I, V, Gotham Legend

Valerie checked on the computer in front of her and found a file with the relevant name.

It seems that these two people have not been to work for a week. If nothing unexpected happens, they should have been killed at that time.

Valerie checked out the surveillance footage from a week ago, and this time, she finally found some clues.

Three people entered the morgue together, but only one person came out later. He was wearing a mask, and it was impossible to tell who he was just by looking at the surveillance camera.

He was pushing a corpse wrapped in a shroud in his hands.

Valerie kept adjusting the camera to track the doctor's movements.

He pushed the gurney out of surveillance range, but soon pushed it back to the morgue.

After a long time, he came out of the morgue again, still pushing a gurney, but it seemed that the body on the gurney was that of a different person.

Or maybe it contained something else that was not human but was more terrifying.

He moved the gurney back and forth many times, each time moving it out of the surveillance screen.

It seems that we have finally locked onto the target.

Valerie pulled up the staff records for that day. There was a long list, but fortunately she only had to check the doctors.

Joan Bletcher, that was the name of the third doctor, but he hadn't been to work for three days either.

Valerie memorized the guy's route in the surveillance video, then unplugged the data cable and quickly rushed in the direction of the surveillance video.

The place where Dr. Bletcher left looked like just an ordinary corner except that it was a blind spot for surveillance.

This is a very secret place, and I guess not many people would pass by here normally.

Valerie turned on the scanner, and as expected, it worked.

Valerie clenched her right fist and slammed it hard against the wall.

The wall was shattered and the paint fell off like an avalanche, revealing the narrow space behind.

There should be a space here that can be opened normally like a door, but Valerie doesn't have that much time to decipher it.

There weren't many things inside the wall. It looked like just a pile of ammunition and a few bags of flour. Perhaps the bulk of the stuff had already been taken away.

There is a mechanical device above the wall on the other side of the space, and it looks like the walls on both sides can be lifted up.

Apparently, these smugglers were transporting contraband in and out of the hospital by hiding it in the walls.

Valerie picked up the few remaining guns on the ground and dismantled them.

She can disassemble any weapon into components suitable for her use.

After repairing the wall, Valerie left the hospital.

Joann Bletcher's address was recorded in the hospital's database, and Valerie found it easily.

As a doctor in a frontline hospital, Bletcher lives a relatively wealthy life. His address is located in the Nanhai Garden Community in the Diamond District.

Valerie quickly found the doctor's door, and after repeated confirmation, she stabbed the mantis knife into the door lock and opened the door.

It was a fairly spacious room, but it looked like no one had been there for a long time.

She pushed open the bedroom door directly, but saw an unexpected scene.

It was a body in a yellow jacket, sitting against the wall, soaked in blood.

Valerie walked over to the body and lifted up his head.

The familiar face was Joan Bletcher, whom I had just seen in the hospital records not long ago.

She blinked and scanned the blood on the body. It should have been stabbed to death with a sharp object. The blood had dried up long ago, and the person must have been dead for at least 8 hours.

Is this guy dead? Wasn't his body cleaned up? Who killed him? Was it a gang robbing gang?

Valerie turned on the scanner and walked around the doctor's room.

The mess on the floor looked like a home robbery. It truly is Gotham City, a city of harmonious neighborhoods.

But Valerie also had an unexpected gain. She picked up a familiar keypad phone on the ground.

Red and shatter-resistant shell, retro button phone.

She probably understood who was doing the deal with Bletcher...

...

The Sionis Steel Plant is located in the northwest of the old city. It is one of the ancestral industries of the Sionis Family, one of the four major families in Gotham.

But today, this steel plant is more important as a tool for gangs to launder money than smelting iron.

Roman Sionis, wearing a white suit, was sitting in the boss chair in the office on the top floor of the steel plant, staring at two packets of white powder on the table in a daze.

Just a week ago, a madman suddenly appeared and not only forced him to kill his lover, but also robbed him of his wealth that he had accumulated through half a lifetime of arson, murder, looting, smuggling and drug trafficking.

The bastard also took away his gang, made his former men abuse him, and nearly killed him.

Fortunately, there were still some people in the gang who were still loyal to Sionis and rescued him at the steel mill.

But what made his blood pressure soar was that rumors about his death were spreading like wildfire, and his own prestige had suffered a great blow.

As one of Gotham's once most influential bosses, Sionis dared not expose himself directly to the sun under such circumstances, otherwise his former enemies would rush up like sharks smelling blood and tear him to pieces.

Especially the little guy named Sal Maroney who has risen recently. He originally wasn't even qualified to carry his shoes, but now he has almost completely replaced his position in Gotham, and it's only been less than three days!

The more Sionis thought about it, the angrier he became. He almost reached out his hand to the white noodles in front of him, but he held back.

He had seen the appearance of many people after taking this damn stuff. It would be fine to sell it for money, but it was not a good way to relieve stress.

"Someone come here." Sionis shouted outside the office. He wanted to discuss the next development of the organization.

There should be someone standing guard at the door, and logically there should be an immediate response.

This was indeed the case. When Sionis saw the door handle being pressed, he immediately turned around and put on a skull-like black mask, sitting like a gangster boss.

There was a sound of a door opening behind him, but Black Mask didn't even look at it. He wanted to maintain his status as the boss: "Go and call all the cadres over."

“That might not work.”

However, what reached Sionis' ears was a cool sound that he had never heard before.

8. Black Mask

"...!"

Black Mask wanted to loudly ask who this guy was, but this was not the emotion a gang leader should have.

He forced himself to keep his voice emotionless and said indifferently: "Where did they go?"

"All at their posts...sleeping."

Footsteps were heard, and Sionis could hear the woman approaching him. His palms began to sweat, but he still forced himself to keep the movement unchanged.

"You killed them?" Sionis' voice sounded as if he didn't care.

Valerie couldn't help but admire in her heart, this calm attitude was worthy of a powerful figure in Gotham.

"No, I was just sleeping, but I called the police." Valerie finally walked up to Black Mask and sat on the table in front of him.

"It's still a while before the police get here, and I have something I want to ask you."

Valerie's white pupils met the eyes behind Sionis' mask.

Black Mask stared into Valerie's eyes, while his mind was thinking faster than ever before.

How can he open his mouth so as not to anger this ominous woman while maintaining his dignity as a gang boss?

Sionis swallowed his saliva in a way that no one else would notice, and then he spoke after making sure his voice didn't tremble.

"If you want to ask questions, you should sit over there." Black Mask pointed with his chin to a sofa not far away.

Very good, he neither rejected her nor failed to issue the command that a master should have, and his tone was neither humble nor arrogant.

Black Mask thinks he is a genius.

Valerie secretly admired Sionis' aura. His emotions remained calm in this situation, which made people subconsciously want to respect this person.

But she still said, "It's OK here, just some minor problems."

She also wanted to learn how real big shots behave in their daily lives.

Sionis's little finger twitched. He felt very stressed about the woman sitting on the table in front of him, but he still resisted the urge to get up and run away.

He changed his posture, leaned back with a boss-like aura, and slowly leaned back into the chair: "So, what do you want to ask?"

“Do you know about dirty bombs?”

"Dirty bomb?"

Valerie handed the keypad phone she found at the deceased's home to Black Mask, on which was their chat history.

"You guys have been in touch, right? You want to buy a dirty bomb?"

The look in Sionis's eyes grew serious beneath his mask; he didn't remember having used this number recently.

Stolen?

"This is not me." He tried to keep his words brief and to sound competent as a superior. "You want this dirty bomb?"

Valerie put away her phone. "You've never done business with the smuggling gang? Is this phone just for contacting you?"

"I'm not interested in this kind of weapon, but if this is really the phone I gave to someone, then I have a way to track the person who contacted him." Black Mask's eyes flickered.

"Oh?" Valerie showed interest. "Can you tell me?"

Black Mask weighed the pros and cons in his mind.

The woman in front of him could deal with all his subordinates without him noticing, and she even walked right up to him. She was obviously not an ordinary person. If he could win her over...

But Sionis still planned to test it first: "Why should I tell you the clue of this thing?"

"You are less than two meters away from me now, and I can put this thing in your mouth in one second." Valerie took out a pistol from her pocket.

"Are you threatening me?" Because Sionis was still wearing a mask, Valerie couldn't see his gloomy face at all.

"I don't want things to come to this. You can choose to cooperate." Seeing that Black Mask had no reaction, Valerie admired his attitude of not fearing death and put away her gun.

“…Okay then.” Sionis sorted out his words. “I’m a businessman, and you seem worthy of being my friend.”

"You want to do me a favor?" Valerie understood what he meant.

"Gotham is a deep place, and I already have enough enemies." Black Mask put a key on the table. "There is a signal base station at the side door of the steel plant, which can track all the mobile phone numbers that communicate with my exclusive mobile phone."

Valerie nodded and took the key: "Okay, I owe you one."

"That's not necessary. I'd rather make friends with you."

"I hope not." Valerie has no good feelings towards drug dealers.

Sionis was choked. This woman was so disrespectful to him.

Valerie jumped off the table and passed Sionis, who was sitting in a chair.

Although Theonis should theoretically ignore this woman as if he didn't care and remain in a superior position, Black Mask couldn't help but look back.

However, when he turned around, he saw nothing. The office was still empty and there was no one.

"..."

After looking around to make sure there was no one around, Sionis wanted to lie down and rest for a while, but the restlessness in his heart was burning his heart.

That crazy lunatic, those damn traitors, and that rude woman just now!

Ben thought he could endure anything in order to make a comeback, but Sionis was angrier than ever.

I am Roman Sionis, the Black Mask who makes Gotham tremble!

How dare you...how dare you look down on me like this!

In anger, he picked up the flour on the table and threw it to the ground.

……

Miss V successfully found the signal base station and opened the door with the key given by Black Mask. Valerie saw a triangular transmitter that looked like a box at a glance.