I, V, Gotham Legend

Hugo struggled. He didn't want to die at the hands of his own experiment, but in such an environment, he had no power to fight back.

Why is this guy here? This is clearly the boat he used to escape!

Hugo struggled as if dancing, using all his brainpower to try to survive.

The Clayface moved forward excitedly, his hands grasping Hugo's head and lifting him up as if he were hanging.

Suffocation and loss of physical strength made Hugo dazed, but he did not give up struggling, and his body kicked around like a rabbit.

The Clayface reached out his other hand and grabbed Hugo's legs, pressing his body like a flip phone.

Why...why did this happen to me?!

Hugo felt his body leaning back and his spine was about to be broken, and his red glasses fell to the ground during the struggle.

"Kaba!"

The sound of the spine breaking and muscles being torn was heard, and Hugo spat out a mouthful of blood.

He rolled his eyes. The severe pain overwhelmed the pain of lack of oxygen, making him clear-headed for a moment. He seemed to have thought of something.

Hugo's vitality was drained away, and only a name remained in his blank brain before it froze.

Lei Xiao Augu.

NO1. Brain Doctor

Clear skies are rare in Gotham, and today's sky is as gloomy as ever. The sun shines through the clouds, generously spreading blessings to the earth.

Bruce Wayne, the richest man in Gotham City and one of the most popular bachelors in the country, stood alone at the Gotham Airport wearing sunglasses.

This is a pick-up area specially prepared for the rich. Bruce dressed very formally to greet his old friend whom he hadn't seen for many days.

With the sound of a jet approaching from afar, a white private plane landed smoothly in front of Bruce.

The plane's valve was opened, and a red-haired, young and handsome man walked down. When he saw Bruce at a glance, he immediately came towards him excitedly.

"Long time no see, Tommy." Bruce also showed a sincere smile and called out the nickname of the man in front of him.

"You've been back in Gotham for almost four years, right? I thought you had forgotten me." The man, Thomas Elliot, teased.

Elliot is Bruce's good friend since childhood. They have the same hobbies, the same wealthy family... and the same parents died suddenly.

But Elliot is an optimistic person. Perhaps because his parents died in an accident, he embarked on the path of studying medicine and is now a world-renowned brain surgeon.

Originally, Elliot left Gotham after graduating from college and settled in Central City for six years. But today, he was asked back to treat the Riddler who had severe brain damage.

Speaking of the Riddler, he did not receive timely treatment after being hit on the head, and has basically been left with permanent sequelae. In addition to his brain not being as sharp as before, he has also lost the ability to recognize numbers.

Miss V, the only person in Gotham who can cure him, is unwilling to help. Out of humanitarianism and considering the Riddler's fortune of at least 80 million, some people pooled money to invite back the famous Dr. Elliot.

"You've been flying for at least four hours. Do you want to take a break? I can arrange a party anytime." Bruce said to Elliot.

"Let's talk after the welcoming banquet. I'm going to make a killing on you." Elliot said with a smile. "Now, let me go see my patients."

"In my opinion, the Riddler won't give you so much trouble. It's better for everyone if he continues to live as a fool like this," Bruce said.

"What are you talking about? I'm a doctor. I only have patients in my eyes." Elliot raised his head, his eyes sparkling. "Even if a death row inmate who is going to be executed tomorrow is pushed in front of me today, I will do my best to treat him."

"Try your best... You're right." Bruce smiled with relief and walked towards the exit first. "Then I'll take you there. I drove here... It's a good opportunity for us to catch up."

Elliot followed happily, his hands quietly behind his back, no one saw the wound on his fingertips...

……

The construction of Arkham City is in full swing, with cranes and workers everywhere.

Gotham hired several urban construction groups from various cities and even countries, intending to transform the old city into a super prison from scratch.

Although I don’t know what the plan is, three months have passed and the walls outside the prison have been built high.

The Vanguard Bridge, a landmark of Gotham, has been blocked and may be blown up in the future to facilitate the isolation of Arkham.

Correspondingly, Gotham’s distinctive Wayne Group light rail has ceased operations and will probably not be reopened until the transportation lines are replanned.

For some unknown reason, the main creator of Arkham's infrastructure is extremely opposed to Valerie or even the Wayne Group's participation in the city construction, but this does not mean that Valerie cannot participate.

She was dressed in a very ordinary way, with a baseball cap over her long straight black hair, and delicate makeup on her delicate face.

Holding a camera, she blended perfectly into the group of reporters and followed Congressman Sharp to visit the new Arkham which was still under construction.

"Historically, the old city has suffered several crises. For example, during the Mysterious City incident, the Riddler covered one-sixth of the old city with white metal... Don't worry, the white metal has been basically dispersed." Councilman Sharp introduced to reporters with the emphasis unique to civil servants.

Valerie pretended to be cool and just focused on taking pictures. There were construction teams everywhere in the city, and no one knew what was being built.

The most obvious and conspicuous part is the direction of the Tower of Miracles. It was originally a park surrounded by high walls, and it seemed that it was planned to be transformed into a garrison camp.

There used to be a lot of ordinary people in the old town, accounting for at least a quarter of Gotham's population, but they were asked to leave smoothly.

Valerie guessed that although it was related to the government's organization, the Roman family behind Arkham's general manager Albert should also have played a big role.

Of course, Valerie sneaked into Arkham City not just to take pictures. In addition to being curious about how these guys were planning to build it in such a mysterious way, she also wanted to secretly set up a base here.

Based on Valerie's understanding of the Gotham government and the criminals here, building such a large prison will sooner or later lead to trouble, so she wants to make arrangements in advance.

At present, Arkham City is just being built in a very ordinary way, which makes Valerie a little anxious. At this rate of progress, it may take another three months at the earliest before it can be officially put into use.

Sharp in front was still giving a long-winded speech, but Valerie ignored him. She looked around the crowd boredly and suddenly found a familiar face.

She tiptoed and quietly approached a beautiful red-haired reporter who was slightly taller than her.

"You look much more energetic." Valerie slapped the reporter on the back.

"What?" Louise turned around in surprise at the sudden call. She looked for a long time before she smiled, "V? You look completely different now than before."

"This is a covert operation," Valerie whispered, her finger to her lips.

Valerie felt like she was as cool as 007 now.

Louise showed an understanding expression. She felt that such a superhero would more or less carry out some missions.

"So did you use some superpower to sneak into the reporter team?" Louise teased.

"Why bother? I'm a contracted reporter for V Group's new media company..." As she spoke, Valerie took out a press card.

The photo and identity information on the press card were fake, but the card was legal. In addition to using some unconventional means, the agent identity given to her by Amanda also helped her a lot.

Three months ago, Amanda was assassinated in a hotel in Gotham. Before her death, she had just replaced her successor, which plunged the A.E.L.D. into a long state of leaderlessness.

Many people thought that Amanda was assassinated because of a political struggle, but Valerie felt it was more likely that she was simply killed by her own suicide squad who had just regained their freedom.

"Let's talk about something I'm interested in. How is your relationship with your boyfriend? Didn't he come here with you?" Valerie gossiped.

"Clark is always busy, and there is always someone in the world who needs his help." Louise smiled.

Sharp's speech finally ended, and he led the reporters down the stairs and officially entered Arkham City.

Valerie followed Louise downstairs, and perhaps because it was rare for them to meet someone they knew, they sat very close to each other.

As time goes by, the development gap between the new and old urban areas is getting bigger and bigger, and the ancient planning of the old urban area is becoming more and more unreasonable. It is only a matter of time before it is demolished and rebuilt.

But no one expected that before the old city was actually abandoned, it was transformed into a prison.

A group of reporters followed Quincy Sharp, like a tour group, and the team was very grand.

"Next, I will take you to see the Tower of Miracles from a distance. You can take a photo from a distance. Then we can end our work for today. When we go back, we can print the photos on the headlines of your newspapers." Sharp spoke like a tour guide.

The team walked onto the street, and Valerie felt that it was about time. She patted Louise on the shoulder and said, "I'm leaving first. If you have any questions, you can come to me in the next life."

"I see. It would be even better if I could get a discount when drinking at your place," said Louise.

Valerie just smiled and then disappeared out of thin air before Louise's eyes.

Louise turned her head and looked around in surprise. Even with the sensitivity of an excellent reporter, she still couldn't figure out how Valerie disappeared.

But she was almost used to it. After sighing in her heart at the wonders of these superhumans, she turned her attention back to the reporter's business...

……

Hundreds of meters underground, a man wearing a green robe that was big enough to cover his head was walking slowly.

This was once the base of the Court of Owls, but when Claw woke up, it had been blown to pieces.

After emerging from his slumber, the Claw returns here every month, and not just to mourn the court.

Siwa has not been found yet, his revenge plan is nowhere in sight, and perhaps because of being with white metal for a long time, his memory is getting worse and worse.

He came back regularly, hoping to find a way out before his memory was completely lost.

Sharp Claw walked in a well-trained manner, his footsteps made no sound, like a cat foraging at night.

That was why, after seeing several unfamiliar people standing in the abandoned room, he was able to react quickly before these people and jump onto the ceiling.

There were several people standing in the room, wrapped up tightly and dressed like ninjas. Judging from their figures, they should be women. They gathered together and looked very alert, but obviously did not notice the claws.

"Ma'am, do you really want to tell Luther this address?" A ninja asked the woman in the center, who was the only one without a mask. "Is this place far from Lhasa Road?"

"Idiot, we're not really going to hand Lazarus over to Luther." The woman's tone was harsh, and it was obvious that she was very dissatisfied with her subordinate's brain.

"Then this is?"

"You'll know what the bait is sooner or later." The woman in the middle said condescendingly.

They seemed to feel that they had stayed there for long enough, so after sweeping up a bunch of things, they walked out of the room.

The woman in front walked out the door with her hands behind her back, her head held high, and her chest held high, but suddenly stopped.

The ninja behind him was unable to dodge and bumped into the woman's back. She immediately lowered her head in fear: "Sorry, Ms. Shiva, I didn't pay attention..."

Shiva raised his hand and placed it on the ninja's lips, stopping her from speaking.

"That's a really high level of concealment. Even I've only seen a few people who can achieve this level." Shiva raised his head and chatted to the seemingly empty place, "But for me, it's still a little lacking."

Hearing what Shiva said, the assassins following her immediately drew their swords and dispersed.

"..."

The air was silent for a few seconds, and no response came, but Shiva stared at a corner of the ceiling, as if he firmly believed that there was someone there.

As if realizing that he had been completely exposed, Claw emerged from the shadows and jumped lightly to the ground without making any sound.

The surrounding ninjas clenched their weapons tightly because of his superb concealment skills, but Shiva was the only one who had a smile on his face.

"It's really rare to see minions of the Council of Owls. I feel that your shadow must be behind a corrupt city like Gotham," said Shiva.

Sharp Claw was not shaken by Shiva's words. He looked around at the many ninjas and fixed his eyes on Shiva.

He vibrated his vocal cords like a bellows that hadn't been used for half a century. "Siva?"

"Hmm?" Shiva frowned. She had an inexplicable ominous premonition.

The claw didn't waste any words, he immediately pounced on Shiva, like a cockroach in the south...

Gotham is as cold in winter as it is hot in summer. Valerie changed into a short-sleeved shirt and shorts, looking very youthful and energetic.

She easily walked around the construction workers in Arkham City, strolling as if she was going shopping.

Having stayed in Gotham for almost a year, she has been to the old town countless times, but it is rare for her to see streets as deserted as today.

She had already chosen a location for her base in Arkham City, but when she thought that she might not come here often in the future, she decided to stay and walk around for a while longer.

At this time, she walked to a park and recalled her memories from the recent past. She had a strong connection with this place.

I remember the first time I saw Helena was in this park. At that time, she was busy exterminating the Court of Owls and happened to meet Helena who was passing by.

Valerie walked to a dry fountain. She remembered that she had left a sign saying "Shiva was here" there, but it seemed to have been wiped off long ago.

If I remember correctly, the base of the Court of Owls is under this fountain, right?

Valerie didn't plan to go down. She just looked at it and reminisced about the past, thinking that her trip was not in vain.

Just as she was staring at the fountain in a daze, the tiles that were blocking the hot spring under the sculpture were suddenly pulled open, and a man covered in blood crawled out from inside, staggering.

Valerie was still standing there blankly, staring face to face with the sharp claw that had crawled out, with a confused look on her face.

NO2. The scope is a bit large