I, V, Gotham Legend

"Stop pretending. Your acting is worse than your butler's." Valerie approached Bruce, "He should have told you, right?"

This afternoon, Bruce heard from Alfred that V had been to Wayne Manor. Just as he was rushing back, he received news that V had left.

According to Afu, V came to him for wages.

"I don't understand what you're talking about." Bruce shook his head.

He had never told V his true identity, so when he heard Ah Fu say that V already knew his identity, he just felt it was difficult.

"How long are you going to keep denying me money? Billions, lots of it!" Valerie stretched out her hand to Bruce.

After returning home, Valerie thought about it carefully and decided to reject Afu's commission. However, money is still very important. Valerie asked Afu for an invitation letter to directly participate in this fundraising event.

If this guy refuses to pay again, don't blame Miss V for being ruthless.

She was going to scold him severely in front of all the guests at the fundraiser!

Bruce finally realized the futility of struggling: "How did you know? Because of the sound?"

He had been recognized by Bane once because of his voice.

"Anyway...it's just a bunch of reasoning that you can't understand." Although Miss V is always silly, she still knows to conceal her identity as a time traveler.

Can it see through things? Read minds? Or hack my system?

Bruce's eyes were sharp and his thoughts were turbulent.

V still has many secrets hidden by her, and we must understand her background so that we can be prepared for countermeasures when hostile situations may arise.

While the two were still confronting each other, a beautiful blonde suddenly came in from behind Valerie: "Hey! You're here! Mr. Wayne."

Valerie knew her, Gotham's most popular media personality, Vicki Vale.

"Is she the new girl you met? Darling?" Vicky addressed Bruce in a very affectionate way.

She calls everyone that.

"Don't make trouble, I don't like men." Valerie waved her hand.

"Then I think a lot of gentlemen will be beating their chests and stamping their feet... Wait..." Vicki suddenly approached Valerie, her eyes lit up, "I've seen you before, you're the lady who defeated the Clayface, right?"

"Ah? Oh..." Valerie remembered that this was the female reporter who was broadcasting live in a helicopter in the sky when she was fighting the Clayface Man.

"Can I interview you? Don't worry, it won't waste much time. There are many people in Gotham who are interested in the heroes who protect their city." Vicky approached Valerie very enthusiastically.

"hero?"

Valerie was taken away by the enthusiastic Miss Vicky, and Wayne, who had been being harassed for debt, was finally relieved.

But Bruce finally has to think carefully about paying the money. This time he just went to collect the debt, but next time he might go to demand the salary with armed force.

A podium has been set up in the lobby of the main building of Wayne Manor, where someone will award Boyle an honor to reward his contributions to charity.

This fundraiser will also focus on charity, and a foundation will monitor Boyle's financial direction to ensure that donations will not be embezzled.

If it had been a clean energy fundraiser as originally planned, Boyle would have been entitled to pocket more than half of the donations.

Valerie was pulled aside by Vicky and asked a few questions in a daze. She would not refuse the interview as it would not affect anything.

When she finished the interview, the award ceremony for Boyle had just begun. An old man dressed in a formal manner came on stage and gave a speech with a smile on his face.

The speech was boring, so Valerie got into the crowd and moved between the butler Alfu and Wayne.

"You really donated all your money to dogs." Valerie said to Bruce.

"At least he does give money." Bruce maintained a polite smirk.

"Really? I guess it's probably a money laundering trick..."

During her mercenary career, Valerie had heard from colleagues and some employers that if they donated three million to a welfare organization and claimed to the outside world that they had donated ten million, they could pocket seven million in public funds.

Bruce didn't reply, but he probably had the same feeling.

"And from what I've observed..." Valerie narrowed her eyes at the old man on the stage, "This guy doesn't look like a good person. He might have been busy killing people before coming to you..."

"Gotham needs more wealthy people willing to share their wealth, and the fundraiser can serve as a role model." Bruce interrupted Valerie. He didn't intend to talk too much about it.

NO32. Made a big mistake

Boyle's long and boring speech was at its most passionate part, but Valerie felt it was boring and wanted to leave.

Just then, she suddenly noticed a person in the corner at the edge of the stage.

"You also called the police?" Valerie asked Wayne with a frown.

"Are you talking about those people in the corner? They should be hired by the etiquette company." Alfred looked in the direction of Valerie's gaze.

It is impossible for Alfred to do everything himself. This kind of person should be a staff member invited in after layers of outsourcing.

"Is he a policeman?" Valerie asked again.

Valerie knew the guy in the corner. He had been in cahoots with Black Mask's men and had given her a hard time at the Royal Hotel.

"Maybe he's a security guard or something?" The old butler nodded: "It's very common in Gotham for police officers to work part-time."

Valerie had an uneasy feeling that this was not going to be that simple.

"Didn't you check his criminal record? This guy has colluded with gangs."

"In Gotham, everyone has some connection with the gang." Alfred stated the helpless fact.

The policeman dressed as security suddenly squatted under the stage, making it impossible to see what he was doing.

Valerie moved slowly toward that side, moving through the crowd. She wanted to get closer to see what the guy was doing.

The crowd around her suddenly burst into applause, causing Valerie to stop subconsciously.

It turned out that Boyle on the stage finally finished his speech. The dark-skinned host with a healthy smile came on stage.

"Thank you Mr. Boyle for your wonderful speech. Gotham will also remember the contributions that Gotham Corporation has made to its citizens."

The host was very good at controlling the situation and her speech was very emotional, but the atmosphere at the scene became cold.

It was a cold scene in the physical sense. Valerie saw a layer of white frost forming on the smooth tile stage at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Let's move on to..." The host seemed to sense that the temperature was not right. She wanted to maintain her professionalism and continue speaking, but it seemed too cold.

"Did you forget to pay the heating bill, Bruce?" She rubbed her arms with a stiff smile, trying to tease as humorously as possible.

"boom!"

The wall behind the host suddenly exploded, and the impact was so strong that she was thrown off the stage.

But what burst into the hall from behind the ruins of the wall was not flames, but thorny crystals that reflected the light.

The temperature was extremely low, even colder than outside, and the celebrities inside were stunned by the sudden change of environment.

"Boom!"

The crystals were shattered as if they had been hit hard, and gem-like ice cubes even smashed into the crowd.

"squeak--"

With a mechanical sound, a man dressed in heavy white armor slowly walked into the room from behind the broken wall.

"Where's Phils Boyle?!" This was the first sentence the person who walked in shouted.

The armored man shouted as he raised his right arm, revealing a gun as thick as a water pipe tied to the door.

A stream of blue water spurted out of the gun, shooting into the crowd and quickly freezing.

The armored man moved his arms, and the water flow froze the dignitaries into ice cubes as he moved.

An iceberg quickly appeared in the room.

The crowd finally reacted and they screamed and fled.

Valerie looked back and saw that neither Wayne nor Boyle was gone.

He runs pretty fast.

The crowd had not run far when the ceiling suddenly exploded, and broken tiles and beams fell onto the expensive carpet.

Strong winds blew into the room. Outside the ceiling, several helicopters were suspended, just like in a spy movie, and a group of people slid down the cableway.

They were all dressed simply, but some of them wore hoods like gangsters, with white patterns on their masks.

He is the Penguin's subordinate.

They laughed and chased after the celebrities who used to be high and mighty.

Valerie was thinking on the spot whether to get involved in this matter or leave here as if it had nothing to do with her.

She felt that she had worked with Batman enough, and this was Batman's base after all, so he should be able to handle it smoothly on his own.

Of course, giving money is another matter.

"It's her! It's her!" At this moment, Valerie suddenly heard a familiar and disgusting voice.

It was the policeman dressed as a security guard, pointing at himself with a crazy look on his face.

"She was the one who broke the boss's eye!"

The armored man holding the ice spear glanced at Valerie, but didn't react much. He just walked past her and chased after the fleeing crowd.

However, many of the Penguin Man's men broke in here and surrounded them with unfriendly looks.

"Catch her, the boss will definitely reward you handsomely!" The policeman's face was full of greed, but he was still smart enough to hide behind the crowd.

Although they had heard that this woman was very powerful, they had also heard that she was a knight like Batman and did not kill people, which gave the group of thugs the confidence to challenge her.

Some people even opened fire.

The policeman hid behind a burly man in a brown cotton jacket, planning to shoot him from behind. He should be able to claim the reward then.

But just as he was about to tighten his grip on the weapon, he found that the sturdy man in front of him suddenly fell to the ground.

The head that was originally wearing the penguin mask was missing, and blood was spurting out of the broken neck like a fountain.

when…

Before he could react, a pink blade pierced through his stomach.

The intense pain from his internal organs being cut made him lose his strength for a moment, his weapon fell to the ground, and he couldn't help but want to scream.

But before he could scream, a small hand covered his mouth, and he felt something like a pill being forced into his mouth by the hand.

"Are you an undercover agent planted by the Penguin in the police force?" Valerie rested her chin on his shoulder and slowly stirred the samurai sword with her right hand like twisting a bottle cap.

"Ah! Ouch!" The severe pain and fear made the police tremble.

"Don't worry, you won't die. The pills I gave you will continue to restore your life." Valerie's tone was erratic, "I'm not a person who likes to abuse others, but I remember I told you, right? I already remember you."

At the door of the Royal Hotel, the policeman tried to molest Valerie by taking advantage of his position. After being beaten up by Valerie, he threatened that if he heard any bad rumors, she would come to him to question him.

"You seem to have underestimated me and didn't take my warning seriously at all. Now I don't want you to die too easily."

Valerie's knife rotated in the policeman's stomach like a screwdriver, and blood flowed out of the wound, but the wound quickly recovered due to the effect of Valerie's medicine, and then was immediately cut open again.

The policeman screamed and cried, his tears flowing like a flood.

This crazy woman is different from what was rumored...

"You made a big mistake." Valerie stood up and said to the others who were stunned. "You let me join the game before I was commissioned because of a personal vendetta."

NO33. Mode

The headless corpse lying on the ground was still gushing blood, and the police officer who finally released his mouth was wailing in pain.

The visually impactful scene stunned all the remaining gangsters.

"No... don't be afraid, she's alone!" As if to give himself courage, a thug shouted out the standard minnow lines.

Valerie raised the cocktail stick in her hand, and the burning pink samurai sword easily moved the policeman's body, lifting him up like an umbrella.

Following Valerie's action, the penguin thugs were frightened and took a step back.

The policeman looked helplessly at the broken ceiling, wailing as he put his hands on the blade that emerged from his stomach, trying to pull himself down, but his internal organs were pierced and he had no strength left in his body.

"Shoot...shoot!" Unable to bear the depressing atmosphere, a thug screamed and opened fire.

Valerie put the police officer in front of her, and the bullet from the rifle went through the police officer's body, hit Valerie's clothes with blood, and then bounced off.

The thugs were so frightened that they retreated while firing wildly, with bullets raining down like heavy rain.