I, V, Gotham Legend

Valerie could have dodged them all or taken them head-on, since they couldn't do much damage to her anyway, but she still used the policeman hanging on the knife as a shield to perfectly catch every bullet.

Valerie's pills were very powerful. Unlike the previous needle-shaped pneumatic syringes, this medicine could continuously and slowly restore life. But even so, it could not withstand being riddled with bullets like raindrops.

The policeman was beaten into pieces, his remains slipped from Valerie's knife, and despair was frozen on his head, which was covered with tears, snot and blood.

Valerie walked out of the paused rain of bullets unharmed, even her clothes were not dirty, like a demon from hell.

She swung the cocktail stick to shake off the blood.

"So, you were the ones who killed this guy, right?" Valerie was careful to avoid the minced meat on the ground and moved closer to the penguin thugs that surrounded her.

The thugs retreated immediately in fear. They still pointed their guns at Valerie, but the muzzles of their guns were shaking like reeds in the wind.

"What a bunch of thugs! They brutally killed civil servants in this city!" Valerie accused the group of people righteously.

"Don't come near me, ahhhhh!" Finally, someone couldn't hold on any longer, dropped his gun and ran away.

However, he had just run a few steps when he stumbled and fell to the ground, but everyone knew that this guy did not fall because he was tripped by something.

There was a dagger stuck in the back of his head.

Valerie waved her hand and the dagger returned to her hand.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you all. Someone needs to spread the word about the consequences of provoking me." Valerie continued to stroll leisurely.

The thugs realized that this guy wanted to kill a large number of people first and then consider who to release.

"Fuck... I'll fight you!!"

Several thugs standing in the front row tacitly dropped their guns, pulled out daggers from their pockets, and rushed towards Valerie.

But the other minions could see that the blue-haired woman in front of the charging thugs just flashed and appeared behind them.

Then the heads of the thugs who were still charging flew up like champagne bottle caps as the blood gushed out.

Valerie performed a sword dance gracefully.

"Help!!!"

It was as if something invisible was cut off, and the thugs, who had an absolute numerical advantage, began to flee crying.

Didn’t you ask us to set fire and carry out massacre?

Didn’t they say this woman doesn’t kill people?

This is different from what we agreed!!

Valerie started killing again after a long time, exhaled a suppressed breath, pulled out her gun, and shot the lucky guy at random.

...

Bruce left the venue immediately after the Armored Man attacked the stage and reached the Batcave through the secret room in the wine cellar.

The Batcave was once demolished by uninvited guests on Christmas Eve, and then there was the Scarecrow incident, so it has not been properly repaired.

After changing into his battle suit, Batman wanted to return the same way, but the door of the secret room, which was supposed to open automatically after his identity was verified, did not respond.

Batman tried to contact Alfred, but got no response. If there weren't other people around him, he might have been held hostage by the thugs.

In any case, the situation is very urgent now. Batman changed the contact person to Valerie and used both hands to grab the door of the secret room.

"Hello? Lao Lai?"

What Valerie calls Batman evolves.

"What's the situation now?" Batman asked as he tried to pry the door open.

"I can't say, but at least I have it under control... Hey!... These thugs don't seem to be invading from just one direction." There seemed to be a war on Valerie's side, and Batman heard gunshots and screams.

"What are you doing?" Batman's tone darkened.

"Self-defense." Valerie said no more.

Batman finally pried open the tightly closed door of the secret room, and flames rushed to his eyes.

It looks like the Penguin's men set fire to this place, and the electrical wires may have been burned out, no wonder there is no response.

"Where's Boyle?" Batman asked Valerie as he rushed into the sea of ​​fire with his cape covering his mouth and nose.

"I don't know. He ran away very quickly, but the armored man should have caught him, right?"

Valerie's screams continued.

"Are you killing someone?" Batman couldn't help it.

"No, I was acting in self-defense. These thugs brutally killed a poor policeman. You haven't seen the policeman's body. I couldn't bear to look at it."

"They can't hurt you at all. You are killing people."

"Okay, okay, I'm killing people, you wanna catch me first? Superhero?" The sound of gunfire from Valerie's side stopped temporarily, and Batman could even hear cries for mercy.

"I have to find Boyle first. He is the main target of these thugs. You should also put down what you are doing first. You obviously have a lot of ways."

"No, you seem to have made a mistake. I am not accepting your commission this time. They provoked me, so I am making them pay the price." This time, Valerie was not as obedient as usual. "Please remember, this time is different from the last time at the Royal Hotel. I don't owe you anything."

"I'll stop you." Batman had already made his way through the burning wine cellar.

"You should stop that armored old man first." There was a sound of something heavy falling to the ground from Valerie's side. She seemed to have dropped something. "Also, your butler and guests have been held hostage. Do you need me to rescue them?"

"No, I don't need you." Batman said coldly.

"Okay, I knew it." Valerie hung up the phone.

NO34. Torture

Blood stained the frosted floor red, and Valerie let go of the two people farthest from her.

Valerie was in a bad mood because the conversation with Batman didn't go well.

She really didn't understand. These thugs were clearly willing to kill without blinking an eye. So what was there worth letting go?

Valerie stepped on the blood on the ground, feeling the sticky sensation.

Kill without blinking an eye... I am the same...

Although Valerie herself no longer cared about it, she didn't know if that guy would use this as an excuse not to pay.

Valerie took steps back and forth slowly, and finally stamped her feet in anxiety.

I actually care so much about Batman's opinion. Valerie finally understands what it means that the one who owes money is the boss.

"Let's go save Ah Fu, hope we can regain some favor." Valerie grunted and ran deeper into the manor.

……

After blowing up the wall, Richie led a small group of Penguin thugs into the villa through the gap, and saw an empty corridor in front of them.

The luxurious wooden floor is covered with a carpet, and there are vases and other decorations on both sides of the corridor.

According to the information provided by the insider, Wayne's wine cellar is to the right of this corridor, and the restaurant should be found to the left.

Although theoretically there should be a lot of good things in the wine cellar, it should have been burned down by this time, right?

Richie held a gun and led his men towards the restaurant.

If you make it in time, you can still loot some things before the mission is completed.

But before they took a few steps, Richie suddenly felt something rolling under his feet.

Looking down, what came into view was a grayish-white spherical object.

Before he could study it, the sphere suddenly exploded, and the smoke gushing out of the sphere instantly engulfed the team.

"Ahem! What's going on?"

"Is it cigarettes?"

"Boom! Boom!"

The thugs around him were in chaos because of the sudden change. They couldn't see anything in front of them. Everyone was shouting and making a lot of noise, and they couldn't even tell the direction.

Richie looked around frantically with the gun in his hand. A familiar premonition made him pace uneasily in the smoke.

"Clap."

There was a sound of something falling to the ground, followed by a sound of something breaking through the air and the painful screams of his men.

Curses of fear, the colliding of flesh, wails of pain, these sounds echoed in Richie's ears at the same time.

However, Richie could not see anything. He was holding his M16 helplessly in what should have been a chaotic environment.

"Snapped."

Richie suddenly bumped into a hard body, and then he felt his collar being lifted up.

A pair of emotionless white eyes stared at Richie through the smoke, his arms as tight as a machine gun.

When the smoke cleared, Richie discovered in despair that all his men had fallen to the ground.

This bat man was like a ghost, suddenly appearing after a puff of smoke.

"Where's Alfred?!" Batman yelled at Richie.

"I don't know... I, I just came in..." Richie sounded innocent. He was so scared that his gun dropped to the ground.

"What are you doing here?!" Batman lifted Richie up and held Richie's neck tightly with his palm.

"I...I..." The feeling of suffocation with his neck being held tightly made Richie feel painful, but he was still able to speak.

Seeing that Richie was unwilling to cooperate, Batman raised his other fist.

"It's Mr. Freeze... Brother Freeze wants to talk to Boyle, we are just here to help." Richie shouted immediately.

"Is Mr. Freeze your leader? What is he doing with Boyle?!"

"I don't know... I don't know! That guy suddenly came to the boss to discuss cooperation! Oh my God... That's all I know!" Richie was scared.

"What did he promise the Penguin?" Batman asked.

"Weapon, it must be a weapon!" Richie didn't even have time to make up a lie. The suffocation and fear made him just want the bat to go away quickly.

"What weapon?"

As soon as Batman asked the question, he noticed that the other end of the corridor behind him was blown open.

A man wearing armor, carrying a backpack and holding a gun as big as a water pipe in his hand walked out.

"Rich, you're here? You seem to be in some trouble?" The armored man pointed the gun barrel at Batman.

The barrel of the gun condensed energy, and even from a distance, Batman could feel the chill from it.

He shouldn't be Mr. Freeze... I see, is this the weapon of the trade?

Batman understood the situation, so Richie was useless. He threw the thug against the wall, knocking him unconscious.

Just at this moment, a stream of cold water gushed out.

……

The Wayne Manor library is as old as the mansion itself, but neither is as old as the collections inside.

Unlike ordinary libraries, the library has bookshelves hanging on every wall, and the three-story high bookshelves are filled with books.

The gorgeously dressed celebrities of Gotham City were kneeling in the middle of the library hall, all of them with their hands on their heads, looking embarrassed.

After the armored man attacked here, they immediately fled outside the manor, but before they escaped from the corridor, they ran into another group of Penguin thugs who broke in through the wall.

Now this group of former celebrities are gathered together and guarded by armed thugs around them.

"Hurry up, the boss wants to burn this place down, and we only have about half an hour." A thug threw the bag he was carrying into the hands of the person standing in front of the bookshelf.

"Boss, why do you hate Wayne so much?" the thug who took the bag asked as he stuffed the decorative vase into the bag.

Before burning the place down, they wanted to loot as much treasure as possible.

"According to the boss, it was the Wayne family that destroyed the Cobblepot family."

"Oh, I've heard that the Cobblepot family was once the pillar of Gotham!" the thug shouted while ransacking the bookshelf.

He pulled out a scroll of bamboo slips.

"What is this? Just a row of broken boards?" He curled his lips and threw the bamboo slips to the ground.

The old butler Alfred, who was squatting on the ground with his head in his hands, finally couldn't hold it in any longer: "That's an ancient book from two thousand years ago!"