I, V, Gotham Legend

Then, the gate seemed to have received some signal and was pulled up slowly and heavily, and layers of rust and dust fell off.

Kesh looked up in confusion: "Is there any surveillance camera around here?"

He thought it was a kind security guard who was watching the surveillance video and happened to know him, so he let him pass.

"What are you thinking about? Of course this is all thanks to my amazing technical abilities." Valerie seized the opportunity to show off her abilities.

What's more, there is no surveillance nearby. Who would have the time to look inside the sewer where no one would come?

However, Cash did not show the admiration she wished. In the short time they spent together, he had already understood that Valerie was different.

Compared to kicking open the iron gate with one foot, knocking down the crocodile man with three hammers, and drinking corn soup that can heal broken bones, simply opening the gate normally by unknown means would not shock Cash.

However, he still saw Valerie's desire to praise her, so he cooperated: "Is that so? You really can do anything."

Valerie felt that this guy was a little perfunctory, but since he was admiring her after all, she still raised her head proudly.

"Hehe, spread my name well!" Valerie took a step forward and pulled the crocodile man out of the gate.

The crocodile man's scales rubbed against the grid floor, and the sound of "da da da" echoed in the empty space.

Cash followed Valerie's pace. To be honest, it was also his first time to walk through this big gate.

Behind the gate is a much larger tunnel. Compared with the previous sewer, this one is obviously for vehicles to pass through, and even the floor under your feet is asphalt.

"Is there anything very important here?" Valerie said, suddenly stopping as she walked.

Cash looked at Valerie in surprise. He remembered that he hadn't said anything.

Valerie had kept the scanner on, but she hadn't had time to turn it off yet. But after walking through the gate, her eyes immediately filled with the progress bar.

There are hidden mechanisms everywhere here. The last time I saw this was when I sneaked into Wayne Manor.

"Is it there?" Valerie turned her head and looked towards the center guarded by many mechanisms, where there was an ordinary-looking door.

Cash's heart immediately rose to his throat. He knew where it was and how confidential it was, but he had no idea how V could tell.

"What is that?" Valerie asked casually, but the scanner that had been turned on detected a sharp increase in Cash's heart rate, which aroused her interest.

Kesh swallowed.

Should I tell her? If it was something else, it would be fine to tell the lifesaver, but that was a state secret.

Cash looked at Valerie's big blue eyes that revealed curiosity, and after struggling for a while, he made up his mind.

Forget it. Miss V doesn’t seem like a bad person. Besides, if she insists on investigating, I can’t stop her.

"That's the national database." Cash lowered his voice, "It contains a lot of identity data and files of Gotham people."

He originally just wanted to satisfy V's curiosity, but after hearing Cash's explanation, Valerie's expression became excited.

Valerie's scanner has never been very useful. Compared to the game where you can scan and see the identity information of every citizen, her scan can only show the physical condition of a living person.

She had thought that the main reason for this was probably that she did not have a database of this world.

If I could connect to the national database and establish a physical connection, it would surely be of great help to my future mercenary career, and it would also be very easy to complete tasks like finding someone.

"I want to go in and take a look." Valerie directly loosened the chain that was holding the crocodile man and walked towards the door.

Valerie's sudden action startled Cash, and he immediately stood in front of Valerie.

"I'm sorry, Miss V. Although you saved my life, that's not the place for you to go."

Although it was painful for him to do this to his savior, as a policeman, he had to prevent irrelevant people from entering such a state secret place.

"Ah? Oh!" Looking at Cash's struggling eyes, Valerie understood. She fumbled in her pocket and then took out a certificate.

"I'm the chairman and general manager of V's Internet Prosecution Company. This is a business license approved by the government." Valerie said seriously, "I suspect someone has hacked into the server there, so I should go check it out."

Cash was stunned, he didn't understand for a moment.

"So the country will approve it." Valerie handed the certificate to Cash with a smile, and then walked to the door of the database room.

Cash was confused, but this time he didn't do anything.

The door of the room containing the database server looked very ordinary, not much different from the other doors near the tunnel. They were all just locked iron doors.

Out of her little respect for Gotham's government, Valerie used her technological prowess to open the lock rather than brute force.

Behind the door was a not very spacious room. At the end of the room was a server host with lights on, which looked as big as a wall.

Valerie rubbed her hands together and approached the mainframe, her eyes still in scanning mode, scanning the mainframe as if observing a work of art.

Just before she tried to connect the data cable, Valerie suddenly noticed something strange.

She stroked her chin, watched the server for a while, then stretched out a finger and pressed a smooth iron sheet on the side of the host.

As if by magic, the sheet of metal popped out, and Valerie peeled it off, revealing the groove underneath.

There is a small bat-shaped button inside, and according to the scanning results, this thing has been transmitting signals to the outside.

Valerie understood.

Batman, the man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, had already secretly visited this so-called state secret!

"Okay! You always talk about the law and lecture me, but you actually do illegal things secretly, right?" Valerie completely got rid of the psychological burden that she had to begin with, and boldly connected the data cable to the host.

NO29. What is in the sky of Gotham

Crocodile Man - Waylon Jones had a dream. He dreamed that he became a monk and became a wooden fish, and was hit on the head by monks every day.

As a hot-tempered old man, he certainly could not tolerate this humiliation. He wanted to use his teeth to bite the bald donkey who hit his head into pieces, but he felt that his body could not move, his mouth was blocked, and every time he gritted his teeth, he would taste the blood.

The pounding on the back of his head never ceased, making Jones increasingly irritated.

Then he woke up and saw the ceiling moving backwards in front of him.

The back of his head was still being hit, and the crocodile man realized that he was being dragged up the stairs, and his hard, scaly skull was constantly in close contact with the steps.

"Gu! Ga gaga gaga!" The crocodile man struggled desperately, but his body was tied up and something was stuffed in his mouth.

"V, this guy is awake." The crocodile man heard a familiar man's voice. He stopped struggling, tried to raise his head and look in the direction where the voice came from.

A black policeman with a broken hand stood at the bottom of the stairs, keeping a distance from him, holding an iron rod in his hand.

"I feel it. The chain is shaking."

A more familiar woman's voice came from the direction under his feet. The crocodile man raised his head hard to look over, but it was difficult for him to lift his head while being tied up.

"Ga gaga gaga!" The crocodile man wanted to threaten others in the most ferocious tone, but his mouth was blocked and he couldn't say anything.

The smelly piece of meat was so huge that it even got stuck in the crocodile man's throat. The feeling of a foreign object made him want to vomit, but his mouth was still stuffed full, as if it was dislocated, and it was difficult for him to even bite hard.

The crocodile man shook his head, trying to get rid of the piece of meat that filled his mouth, but it was inserted too deep.

He gave up struggling, and since he couldn't see Valerie, he just glared up at Cash.

Cash was frightened by the crocodile man's fierce eyes and took a step back, but then immediately glared back.

"Ga gaga gaga!" The crocodile man uttered harsh words, although no one could hear them clearly.

"Okay, let him calm down." A calm voice came from the woman out of sight.

Cash nodded, holding the iron rod in his only hand, and slowly walked up the steps and around the side of the crocodile man.

Then, he raised the iron rod high and smashed it hard on the crocodile man's enlarged jaw.

Cash's heavy blows helped the crocodile man chew, his teeth cut through the muscles and gnawed the bones, and he bit off the cow's leg in one bite.

"Gu...Gaaaaaa!" The crocodile man swallowed half of the beef and roared angrily, "Just you wait! I remember your smell! Sooner or later, I will eat you all!"

Cash looked at the irritable crocodile man and just quietly retreated to a safe distance.

According to Miss V's instructions, he should be able to calm down soon after swallowing this piece of beef.

Valerie stared at the other half of the cow leg that fell on the ground, feeling a little distressed. She ignored the crocodile man who was still struggling, and moved closer to pick up the cow leg and stuffed it into a plastic bag.

There is also half a tube of anesthetic in here, which may be useful in the future. After all, there are crocodile people, and maybe there will be shark people or something.

"I want to eat... I want... Ah... Aba..." The crocodile man shouted, and suddenly stopped shaking his body. He just drooled and leaned his head back on the steps.

"It seems that oral administration is still useful, but it's not as fast as injection." Seeing that the crocodile man finally calmed down, Valerie wrote down the experimental data in the little notebook in her heart.

Cash clenched the iron rod in his hand again, looked at his empty left wrist, and let out a breath of suppressed air.

Although I still feel a little unwilling, it can be regarded as revenge for myself...

"..." Valerie noticed Cash's lonely look, "Boy, do you still want that hand?"

Cash looked up in surprise and looked at Valerie's delicate face.

"Don't tell anyone... I'm currently working on a secret research project that can give you a prosthetic hand." Valerie lowered her voice and spoke mysteriously.

"As for the prosthetic limbs, I think the police department will reimburse you. No need to trouble Miss V." Cash politely declined. He didn't want to trouble this benefactor anymore.

"No, it's not that kind of toy. It's a real prosthesis that can move like a limb." As she said that, Valerie rolled up her sleeves and a mantis knife popped out from her white arm.

Cash was startled. He opened his eyes wide and looked at Valerie's arm in surprise.

"Is this... true?" Cash looked at his bandaged left forearm again. He had already accepted the reality.

Can I get my left hand back?

"Our research is still in the theoretical stage. All we need is people like you who can participate in the experiments." Valerie said, clapping her hands.

The prosthesis that Valerie wanted to install on Cash was not the same as the one she had. To be more precise, they have not yet found a way to suppress the rejection reaction, so in order not to delay too much progress, they decided to change their perspective first.

Since we cannot make prosthetic organs to replace them for the time being, let’s first try making external prosthetic limbs that can connect to nerves. Once we find a way to suppress immunity, we can directly pair them with mature prosthetics.

Valerie could also go out on the street and pick up some lucky thugs for experiments, but she felt that this kind of black technology, which was similar to a plug-in, was not something she wanted to give to strangers. This was a secret research.

As for Cash, he not only helped her deal with the dirty crocodile man, but also helped her find the national database. He is also a tough guy who can stand up to the Mad Hatter's hypnosis. If you think so, there's nothing wrong with giving him a cheat.

Valerie had a good impression of this young policeman who seemed full of passion.

"You can think about it. I am quite optimistic about you, but before you make up your mind, you'd better not tell anyone about it."

Looking at Cash who was still hesitating, Valerie said nothing more. She pulled the crocodile man and continued to walk up the stairs.

The crocodile man didn't move at all. He had passed out due to taking too much anesthetic. This time, he was like a bag of flour and couldn't even feel the pain of the back of his head hitting the steps.

Cash looked at the saliva left on the steps, took a deep breath, and then followed.

This staircase is the passage connecting the basement to the ground. Walking up this staircase, you should be able to reach a garage.

Directly opposite the garage door is the Gotham Police Department building.

Valerie opened the last roller shutter and finally returned to the spacious street. She took a deep breath in relaxation.

It's hard to say what good the air in Gotham is, but Valerie has never felt that the air in the United States is so sweet.

It is already night time now, and although the sky is overcast, the moon can still be seen.

"Is it dark already?" Kesh sighed with sweat all over his forehead as the cool January breeze blew. He looked up at the sky but suddenly froze. "Miss V, that is..."

Valerie was also looking at the sky at this time, but she did not show any surprise, just some nostalgia and emotion.

“That’s it…”

It is a cloudy day today and the moon is not visible. The only bright spot in the night sky is the searchlight projected from the roof of the Gotham Police Department.

The light shone on the dark clouds, and a bat's silhouette was drawn in the blue light, like an eye, staring at the entire Gotham from the sky.

NO30. Gotham Iron Triangle

Normally, the roof of the Gotham Police Department is guarded by patrol officers, but right now the streets of Gotham are in chaos and most of the police department's personnel have been sent out on field duty.

The handsome blond guy sat under the searchlight, looking at the bat logo in the sky, his thumb grinding the coin in his palm.

"As far as I know, I did not approve the turning on of this light." A tired voice sounded, and Harvey looked back.

Gordon, wearing a yellow coat, walked slowly towards him and put a pistol back into his arms.

"I also discovered it by accident. It was this morning when your men carried it up. At that time, this thing was mysteriously covered with a piece of cloth." Harvey Dent stood up.

"So a prosecutor took advantage of the night to secretly open the police station's public facilities?"

"I asked God, and He said yes." Harvey showed Gordon the coin in his hand.

"God never told me that." Gordon didn't buy it, but he didn't do anything unnecessary.

He walked over to Harvey and also looked up at the sky.