I, V, Gotham Legend

If Valerie hadn't specifically mentioned in the letter that he had to pay for the electricity himself, he wouldn't have thought of a way to solve the maze so quickly.

"You have no moral ethics! I have been designing this for a long time! Go back and play it again! Otherwise I... I won't unlock these mazes!" Valerie said cheatingly.

The maze blocked the entire villa, so it was really troublesome to leave normally, but Bruce had already reached the bedroom, so he could just break the window and leave.

Having said that, Bruce was quite satisfied with the design of the maze in the room, which could serve as an effective defensive position if attacked again in the future.

However, you should also master the ability to control the maze.

"V, you seem to have forgotten something." Bruce cleared his throat, "You were hired by us to repair the house, right?"

"So what? You're not going to deduct my salary, are you? It's useless. I don't care about your money."

"Do you want to set up a famous group to pave the way for your legendary journey?" Bruce placed the camera on the bedside table and then sat on the bed.

"What do you want to say?" Valerie realized something.

"As your first customer, I'm going to give you a bad review." Bruce made an extremely cruel and cold threat.

"Heh..." Valerie laughed, "Do you think I care about this? What good can your bad review do..."

"I'm Bruce Wayne. If you get a bad review from me, you're going to get a lot of unwanted fame real quick."

Bruce is an upper-class figure known as the Son of Gotham. He is a hot commodity in the eyes of countless media people, and any slight movement will immediately fill major newspapers.

If this guy gave a bad review, it would surely be a huge blow to the newly started V Group.

"You're bullying me!" Valerie protested. "It turns out that all capitalists are bad!"

"What are you going to do?"

"..." Valerie was silent for a while, "Okay, please connect the electricity back."

Bruce gave Alfu an order, and the bedroom light came on, filling the room with light.

There was a familiar sound of movement outside the house. Bruce opened the door and the complex and towering maze had disappeared. The living room returned to normal.

"I need a way to control this maze." Bruce said back to the camera.

"Okay, we'll talk about it next time we meet. Have a good rest." Valerie agreed calmly.

Bruce felt something was wrong. This guy suddenly became too honest.

Based on my understanding of Valerie, when I need something from her, she will immediately take advantage of me, either asking for money or some obedience in attitude.

Bruce felt that there must be something fishy going on, maybe there was a trap here, so he investigated the bedroom again and found a secret door on the ceiling.

Bruce pushed open the secret door and found several bags of sand in plastic bags.

Sure enough, if Bruce relaxed and went straight to bed, the sand would immediately fly down and splash all over him.

"How did you find out?" Valerie was overwhelmed when she saw that her plan B was exposed.

"You're still a little short of perfection." Bruce took off the sand, his expression calm yet proud.

It was a close call. I almost let my guard down.

Bruce also warned himself in his heart that he should not let his guard down in daily life.

"You are too cautious! How can you make friends like this?"

"I don't need friends."

Bruce did not speak to Valerie again. He stabbed the camera with a bat dart and dismantled the surveillance device.

The world is finally quiet...

Bruce glanced at the skinned human models on the ground. There should be other surveillance cameras here, but he planned to clean them up later. He took off his coat, lay on the bed, and planned to have a good rest.

Rest for an hour, then prepare for your meeting with Harvey Dent tonight.

Bruce closed his eyes as he felt the softness of the bed catching his body.

But then, he suddenly heard the sound of mechanical transmission at the head of the bed.

Bruce opened his eyes immediately and tried to sit up, but it was too late.

The soft big bed collapsed in two, and Bruce sank in the middle and fell into the water.

V transformed his bed into a large fish tank!

Bruce felt his clothes were heavy from being soaked with water, and he sat up, shaking off the water droplets from his hair.

Several fish swam across the water around Bruce's waist, coming into close contact with his exposed skin. Bruce could even feel the slimy touch.

"Hahahaha!" Valerie's smug laughter came from the corner of the room. It should be another surveillance camera. "Plan C! Didn't expect that!"

NO21. Gang Wars

There is a warehouse area in the southwest of Gotham Port. Hundreds of warehouses are arranged together like a residential area, which looks very solemn.

This place is usually very quiet, with only gangsters coming in and out. After all, this was one of the Penguin's former money laundering bases.

A blue car seemed to want to drive into the warehouse area, but it continued to speed up as it approached the warehouse entrance, as if it was going to crash through the barrier.

The man in the security booth at the gate was startled when he saw the car rushing towards them. He didn't even have time to report to the warehouse and jumped out of the hall in panic.

However, the blue car's collision plan failed. A white van suddenly came out from the alley on the side and hit the side of the car.

The people in the car turned the wheel urgently to stabilize the car, but it finally stopped.

The door of the van opened and a group of ferocious-looking men walked out of the car.

The rear windows of the sedan were also rolled down, but the airbags did not appear to have deployed.

"Hey! What do you want to do? This is the Penguin's territory!" The security guard was relieved when he saw these people parked their cars, but he didn't know either group of people.

"Penguin? Everyone knows he can't save himself now!" A thug who got off the van laughed, "We are here to take over this place for Mr. Maroni!"

"What are you doing here, boy, in this car?" Another Maroni thug walked up to the car provocatively.

"It seems that we have the same goal." A muffled but violent voice came from the car, which sounded like a scream with a pinched throat.

"Brother, what's that weird noise?" The thug put his arm on the rolled-down window and looked inside the car in a mocking manner.

But before he could see the situation inside the car clearly, a shotgun was already pointed at his forehead.

"boom!"

Before the thug could say anything, his head exploded and he fell backwards to the ground.

The shooter - a short man wearing a top hat - handed the blood-spattered gun to the old man beside him.

"Wipe it clean, and then we'll proceed as planned." The dwarf shook his head and said, obviously he was of a high status.

"No problem, boss." The white-haired old man next to the dwarf kept nodding. He took out a handkerchief and worked carefully.

"What about Maroni's people?" The burly man driving the car turned around and asked the short man, "They were not in the original plan."

"It doesn't matter. They're just here to seize our territory. Let's kill them all!" The dwarf pulled back his gun and shouted to the sky.

"Woohoo! Just do it!" After receiving the boss's order, the bald strong man excitedly stepped on the accelerator.

The blue car started moving again, but this time it turned around and headed towards the van.

After the thug was shot in the head, Maroni's men next to the van realized that the situation was out of control, and they immediately returned to the van and prepared to arm themselves.

The driver frantically fiddled with the steering wheel, trying to avoid being hit by the car.

But the car did not actually hit them. They just made a sharp turn just before the collision. A head popped out of the car window with a rocket launcher on his shoulder.

"boom!"

The rocket hit the van, and under heavy firepower, the van and the thugs inside were engulfed in flames.

"Cobert has ruled Gotham long enough! It's our turn next!" The dwarf in the sedan shouted and danced, with rockets stuffed under their seats.

The security guard in the warehouse area tried to escape, but it was too late. The car crashed through the gate pole and hit the security guard head-on.

The security guard was hit in half by a speeding car, and some of his internal organs were smeared on the car windows.

The people in the car were laughing wildly. As the car sped along, the people inside fired rockets at both sides. For a moment, the entire warehouse area was filled with the sounds of explosions, screams, and burning.

Similar things don't just happen here.

At an arms trading point in Lower Gotham, all the Penguin thugs hid behind the bunkers, avoiding the machine gun bullets flying in from the door.

The big bird with a full beard led a group of mercenaries into the stronghold, breathing heavily.

"We need these to rescue Bane. Brothers, kill everyone here!"

The big bird screamed.

At a white powder trading point in the new city area, a black-masked thug who was counting money was suddenly stabbed in the heart by a knife from behind.

"What..." The thug couldn't believe it. He turned back with difficulty, only to find that the other thugs who had been counting money with him had taken off their black skull masks.

They all wore clown-like makeup.

"Sorry, I think it's more promising to work with the Joker - even though he's still in prison."

The guy who stabbed the thug put his lips close to his ear and spoke the cold truth.

"Okay, put these away, the boss will be very happy when he sees them!" said another clown thug to the others.

The black-masked thug fell in a pool of his own blood, helplessly watching the clown thugs busying around taking away all the money and white powder.

In the bar on Park Road, Malone sat at the bar, looking outside through the glass door with worry.

There was another burst of gunfire, and it seemed that someone had launched another attack on Falcone's men.

It seemed like in just one afternoon, as if there was someone behind the scenes, the whole of Gotham was in chaos, with fights and gun battles everywhere.

Even within the Roman territory, there was unrest; Falcone's authority could no longer suppress the ambitions of the new gangs.

The gang war has begun.

Malone knew there was nothing he could do, so he closed the bar's roller shutter and called Valerie with concern.

But the person on the other end of the line never answered. Valerie connected the phone directly with her brain. If the call didn't go through, it was either because she was still sleeping or something bad had happened.

Malone hopes it's the former.

"You guys better hide. These bastards won't stay quiet for a day or two." Ma Long said to the bar staff who were staying with him, "I'm going upstairs to rest for a while."

The staff nodded. Most of them looked panicked, but they didn't care about their boss's business.

Malone walked up the stairs and headed towards the house he hadn't been back to for a few days. Due to his old age, his legs were not very nimble, so he walked very slowly.

He pushed open the door of the room and wanted to take some self-defense weapons that Valerie left for him in case he was approached by gangsters later.

But just after he opened the door, he saw an unexpected scene.

The room, which should have been unattended for several days, was now in a mess, as if someone had rummaged through it.

A man in black and green tights sat on a chair and looked at Malone silently.

The person was wrapped up in a blanket and his gender could not be seen, except for the green mask with golden eyes and a fishhook-like nose, making him look like a standing owl.

NO22. There are crocodiles in the sewer

As if it was planned in advance, Gotham's gangs of all sizes launched an extremely intense turf war on the same day, even to the point of fighting in the streets in broad daylight.

Although the citizens of Gotham had generally sensed that war was coming after the downfall of Black Mask and Penguin, the intensity of the gang war escalated far beyond everyone's expectations.

Even the news of the attack on Wayne Building last night was overshadowed by the brutal gang fight.

Valerie just went to the street to buy some meat when she encountered three gang fights. Fortunately, Miss V was kind-hearted and tried to stop the fight with a sledgehammer, which made these hot-tempered guys fall into a peaceful sleep.

The frequent armed fights and even gun battles made Gotham smell like gunpowder, and the roads were littered with bullet shells and potholes.

After knocking out another group of fighting thugs, Valerie staggered towards a building carrying the fresh beef she had just bought.

Although the gang fights everywhere on the streets made Valerie feel like she was back in Night City, she still had to do her job as a mercenary.

After obtaining the identity and money, Valerie opened a middleman guise for herself and posted her own advertisements all over the streets, trying to become independent from Malone by starting her own business.

This is also to protect Marlon. She will definitely have more and more enemies in the future, especially guys like the Penguin who have gone in but still have tentacles everywhere. They may catch him for revenge.

Fortunately, Malone himself is no ordinary person and does not need Valerie to stay by his side all the time.