I, V, Gotham Legend

14. Poison gas

Batman watched Valerie in silence as she left his sight. He was about to go back and clean up the scene, but at this moment, Valerie came back.

The blue-haired mercenary ignored Batman's puzzled look, walked to a closet, and carried out a girl.

"It's okay, the bad uncle has been punished." Miss V hugged the girl and comforted her softly, then slowly returned the same way.

"V..." Batman wanted to say something, but Valerie interrupted him.

"Don't forget my money." Then she left the room with the child.

This time, she didn't come back.

……

After the little girl finally recovered, Valerie took her home and then drove towards the middleman's bar.

Even though the Mad Hatter was dead, she didn't plan to go back to the base. She figured out one thing.

The longer you stay in Gotham, the more acquaintances or enemies you will have.

It would be best to build a base that only you know about, just like Batman or the group of smugglers. Fortunately, Valerie has the ability to accomplish this goal alone.

Until she can figure out how and where to build the new secret base, Valerie will have to bother the middleman for a few more days.

At the same time, Valerie sent a text message to Siwa, briefly explaining the situation of the dirty bomb.

A guy named The Riddler delivers a dirty bomb to a group of terrorists.

She will still pay attention to the whereabouts of the dirty bomb, but she does not intend to return it to the League of Assassins. It is better to give it to Batman than to this group of chuunibyou.

The night in Gotham was as dim and bright as ever. The neon lights all over the streets solved the regret of no moonlight, but the sunny day did not last the whole day as hoped.

Valerie's car drove through Coventry, ending another day for the mercenary...

……

Gotham Company is located in the northeast of the new city. Although it has always been a high-tech product company in the past, it is more famous for food production. Its most famous product is the cocktail.

But just the day before yesterday, when the Joker broke into the Blackgate Prison, Gotham Corporation also made a breakthrough in its latest energy research.

The big boss Phils Boyle used the results of this research to attract a large amount of sponsorship for the company, and even gained the appreciation of Gotham's richest man, Bruce Wayne.

Boyle himself is also a great philanthropist. In addition to the necessary research funds for the company, he also donated most of the company's profits to welfare organizations in Gotham, and he is likely to take away Wayne's title of the number one philanthropist in one fell swoop.

It is said that in order to praise Boyle's contribution, Bruce Wayne will hold a fundraiser for him at Wayne Manor.

……

The lights in Gotham have basically been turned off. Even in a metropolis that never sleeps, there has to be a time to rest.

Finally, it was four o'clock and it was time to change shifts. Dantes walked to the security room of Gotham Company.

Ever since he survived the Joker that night, Dantes gave up being a gangster. He used all his connections to find a job as a security guard in this popular company.

Although the salary was not as good as when he worked under Black Mask, it was still relatively decent. Dantes was very satisfied with this serious new job.

After receiving the news that he had passed the interview yesterday, Dantes was so excited that he couldn't sleep the whole night. But when he really sat in the security room today, he felt sleepy instead.

The respectability that Dantes pursued made him not want to slack off at work, so he planned to go outside the security room to get some fresh air, thinking that the cold weather in late winter could help him wake up.

Lighting up a rather high-end cigarette, Dantes looked at the skyscrapers reaching into the sky and marveled at the beauty of Gotham.

I have been working as a gangster for the past few years and I am used to fighting and committing crimes. But now that I have finally become a decent person, I feel a sense of relaxation that I have never felt before.

This is also the first time I appreciate this city so much.

Dantes sat on the steps, maintaining a decent posture, enjoying the peaceful time.

Just then, he noticed someone approaching in the distance.

It is already four o'clock in the morning. As it is winter, there is no sign of dawn yet, but it is normal for people to go out on the streets at this time.

But these people were dressed strangely and were walking towards Gotham Corporation with a clear purpose, which forced Dantes, who was a security guard, to pay special attention.

Seeing these people approaching, Dantes immediately called out to them: "Stop, what are you doing?"

The men stopped, and Dantès was finally able to see their attire.

They were wearing black airtight raincoats, gas masks on their faces, and their limbs were hidden under their clothes.

There was only the leader, who was wearing a mask that looked like it was made of straw and carrying a rectangular box that was about the size of a pillow.

These people were dressed very abnormally, and Dantes immediately took out a pistol from his pocket.

"What are you doing? This is Gotham."

"You're scared." The leader suddenly rushed in front of Dantes, and the lifeless black lenses of the straw mask were close to his eyes.

"Hold still!" cried Dantes, stepping back and firing a warning shot into the air.

Fortunately, this is America, and even security guards are allowed to carry weapons.

The Scarecrow merely smiled, opened the box, and pointed it at Dantes.

Before Dantes could see what was in the box, a white spray gushed out of the box and submerged Dantes.

"Ahem, what is this..."

Dantes was caught off guard and inhaled a nose full of spray, which made him cough. He waved his arms subconsciously, trying to drive away the smoke.

But when he finally could see his surroundings clearly, he found himself standing in a body of water.

The scarecrow standing in front of him had an ominous red light in his eyes, and the straw mask was distorted in his vision, as if the devil was smiling eerily.

The electric current coiled around the scarecrow's body, and a sharp laugh rang in Dantes' ears.

He seemed to be back to that day, sitting helplessly on the electric chair, waiting helplessly for an undignified death.

The air was distorting, and he seemed to see countless pale faces approaching him with ear-to-ear grins.

A bunch of pale hands with purple sleeves stretched out from the water under my feet, holding my trouser legs, and circles of electric current surrounded me.

“No…no! Help, ahhhh!”

Dantes screamed and no longer had the courage to shoot. He tried to turn around and run away, but was immediately tripped by the stairs and fell to the ground.

He felt the electric current crawling up his body, and he seemed to feel a terrifying voltage running through his body.

The fear that went straight to the root of his being made him roll on the ground, and he wanted to escape from the puddle.

But there's water everywhere, there's electricity everywhere, and there are clowns everywhere.

"Ah ...

Looking at the security guard rolling on the ground, the Scarecrow's voice sounded joyful.

"I told you, you're scared."

15. Fear

As soon as the sky brightened in the morning, an explosive news spread throughout Gotham.

A mysterious criminal organization attacks Gotham Corporation and steals the company's confidential research.

In recent days, Gotham Corporation has been at its peak in public opinion, and the company's chairman is also very prestigious among the people. Such a company was robbed at this time, and the impact of this incident even overshadowed the fall of Blackgate two days ago.

Newly appointed Police Commissioner Jim Gordon reacted quickly and took over the case personally, assuring the citizens of Gotham that there would be an explanation soon.

Gotham Corporation was attacked in the early morning. There were not many people left in the company at the time, but they all went crazy at the same time.

Gordon personally came into contact with one of the victims, who was lying on the ground, his body twitching as if he was being electrocuted.

The others were in an even worse state. They saw Gordon as if he were a monster, and would scream as soon as he approached them.

These people appear to have taken hallucinogenic drugs and have been taken for blood tests.

It was just dawn at this time, and the police were busy inside and outside Gotham Corporation.

Gordon leaned against the street lamp and rubbed his eyes with his thumb and index finger to relieve the fatigue.

Super crimes happened one after another, and it seemed like all the troublesome things appeared at the same time in the past few days...

……

Today in Gotham, it is a gray day as usual.

Valerie walked downstairs with a stern face, and as expected, she saw the familiar face of an Asian woman.

"Good morning, you're not dead yet." Valerie greeted Siva warmly.

Ms. Siwa's arms, tucked into her coat, were still bandaged, and her long hair was braided and tied on the side of her head, which seemed to be a very dangerous hairstyle.

"Have you found any results on the whereabouts of the dirty bomb?" Shiva ignored Valerie's polite greeting.

"Edward Nygma gave the dirty bomb to a group of terrorists. He didn't say who it was, but I guess it was anarchists." Valerie sat in the chair next to Siwa. "Also, I told Batman about this."

Shiva raised his eyebrows. "I don't think telling other unrelated people about the commission is what a good mercenary should do."

"Don't take yourself too seriously." Valerie waved to the bartender, "I was commissioned by the middleman to protect Gotham. You are just a related person."

Siwa's eyebrows almost shrank into a ball, but he still turned it into a helpless sigh: "So what are you going to do next? It sounds like you don't plan to return the dirty bomb to us."

"If this wasn't Malone's bar, I'd even want to beat you up right here."

"Okay, Miss V." Siwa stood up, "I already fully understand that you don't welcome me, so we'll see each other later."

"In the future?" Valerie looked up in confusion.

"Gotham is a sinful city. The great devil will attack here sooner or later. I am just a pawn of the Assassin's League." Siwa turned around and walked out of the house. "We will meet again sooner or later."

“…” Valerie was silent.

Shiva pushed the door open with his shoulder.

At present, being targeted by both V and Batman, the dirty bomb is out of reach for the League of Assassins, and they can only maintain control over the underground one first.

Just as Shiva walked out the door and was still thinking about what to do next, she suddenly felt a small hand patting her shoulder.

"?" Shiva turned around in confusion and looked at Valerie who called her.

Then, a heavy punch hit Siva's face with such force that Siva flew backwards like a stone, drawing an elegant arc in the air, and then fell on the sidewalk across the street, motionless.

Valerie was sure that her punch would not kill the guy, and the guy was probably just fainted.

"I feel much better now." Valerie breathed out.

She turned back to the bar, intending to finish the drink she had just ordered.

……

Similar to Blackgate Prison, Arkham Asylum was also built on an island far from land.

Harleen Quinzel was walking through the corridors of the asylum, carrying a stack of documents.

Arkham Asylum officially opened yesterday. Although it has not been fully rebuilt yet, the partially restored area is large enough to hold the first batch of prisoners.

Harleen had just finished interviewing some criminals. Because the facilities of Arkham Asylum were not yet complete and dangerous criminals like the Joker had not been transferred here, the criminals currently imprisoned here were those who were not major problems.

Having said that, the people above still assigned a lot of work to Harlin. They believed that as a doctor of psychology, Miss Quinzel should take on more important responsibilities.

Sometimes, Harin really hates her own excellence.

I thought the workload would be lighter after I switched from Heimen...

Harlin walked through another corridor and saw the chief physician's office.

Harlin has met Dr. Jonathan Klein. Although he has a dull personality, he is really handsome and maybe they can become her boyfriend.

Harlin took a deep breath and knocked on the office door. After receiving permission, she pushed the door open and walked in.

The shy, long-haired handsome boy was sitting on the sofa, holding an orange kitten in his arms.

"Dr. Klein, this is the patient's file." Harlin placed the file on the desk beside her, then looked at Klein in surprise.

"This cat is..."

"It suddenly appeared in my office. It must have climbed in through the window." Klein stroked the cat's head.

"I didn't know that doctors like animals." Harlin smiled slightly.

"I'm not afraid of cats, but they are afraid of me." Klein said this without landing.

However, as an excellent psychologist, Harlin could understand that Klein might have thought about it for a long time before answering me.