I, V, Gotham Legend

Valerie set a small goal and then leisurely walked out of the compound of the Tower of Miracles.

……

The old base cannot be used for the time being, so Valerie has been living in the middleman's house these days. In addition to having the middleman's protection, Valerie can also give shelter to the middleman.

Edward Nygma, who calls himself the Riddler, has already delivered his commission, which is a large bag of cash. It was so neat and tidy that Valerie felt that this was a good client.

On the other hand, a bat who is obviously the richest man in Gotham City but is reluctant to pay the money...

Valerie is still waiting to bribe the government to get her identity card and then apply for a bank card.

Today is technically still Christmas, and carnival night doesn't start until midnight. The middleman has already prepared a big meal at home and invited Valerie to sit together.

Valerie had no interest in Christmas dinner, but it would be nice to have a good meal, so she sat down at the table.

The middleman had no wife, no sons, and no other relatives at the age of seventy. He had lost contact with his former friends.

Now the only person who could have Christmas dinner with him was Valerie.

"Did the rabbit tell you anything?" Valerie took a bite of the turkey.

She didn't really like turkey, it was too dry, but she felt at ease sitting down to eat with Marlon.

"Nothing for now... don't worry." Ma Long said slowly, he seemed to be in a good mood.

The old man couldn't eat anything too greasy, so he dipped some of the sauce on bread.

"Has your bar ever been attacked by anarchists?" Valerie suddenly thought of the man she met earlier.

"Anarchist... you mean anarchist." Malone thought for a moment, "When I first met you, I also thought you were an anarchist."

"Don't make trouble." Valerie took another bite of chicken. "But the government is really not a good thing."

“Hehehe…” Malone seemed amused. “Anarchist terrorist attacks have been happening everywhere these days, but luckily I have a lot of friends who kept those guys out.”

Compared to the blizzard last night...or early this morning, Gotham is having a very clear night tonight.

Valerie and Marlon chatted a lot more. Although there was an age difference of nearly fifty years between them, they seemed like the closest of friends.

After dinner, the two separated and rested in different rooms.

When Valerie opened her eyes again, the sun was shining on her face.

It was a rare sunny day today, which made Valerie feel much better.

She got out of bed happily, washed and enjoyed the breakfast prepared by the middleman, then prepared to go downstairs with a leisurely pace to greet the new day.

The room that the middleman prepared for Valerie was located above his bar. In fact, he had many suites, but most of the time, Marlon lived in the orphanage to take care of the children.

It was also to welcome Valerie that he stayed in this room for a night.

Valerie excitedly took a lollipop and went downstairs while sucking on it. According to her idea, today's good mood should last all day.

Until she came to the bar and saw a familiar Asian woman at the bar.

"Hey." Siva, wearing a coat and with a bandage on his face, greeted Valerie elegantly.

Valerie made a cat-like face.

A great day ended with seeing Siwa.

5. Dirty Bomb

"What are you doing here?" Valerie crossed her arms and walked to Shiva with a stern look on her face.

"Don't get excited. We already know that making an enemy of you is not a good choice." Shiva raised his hand, trying to reassure Valerie.

"Then please go back." Valerie pointed at the door with her chin.

"We need your help with something." Without moving, Shiva stretched out her bandaged hand from her coat and tried to reach for the drink on the bar.

It was a glass of transparent bubbling drink, and if nothing unexpected happened, it should be a glass of Sprite.

The vengeful Valerie had no intention of helping the disabled Siwa get the drink.

"I told you, I have no interest in your organization."

"I understand, I understand. We are very tolerant towards the strong. The door of the Assassin's League is always open to you." Shiva gave up getting a drink, and the bartender, who was very discerning, stuffed a straw into the glass.

The bar is closed during the day, and people who come here at this time are generally here to discuss business.

"We know you're a mercenary, right?" Shiva didn't intend to touch the straw. With his disabled hands and feet, he could only stretch his neck to bite it, which was not elegant at all.

"I don't do all kinds of business." Valerie said unceremoniously.

"money is not a problem."

"Ha." Valerie sneered coldly, "Do you think you can seduce me with money alone?"

Just kidding! I'm going to be a billionaire soon!

When will Batman finally die?

Siva sensed Valerie's disdain and secretly admired her.

It is rare to find mercenaries who treat money like dirt.

But her business is still very important: "Ms. V, I know you have a very bad impression of me, but I hope you can listen to me."

Valerie really wanted to kick Siwa out, but this was the bar owned by the middleman Malone, so she didn't want to start a fight here.

Valerie still liked the way Shiva was when they first met a few days ago. If she said a few more provocative words to her, she would have a reason to beat her up.

The blue-haired mercenary brought a stool and sat next to Siwa, and said to the bartender: "Vodka on the rocks, some lime juice, ginger beer... and a little love."

What a weird recipe?

Shiva wanted to complain, but she held it back. She felt that Valerie was waiting for her to do something offensive so that she could beat her up.

Seeing that Shiva wanted to say something but didn't dare to, Valerie snorted, "This is the secret recipe of a big shot."

"Well, Miss V, since you don't like me, I'll make it short." Shiva still stretched his neck to bite the straw, mainly because he was indeed a little thirsty.

"Since the great demon leader Lei Xiao Aug established the Assassin's League hundreds of years ago, we have been committed to destroying evil. This evil may be a single person, a city, a civilization, or..."

"Wait, you call this a long story short?" Valerie interrupted Siwa.

"..."

Shiva was silent for a moment.

"Well...we were planning on destroying a small country in Latin America first, but when we were transporting the weapons through Gotham, we lost a large portion of them."

Siwa looked at Valerie: "I hope you can help us find it."

"...That's enough." Valerie rolled her eyes, "You lost something and asked me to find it?"

"We have other more important things to do, and there are people in this city who want us out of here."

"So obedient? You leave just because I tell you to?" Valerie was a little angry. She had asked her to leave the bar more than once but it was useless.

"We certainly don't plan to leave just like that, but given our current relationship with him, it's better not to be too high-profile." Shiva finally finished a glass of Sprite, and the bartender immediately refilled it.

"..." Valerie suddenly realized something, "The person you are talking about, isn't that Batman?"

"..."

Shiva fell silent.

“Hahahaha!” Valerie laughed wantonly, “What about your disciple? It’s so funny. Are you so scared by him that you dare not show up?”

Siva looked gloomy.

Last night, after Valerie beat them up, Batman also came to the Tower of Miracles and indeed recognized Shiva.

Although Siwa, whose arm was broken, could still fight against Batman, it was difficult for him to defeat him without paying a price. As a result, he was threatened by this guy to get out of Gotham.

Although they are not actually afraid of Batman, they cannot let him see the League of Assassins' dedication to the Tower of Miracles as they currently lack the combat power to defeat him.

That concerns the future of the Assassin's League.

But the lost weapons are equally important. If they fall into the hands of "evil forces", the consequences will be disastrous.

For the sake of the overall situation, Siwa swallowed his anger and said, "V, we need your help. I say again, money is not a problem."

"Sorry, I don't like you, please go back." Valerie sent the guest away again.

Siwa hesitated for a moment, but decided to reveal more information: "That's a dirty bomb..."

This really surprised Valerie. A dirty bomb, if nothing unexpected happens, should refer to a stray nuclear bomb.

Something this dangerous in Gotham?

Valerie was indeed hesitant this time, but since she had refused before, wouldn't it be embarrassing to change her mind now?

"I heard everything..." An old voice suddenly interrupted the two of them.

Valerie turned around and saw the middleman, Malone, walking out of the box behind her.

"I'm sorry for eavesdropping on your conversation. I just really care about you."

After all, it wasn't a big secret, so Valerie didn't control the volume when communicating with Shiva.

"It doesn't matter, it's you after all." Valerie waved to the middleman.

"V..." Malone walked between the two of them, not even looking at Siwa, "I'm already seventy years old. Although I spent more than half of my life in prison, I also spent my whole life in Gotham."

Valerie had never seen Marlon look so lonely. It was as if he was worried about his most important child.

"You are the strongest person I have ever met in my life... I beg you, please save Gotham..." Marlon bowed deeply to Valerie, and Valerie stood up immediately in shock.

"Don't be like this... I won't leave Gotham alone."

Valerie is going to become a Gotham legend. Without Gotham, there would be no legend.

Malone can be said to be Valerie's benefactor. Even for his sake, Valerie will not ignore the crisis in Gotham.

But Valerie still glared at Siwa: "You guys really made a big mess."

Shiva shrugged and said, "If my hand wasn't broken, I could handle this myself."

"You mean I'm to blame?" Valerie folded her arms.

"Do not…"

Feeling the sharpness in Valerie's words, Shiva quickly finished his Sprite and then left the bar.

NO6. Mask

Although it was said that the dirty bomb in Gotham would be investigated, Valerie currently did not know how to investigate.

Fortunately, Siwa seemed to have anticipated that the conversation would not go smoothly, and she left a letter for Valerie, which included contact information and an overview of the incident.

The gist is that the League of Assassins originally planned to transport the dirty bomb out of Gotham and travel by sea to a small country in South America, but the assassins in that country have not received the goods yet.

It was not until they sent people to Gotham to investigate that they discovered that the smuggling gang responsible for transporting the dirty bomb had died in their base, and the whereabouts of the dirty bomb was now unknown.

Valerie planned to go check out the base, but before leaving, the middleman stopped her.

"V, look at this." The old man took out half a mask. It looked like part of it was broken by a stick, but you could still see that it was a rabbit.

Valerie's expression became serious. This mask looked very familiar, as if she had seen it the day before.

"There was a little girl being attacked by a group of strong men. Luckily some of my guys passed by." Malone placed the mask on the bar.

"Those burly guys were wearing masks. At first we thought they were some newly emerged gangsters, but after interrogation, they insisted they knew nothing and didn't even remember attacking the girl." Malone showed a disgusted expression, "They dare not take responsibility for what they did. They are a bunch of scum."

Valerie recalled the illusion she had encountered before: "Is he being controlled by the mind?"

"Are you talking about some movie plot?" Marlon thought Valerie was joking and laughed out loud.

Valerie fell into deep thought. She felt that based on all the fancy things she had seen in Gotham, such as clay figures, poisonous men, illusions and so on, mind control was not impossible.

"Can I meet them?" Valerie asked Malone.

"Anytime, they're being held in the west warehouse."

"Then I'll come over later." Valerie nodded.

She planned to check the base of the Assassin's League first. It was obviously more important to investigate the whereabouts of the dirty bomb.