I, V, Gotham Legend

The mission went smoothly and Valerie even had time to watch some TV.

I don't know what the customer is going to use this thing for.

Valerie thought of the client who dressed very low-key, but when communicating, every word between the lines showed the words "I am smart".

Moreover, when chatting, he would say "I, Edward Nygma" or "The Riddler" every two sentences, which made everyone laugh.

It was so obvious that his name was engraved into Valerie's DNA.

When we walked out of the museum, it was already three o'clock in the afternoon.

Since she got up late and hadn't had lunch or dinner yet, Valerie wanted to eat something before going back.

Roadside restaurants are run cautiously, and they usually put up billboards on the sidewalks to attract the attention of passers-by.

But today, all these shops are closed. If it weren't for the open signs hanging on the glass doors, I would have thought they were all closed.

Valerie knew what was going on; she had heard a group of people talking at the bar.

Originally, Gotham's gangster society was in a strange balance. For example, the Penguin, who had the largest sphere of influence and smuggled arms; Roman, who had the highest status and controlled the political and business circles of Gotham and had control over more than a dozen large companies; and Black Mask, the owner of many casinos in Gotham and a drug dealer.

In addition to these three top bosses, Gotham also has many second-tier gangsters such as Maroni, Red Hood, and Don Quixote.

Originally, under the oppression of the three giant gangs, the major evil forces in Gotham were still in a delicate balance, but now, Black Mask, one of the three major characters, has collapsed, and Sionis's whereabouts are still unknown.

This incident has caused many ambitious people in Gotham to gear up for action, and the other two major gangs are also ready to divide up Black Mask's legacy.

Gotham is still peaceful now, but no one knows when the gang war will start.

The museum street itself is also the territory of [Roman] Falcone, but the concept of territory among gangs is actually very vague. While they fight each other, there is also a lot of cooperation.

There are many things on this street that were once the property of Black Mask.

Maybe it is still peaceful now, but when the gang fight officially starts, no one dares to be a conspicuous person. When the gangs take action, they will not care whose property you belong to.

The place Valerie walked into seemed to be an ordinary fast food restaurant, selling some sandwiches.

She ordered a simple set meal and then found a seat and sat down.

The news was also being broadcast on the TV in the fast food restaurant, and it seemed that Sheriff Jim Gordon was officially appointed by the mayor as the chief of the Gotham Police Department.

After Leob's death, Gordon's only rival Brandon also died in the Joker's attack, and Gotham's most honest policeman was finally able to take on the role.

The peaceful and harmonious scene on TV contrasts sharply with the depressing and uneasy atmosphere in the fast food restaurant.

Valerie looked away; she wasn't very interested in what was on TV.

Not far away, there was a man wearing a coat and a baseball cap. He looked pale and sweating profusely. He seemed to be making some mental preparations.

There are at least ten thousand such people in Gotham. He might be targeted by some gang or blackmailed by someone. Anyway, Valerie didn't intend to care about him.

But the man finally seemed to have made up his mind, he jumped onto the table and took off his coat.

"Long live anarchism!"

The man screamed, with a ring of explosives wrapped around his waist.

The people around were all in panic. They fled in all directions, trying to stay away from this madman. Only Valerie remained sitting there.

"Don't move! You have been kidnapped! You...you stand there!" the man shouted. He took out a pistol from his pocket and smashed several light bulbs into the sky.

No one dared to act rashly, but those near the door still ran away.

"Damn it...don't be nervous, I'm...I'm a moralist - call the police quickly! I want the government to hear our demands!" The man seemed to be under a lot of pressure as well, his fingers hooked on the fuse of the bomb.

Valerie had had enough of the farce and she stood up.

"You! What are you doing!" The man seemed startled.

"I'm eating!" Valerie said. "You're interrupting our rare rest time."

"Uh...well, I'm sorry...but you are now held hostage by me!" The man apologized politely, and suddenly realized that he was now the hostage.

"Use this?" Valerie held up a string of bombs.

when!

The man panicked as he found that he had nothing on his waist.

Valerie's speed was already beyond that of an ordinary person, and under the influence of Sianvistan, it was even harder to see clearly.

"Ouch! My bomb!" The man seemed to be deflated in an instant, jumped off the table and fled.

Valerie felt confused and wondered where this guy came from.

"It's been a bit uneasy these past few days, with all kinds of people going to extremes." The store manager walked up to Valerie and said, "He should be an anarchist."

NO2. Anarchy

“Anarchy?”

Valerie remembered hearing it.

"It's a popular thing among young people recently. I don't know what it is. It's like a cult. They think anarchy is the way out for the people of Gotham." The store manager seemed very grateful to Valerie for her help and said patiently. "This store has encountered these terrorists two or three times."

“The police don’t care?”

Even the most corrupt organization cannot turn a blind eye to terrorist attacks.

"Of course we do. Although there aren't that many anarchists, they're all over Gotham, and new people are joining from time to time. Their actions are unorganized and spontaneous. The police station simply can't handle it all." The store manager was worried.

"How did you deal with the previous terrorists?" Valerie was curious.

"Just comply with their demands and call the police to negotiate. Some of them don't even know what they want, they just want to attract other people's attention." The store manager sighed.

First it was the Joker, then it was Anarchy, Gotham is really full of disasters.

Valerie left the bomb with the store manager and got up and walked out of the store.

……

In Gotham Harbor, many civil servants, led by Congressman Quincy Sharp, are on high alert.

In the distance, a tall ship was approaching, and it seemed that there were people on the ship ready for battle.

As he watched the ship approach the port, Quincy Sharp adjusted his tie.

The reconstruction plan of Arkham Asylum was officially approved, and Quincy was officially elected as the first director of the new asylum. This was an important political achievement that would help him to run for the next mayor smoothly.

On the ship were several psychology experts whom he had hired at a high price. They were the core medical force of the new asylum.

Several people in different clothes gradually walked down the ship's escalator, and they also had different expressions.

"Welcome." Sharp greeted the man in a white coat who was leading the group. "You must be the famous Dr. Hugo Strange."

Hugo nodded politely.

Hugo had been working in Gotham in the past, but he suddenly left Gotham half a year ago for unknown reasons. Now he has returned only at Sharp's invitation.

"I brought a respectable young man with me." Hugo stepped aside.

Behind him was a boy with a delicate face and looked very shy.

“Hello, Senator… My name is Jonathan Klein, and I’m also a psychology major.” Klein looked nervous.

"Klein is a true genius in psychology." Hugo said happily.

Afterwards, Sharp greeted other experts.

After arranging for these experts to stay, Sharp couldn't help but sigh.

With the support of these heavyweights, the insane asylum will surely prosper and the mayor's position will surely be won!

……

Bruce Wayne, the famous Batman, the world's greatest detective, the Avenger, and the Dark Knight, encountered the biggest challenge in his detective career.

He couldn't find Valerie's bank account.

Not only did this woman hide her identity information very well, there was not even a trace of her bank account.

Considering her amazing hacking abilities, Batman felt that he had met a strong enemy.

"Master, is there a possibility that Miss V does not have a bank account?" Alfred asked his guess.

"She wants a billion, that can't be something she just says casually." Batman pinched his chin and frowned.

"Maybe he just said it casually... It may be impolite to say this, but it would be difficult for people who have never come into contact with a billion to imagine how huge this amount of money is." Alfred speculated.

Batman also fell silent. Even if one billion was all converted into banknotes, it would be enough to fill a large warehouse. It was generally impossible to use cash to control such a large amount of wealth.

But Batman thought that a woman as smart as V would not be able to think of this. She could even delete all the records of her life three months ago. You know, even illegal immigrants would have records left.

Could it be that she is not from this world?

"How about you go ask Miss V?" Alfred suggested.

"No." Bruce's eyes burned with dark fire, "This is a challenge, I must find it out myself."

Seeing the young master's competitive spirit appearing in an inexplicable place, Ah Fu smiled with relief.

……

Valerie was driving fast on Park Road. She just remembered something. The woman named Siva seemed to be looking for a fight with her at the Tower of Miracles.

When talking about Siwa, one thinks of Batman. It seems that Batman has studied under Siwa.

Batman hasn't paid me yet...

Valerie thought that superheroes should have noble moral standards, and he should not break his promise. Maybe he needs to raise some money? After all, one billion is not a small amount.

Valerie decided to make a phone call first.

After a burst of dynamic music, the call was connected.

"Hello?" Valerie spoke first.

Bruce on the other end of the phone was startled. This was a Chinese telephone greeting. Perhaps he could find out some information about V's past from it.

"Hello," Bruce responded.

"Boss, where's the money?" Valerie asked very directly.

Bruce was silent for a while, then he said: "There are still some minor problems. Don't worry, it won't be long before what you want will automatically appear by your side."

What? You are so mysterious. You are the riddle man.

As Batman hung up the phone, Valerie muttered to herself.

I have no identity and naturally no bank account, so I am quite curious about how my master will pay my salary.

Glancing at the sky, it was still some time before nightfall, so Valerie decided to try her skills for the first time in a long time.

After realizing that she had prosthetic abilities, Valerie spent a long time understanding her abilities, but last night's battle with Bane made her realize that she still didn't know enough about herself.

For example, he could clearly defeat Bane as soon as they met, but because he did not understand his own strength, he subconsciously avoided the enemy's attack, and almost failed as a result.

Also, at Black Gate, he was able to repair quite a complicated instrument with his bare hands.

In the past, when she was practicing, she tested the abilities of prosthetics and weapons. This time, Valerie wanted to test her true abilities.

Drive into the industrial area, this is the Penguin’s territory, but that guy probably can’t control it now.

The reason for coming here is that most of this place is abandoned, and if we have any killer weapons, we don’t have to worry about being seen by outsiders.

Valerie drove into an abandoned factory, where she used to practice, and there were still traces of explosions and bullets on the ground.

Valerie turned on a radio and planned to start by listening to the news.

NO3. Miracle

"Gotham Corporation has made further progress in inventing the latest clean energy that could change the world, according to Gotham Corporation President Phils Boyle..."

The radio was broadcasting current news on the wall, and Valerie lifted two cars with her hands like barbells and then threw them into the air.