I, V, Gotham Legend

Victor turned his head in the direction of the voice and saw Valerie sitting next to him with her legs crossed.

"Let me ask you again, do you want to cooperate with me?" Valerie smiled, without any sign of pain or blood loss on her face.

Victor's cold heart was filled with shock. As for artificial prostheses, he had only seen prosthetic limbs and had never thought that even nerves could be replaced, let alone that current technology could do it.

Hope is rekindled, maybe Nora can be saved...

But Victor still asked cautiously: "What do you want me to do?"

"To be honest, I only know that my entire body has been transformed by prosthetics, but I can never make something like prosthetics." Valerie sighed helplessly, "It's like the world has stopped me."

"You can't do it?" Victor felt like a bucket of cold water was poured on his heart.

"It's like there's some critical point, and as long as I cross it, I'll have a bright future, but I can't see where that point is... That's why I came to find you."

"You think...I can do it?"

"It's just cooperation. If we study together, we can avoid detours." Valerie leaned back against the wall.

"Why not look for that bat?" Victor asked the question that concerned him most.

“…” Valerie fell silent.

The night before, when Mr. Freeze attacked Wayne Manor, Valerie accidentally broke into the Batcave. Out of curiosity, she secretly took a look at the Batcomputer with the data cable on her wrist.

Later, she saw more than forty battle plans targeting her in the computer's archives.

Although she had always had a premonition, it was only this time that Valerie truly realized that he didn't trust her at all.

"He and I are not the same..." Valerie skipped the topic and said, "I'll ask you one last time. I want to cooperate. Do you want to cooperate?"

"..."

Victor pondered, feeling his heart beating with the cold blood.

……

"Mr. Victor Fries? It's time for the consultation!" In the afternoon, Harleen Quinzel, who had just returned from vacation, pushed a cart and came to the frozen cell.

But when she opened the door, she saw only a narrow room that had been completely cleared out, with even the floor wiped clean.

"Uh...Mr. Fries?" Harlin leaned against the door, feeling sad that her year-end bonus was about to slip away from her.

……

Malone finished his work at the orphanage for the day and returned to his house on the second floor of the bar.

Because it is often very noisy downstairs, he usually doesn't come back here, but in recent days, Valerie has been staying here, so he often comes back for dinner.

But when he returned here today, he only saw a spotlessly clean room without a trace of human presence.

There was a black card on the table with an envelope underneath it.

The black card was from Gotham City Bank. He skipped the card and opened the envelope directly.

The messy words read Valerie's farewell. She said she was going to set up a secret base that no one knew about. There was at least 400,000 yuan in the card, and she thanked the middleman for taking care of her over the past few days.

"This is really..." The middleman rubbed his eyes and smiled tiredly but relievedly, "A secret base, what a kid..."

Having a bank card means that even the most troublesome identity issue has been solved. It seems that I am really not needed anymore...

NO1. Miss V, a legal citizen

Today was a rare sunny day. Bruce Wayne walked to Wayne Manor, which had been burned to ruins. He pressed his hands against his eyes and looked at the busy construction workers.

It is already January, and although it is nominally spring, the wind in Gotham is still very cold.

"What a shame..." Alfred walked behind Bruce and looked out with him.

The three hundred year old building was destroyed in an instant. According to their estimation, it would take at least half a year to rebuild it.

"Bye bye, Alfred. We can take this opportunity to turn this place into a real fortress." Bruce was very casual. "And they built it very quickly."

In their sight, they could already see a frame being erected.

"Isn't it a bit too fast?" Ah Fu felt that something was not right. The construction had just started yesterday.

"Yo!" At this moment, a familiar and energetic voice sounded.

Bruce turned around in surprise and saw Valerie wearing a yellow helmet.

"You are..." Bruce didn't know what to say.

"Didn't you hire me to renovate the house?" Valerie laughed.

Bruce looked at Alfred suspiciously.

Ah Fu was responsible for recruiting the construction team.

"Ms. V...what are you doing?" However, Alfred was also confused. He saw a name tag on Valerie's bulging chest.

The three words "General Manager" were clearly written on it in Chinese, with a small English translation.

Valerie raised her proud little head and said, "Be careful with your attitude when you speak. Now, I am also the chairman of a large group."

At the end of last year, Valerie finally got an identity and a large sum of money from Batman. She excitedly registered a series of companies covering various industries for herself.

It can be said that she built a small super group worth billions (referring to the president's personal assets) with hundreds of (shell) companies under it, but currently only one employee.

In Gotham, one person can take the initiative to register a company, but most people choose to at least find a shareholder.

But on the other hand, V Group is the company with the highest average salary in the entire Gotham.

And this infrastructure company is also under her.

"I remember it wasn't you who signed the contract with me..." Alfred said with some embarrassment.

They knew that Valerie had set up a bunch of companies for fun, but they thought this guy was just having fun. Who would have thought that she would actually come out and contract the business?

"I talked to the fat guy, and he offered it to me. He's such a helpful senior." Valerie waved her hand, "After all, you know that helping you repair your house can earn you a lot of reputation."

"Did you threaten him?" Bruce's tone turned cold.

"What do you think I am? An idiot who acts without thinking?" Miss V was unhappy. "We were just talking. There was no violence."

Although a little hypnosis from the Mad Hatter was used, it was also a serious business negotiation.

"No matter what, we need to sign a new contract." Bruce's tone was stern.

"Okay, okay, I didn't bring the contract with me. Let's sign it tomorrow."

"Where are those people?" Bruce turned around and looked at the workers busy at the construction site.

"They are all temporary workers and can be fired at any time." The black-hearted boss Valerie smiled evilly, "But the salary is very high and the work is not busy."

Valerie could repair the entire manor in one night, but in order not to appear too exaggerated, she only secretly repaired a small part every day, working day and night with a few temporary workers.

Bruce nodded, approving of Valerie's approach.

"I believe that our billionaire owner will not be stingy in raising the wages of our workers who work diligently under the scorching sun," said Valerie, rubbing her scallion fingers.

Bruce felt it and found that the temperature was still very cool and not very sunny.

But these workers do work hard.

"Money is not a problem." Bruce nodded.

"Great!" Valerie patted Bruce on the shoulder like a good friend, then ran to the construction site and announced the good news of salary increase.

"It's really a pleasure that Miss V has found a decent job." Alfred was pleased looking at the cheering crowd.

"No..." Bruce couldn't laugh. "She is very persistent in being a mercenary. I don't think she will really give up."

"At least it's a good start." The old butler didn't care about that.

Valerie didn't stay at the construction site for long. After all, she was a "noble" contractor. After inspecting the site, she drove away.

In two hours, these workers will be off work. People who work in V Group, even if they are temporary workers, only work six hours a day.

After all, it was Valerie who did the real work herself.

In fact, this is not just for making money. Since Valerie knows that Batman has been secretly wanting to beat her up, she also wants to give him a little surprise personally.

This is called reciprocity.

Valerie took out a small card, and with a blink of her eyes, a string of numbers appeared on it.

Gotham does not have an ID card system. This is Valerie's driver's license. She can use this thing to see her personal panel, but she can only see the panel attributes.

The panel has a familiar layout and data, which is very close to that before the time travel. The highest is the technology of twenty, and the only change is the lowest one.

Valerie's IQ is as high as six!

She remembered clearly that her intelligence was only five before she traveled through time, but it has been upgraded!

In addition, there is the attribute panel at the very bottom. She remembered that before she traveled through time, there was just a mysterious mess of gibberish, but now there was "relic" written in purple English.

But no matter how hard Valerie tried, she couldn't open it.

Another strange thing is that she didn't see any assignable attributes, and how to upgrade these panels remains a mystery.

So Valerie thought about it with her brain, which had been upgraded to level six, and felt that the upgrade in intelligence might be related to her recent frequent use of the computer.

Therefore, Valerie began to try to use her other abilities more. Perhaps her skills, which were already level 20, could be further upgraded. Maybe she could even make a plasma spark tower by hand.

Valerie drove the Porsche into a small alley by the sea, then got out of the car and wandered around the hidden corners of Gotham.

Although Valerie is already a legal citizen and the chairman of a billion-dollar group, she still found such a secret base given the sensitive identity of her companion.

Finally, she followed the coastline and climbed up the outer wall of Gotham Hospital, waving a little.

A door appeared on the wall in front of her, and she walked through it into a secret room.

This used to be a transit point for a group of smugglers, but Valerie renovated it and built a direct entrance on the beach.

Unlike the last time she came here, Valerie felt a gust of cold air as soon as she entered the door, and the air was noticeably drier.

The blue-skinned old man was sitting at the table, writing something.

"You really don't want to go out for a walk?" Valerie picked up a bag of snacks and threw it next to Victor.

"The weather is getting hotter." Victor didn't say much.

Valerie looked at what he was drawing on the table, a diagram of a spine.

"You are really proactive. Is this feasible?" Valerie asked in surprise. She saw many ideas that she had only considered yesterday.

"The biggest challenge is the rejection reaction. Other issues are not something we should consider at this stage."

NO2. Paranoia

"Let me know if you need anything."

After chatting for a while, Valerie left Victor and walked to another desk covered with manuscripts.

Above is a design drawing of a space station.

The smugglers' base is just a trade-off for hiding Mr. Freeze, and her real secret base is still under planning.

The two of them had their backs to each other, but were equally deep in thought and writing, just like two students in class.

It was not until the evening that Valerie waved goodbye to Victor and left the secret laboratory.

Of course they couldn't live together, but Valerie had a more important reason to leave the room.

It's time to start the mercenary work.

Although she is already a big entrepreneur, Valerie still believes that being a mercenary is her real job.

Today's clients are a group of migrant workers. It is said that they have offended the gang and want to escape from Gotham tonight.

The specific reason was not mentioned, but they hired Valerie to transport a box into Gotham Harbor, and it would be even better if there was a way to get them a boat.

Valerie had also checked the box in advance, but of course she didn't open it, she just scanned it.

There is no white powder or dirty bomb in it, so it is something that can be transported.

The sky was full of stars tonight, a rare occasion. Valerie was still wearing her engineering hat and pulling the box openly, as if it was not some smuggled item.