

On the sea, a white cruise ship was traveling at a constant speed.

Hugo Strange was sitting on the boat, wrapped tightly.

As the instigator of the mental hospital incident, he should not have been here, but the man behind him was extremely powerful and snatched him out of the police's hands.

Now he is on this cruise ship and can even leave Gotham, all thanks to the big man behind him.

It’s a pity that he failed in this mental hospital incident. The adult had planned to kick Hugo out, so he had done his best to get him out.

Hugo curled up on the cold and hard bed of nails. This simple environment was obviously incompatible with his noble status as a doctor.

Fortunately, people are still alive, and as long as the green mountains remain, there is no shortage of firewood.

Hugo lowered his head, secretly planning for the future in his heart.

Perhaps because they were smuggling, the cruise ship did not sail along the normal route. There was a vast ocean outside the window, and Hugo could not be sure where he was.

Somehow, Hugo felt as if he heard the sound of flowing water.

It wasn't seawater or sewers, but it looked like something was leaking in the room.

Hugo turned around and looked at the vent, but there was nothing unusual there.

Is it because of too much tension that I have a nervous breakdown?

Hugo guessed, he lowered his head again, and noticed that a puddle of mud had appeared on the floor at some point.

Hugo's first reaction was anger. This ship actually looked down on him and gave him such a dirty room to live in.

But he quickly reacted and realized that the mud was not there just now.

More importantly, he thought of someone, someone he could not forget.

As if to prove his hypothesis, the mud swelled up like waves, and a monster with hollow features climbed out of the mire.

"Long time no see, Dr. Strange. Thanks to you, my memory has been getting worse recently." The Clayface said as if he was greeting an acquaintance. "But guess what? I will always remember you."

Hugo's heart leapt into his throat; he knew what was going on.

It was he who turned Baso Carroll into the Clayface Man, not only canceling his identity but also subjecting him to various inhumane experiments.

"Carlo, I think you misunderstood something..."

"You are not worthy to speak!" the clay-faced man shouted directly, and his arm sprayed out like a water gun, covering Hugo's mouth and nose.