I, V, Gotham Legend

He won't die for the time being, but blood has already poured into his trachea and he will soon be choked to death by his own blood.

Valerie didn't like torture, but she thought it was too easy for Theo to die.

After simply executing Theo, Valerie squatted down, fumbled around his still twitching body, and then took out a key and a button from his trouser pocket.

It seems that this guy is really the leader.

Valerie stood up and pressed a button in the direction of Malone's pigeon cage without hesitation.

The pigeon cage was slowly lowered and Valerie jumped off the platform again.

From beginning to end, she didn't take the owls seriously.

After opening the pigeon cage with a key, Valerie helped Malone out.

"V..." Malone lowered his head, looking at the wreckage hanging on the sports car beside him, and just sighed helplessly.

"It doesn't matter. This car killed these people." Valerie knew that Malone had a kind heart. "After all, I didn't expect there would be people where I parked the car."

"It's nothing, V, you did the right thing." Malone shook his head.

Claw has lived in an environment like the Pure White Maze for a long time, and it is said that he was soaked in ominous chemical liquids. His sanity as a human being has long been worn away.

The Court of Owls uses all sorts of horrifying means to erase the personalities of the Claws, deprive them of their ability to think, and force them to exist only as weapons of the court.

Dying cleanly at V's hands might be the best relief.

Valerie opened the door of the Sword of the Lake Lady and let Marlon get in.

Marlon had ridden in the Sword in the Stone before, so he knew about this magical car. After he sat in the passenger seat, he thought Valerie would get in and take him away.

Unexpectedly, after Malone fastened his seat belt, Valerie just closed the car door silently.

"Sorry, I have something to do, so I won't open the window for you yet."

The cars in the Sword in the Stone series are like ordinary coffins when the windows are not opened, and you cannot see what is happening outside.

The next scene might be a bit bloody, and for Marlon's physical and mental safety, Valerie didn't intend to let him watch it.

The Claws are just a bunch of irrational tools. Valerie could be merciful and just crush them to death quickly with her car.

But the group of scumbags upstairs are different.

According to the intelligence Valerie had gathered, the members of the Court of Owls did not know each other, and at most they just showed up before being invited into the court.

In other words, there is no such thing as attending such an occasion just for personal favors. Those who came here on their own initiative tonight are all scumbags who enjoy watching the slaughter.

Valerie had just seen the tall white stele, on which was engraved the names of tens of thousands of victims since the establishment of the court, and these names were still recorded.

Valerie is not obsessed with killing, but she hates meaningless killings. Therefore, she is very grateful to these mice for recording the reasons why her death was not a pity, so that she can have less psychological burden.

Valerie ejected the mantis blade from her arms, and with a double jump she leaped back onto the conference room, then jumped onto the platform.

Seeing the angel coming near them, the owls became even more confused and they even cried out.

After all, they are just a mob.

Valerie took a deep breath.

The familiar swelling feeling came over my brain, and the flow of time became viscous.

Normally, Apogee Sian Westin can only be delayed for eight seconds, but the duration can be extended by killing people. Valerie has a hunch that this will be the longest duration since she traveled through time.

...

Ma Long sat in the car, fiddling with his watch anxiously. This was his way of relieving his psychological pressure.

The Sword of the Lady of the Lake had good sound insulation, but he could still hear the wailing, screaming and crying outside the car.

The owls seemed to have fallen into a hunter's net, and it was difficult for them to even pray for mercy.

NO38. Just like home

Although he was trapped in this small sports car and had no view of what was happening outside, Malone could still hear that it was a one-sided massacre.

The desperate wails and screams were like a thrilling symphony, and not even a complete beg for mercy or curse could be heard.

Ma Long twisted his watch like a Buddhist bead, admonishing himself to let go of the meaningless compassion in his heart.

The carriage was well soundproofed, and the sound of the massacre seemed very far away. It had clearly just begun not long ago, but Malone felt it was quite long.

When Valerie reopened the car door, she looked like a ghost.

Half of her pretty face was stained with blood, like the camouflage on the faces of ancient Indians, but her clothes seemed to have been carefully cared for and there was not much dirt.

Under the blood, there is a pair of sparkling pink-blue eyes, like the bright moon under the dark clouds.

I don't know why, but after seeing those eyes, the slight fear Ben had for V due to the tragic situation he had just heard disappeared instantly.

She is still the child she is familiar with.

"Let's go, let's go home." Valerie told Malone about the next itinerary naturally, as if nothing had happened.

Ma Long thought it over again and again, and finally decided not to ask anything.

Although he knew that she did this for him, he was still a little worried when he saw Valerie's current state.

When we get back, I’ll find a psychologist for V.

Valerie activated the Sword of the Lady of the Lake, and the metal-like inner glass revealed the scene outside like ripples.

The view outside the car window was relatively clean, but Malone still noticed that blood was dripping from the hole in the ceiling some distance away from the sports car like stalagmites, staining the pure white floor red.

The massacre should have taken place on the high platform upstairs. Generally speaking, even if there was a river of blood, it would not flow here. It should be that some owls who wanted to jump off the pure white maze to escape were caught up and killed.

Malone wasn't sure how many owls there were, but he thought the number would not be too small. Even so, Valerie made sure that no corpse appeared in Malone's sight.

He really is being protected like a child.

Ma Long, who is already in his seventies, sighed in his heart.

Valerie started the car, and the engine roared, moving steadily forward at a speed that wouldn't hit the wall.

"We are underground here, but if we blow up the wall in front of us, we can reach an abandoned sewer that leads to the outlet at the seaside. We can go up from there." Valerie explained to Marlon her plan to leave here.

"What are you going to do with this maze?" Malone asked, turning his watch.

"While Theo was giving you the big villain speech, I wandered around this maze a few times and planted some bombs everywhere." Valerie stared straight out of the car. "When we get out, this place will be completely buried underground."

"Really..." Malone was very satisfied with Valerie's solution. "To be honest, although I have great confidence in you, I am actually very worried that you will really die in that maze... just in case."

“Hahaha!” Valerie giggled, and the solemn aura on her face dissipated a lot. “That maze is so stupid. There are only a few turns. No one can really get lost in it!”

This is not bragging. Even Valerie can easily figure out the entire route of this maze with her own wisdom.

Because the fundamental mechanism of the Pure White Maze is the "white metal" that can make people lose their sense of direction and memory. After the metal poisoning, the Pure White Maze is like a pale nightmare space with nothing in it.

Malone briefly explained to Valerie that even though he knew white metal would be of no use to her, it was always better to be cautious.

Thanks to Theo's tendency to show off, the information Malone obtained was not problematic.

"Is that so!" Valerie developed a strong interest in platinum. If she had known about this thing earlier, she would have arranged for it to be in Wayne Manor and take revenge on Master Wayne.

Although it is of no use now, she still decided to collect some before blowing up the place, maybe it can be used in the future.

The Sword of the Lady of the Lake stopped in front of a vast white wall. Valerie did not open the car door. She had already arranged the explosion here in advance.

Valerie blinked, the world turned cold, and a floating window appeared in her eyes.

Malone only saw a light flash in Valerie's eyes, and then the white wall in front of them exploded outwards, like ice shattered by a hammer, and white dust filled the space.

If there were someone in this dust right now, the experience would probably be indescribable.

Valerie opened the door, scooped up a piece of white metal, and then closed the door before the dust could sneak into the car.

The Sword of the Lady of the Lake passed through the white metallic dust, through the dilapidated abandoned sewer, rushed out of the drain, and stopped on a dry riverbed.

Originally, sewage from the sewer would be discharged into the sea along this riverbed, but due to urban planning, this ditch was abandoned, which also led to the abandonment of the sewer behind it.

The result was a rat's nest.

After stopping the car, Valerie looked back, and then there was a sound of explosion in the distance.

I guess the ground of the entire Tower of Miracles must be shaking at this moment.

"I'll take you to a place to rest. None of your hiding places are safe anymore."

After completing the last step, Valerie turned around and discussed with Malone in the passenger seat.

"I also have a secret house in the western suburbs..." Malone didn't want to continue to bother Valerie.

"It's not safe anymore. Falcone betrayed you. Otherwise, how do you think you were caught here?" Valerie made up her mind for Marlon. "Listen to me. I'll protect you."

“V…” Malone was very touched.

"I have a temporary secret base. There is an old man there who is very capable of fighting. He should be able to protect you...but it might be a little cold. I will install a little sun for you." Valerie decided to take Marlon to Mr. Freeze.

"What about you?" Malone noticed that Valerie didn't seem to intend to join him.

"As for me..." Valerie pulled a blue handkerchief out of her pocket and wiped her face, leaving a bright red stain on the handkerchief, "I'll go hunt down the remaining rats."

The Court of Owls is an organization that has been entangled in the darkness of Gotham for nearly three hundred years. It is obviously impossible to eradicate it by simply strangling a small group of people.

Valerie looked at the bloodstains in the towel and suddenly remembered something.

She opened the car door and walked to the wall on the side of the drain. She stroked her chin and stared at it for a while, then took out a bottle of spray paint from her pocket and drew a line of words on the top of the wall.

"I, Shiva, was here!"

Valerie nodded in satisfaction.

Until Valerie finishes exterminating the rats, let the Court of Owls and the League of Assassins fight each other!

ps: I am on a business trip, so the second chapter will be late today

ps2: I want a ticket (very tired with my belly exposed)

NO39. Mouse Catching Plan

There is an Expo Park on the southwest side of Gotham, which is one of Gotham’s old attractions. However, it is still January now, so there will not be many tourists here.

There is an exhibition hall in the center of the park. The glass building materials are made into an inverted shell shape, reflecting the only moonlight.

This is a botanical garden.

The transparent glass walls can serve as a greenhouse, and coupled with the deliberately adjusted indoor environment, the vegetation here is lush and warm, unlike the season here. It can be said to be a rare spring scene in Gotham in winter.

But this green wonderland no longer has the tranquility that a botanical garden should have, and the sounds of shouting and fighting can be heard one after another.

After a series of muffled groans and punching sounds, a figure was kicked away by a black boot, knocked over several flower pots, and fell unconscious.

Batman took the fist that was attacking him and threw the last thug over his shoulder, knocking him unconscious.

Finally, he was the only one standing in the entire botanical garden.

Batman briefly inspected the damage to the glove, then turned his attention to the hostages tied to the side.

He walked over and untied the hostages.

"I need to know the whereabouts of someone, you know..."

"Ahhhhh!" A red-haired woman who was tied up suddenly screamed.

Batman thought she was afraid of him and wanted to reach out and comfort her.

The woman ignored him, but threw away her white coat and crawled towards the thug who was kicked away not far away.

"Dead! No! How can this be possible!"

Batman's white eyes were filled with confusion.

Not to mention that he wouldn't kill her, it was clear that this woman didn't seem to have a close relationship with the thug.

But the red-haired woman obviously did not take the thug seriously. She kicked the guy away, then squatted on the ground, and hurriedly turned over the remains of the flower pot that he had pressed under her with her white hands.

"Ah... don't worry about it. Paddy is always like this." As if noticing the doubt hidden in Batman's silence, a man also in a white coat explained.

These people are all staff members of the botanical garden, but this girl named Pamela Isley is a little too passionate about her job.

Looking at Pamela who was cleaning up the plant corpses with a sad face, Batman shifted his gaze back to the man who had just spoken to him.