I, V, Gotham Legend

Although it's theoretically possible, it's stupid no matter how you think about it. Especially when there's someone behind you.

"Ms. V, is this frozen?" Helena also noticed that the temperature of the coffin was abnormal.

"Yeah." Valerie had an idea.

As it stands, Claw has no other superhuman traits besides being very difficult to kill, and he seems unable to move while lying in his ice coffin.

So all we need to do is take over this room and imprison them all in here, right?

"We still have some time, you can play by yourself first." Valerie said to Helena, then she walked to the wall and put her hands on the wall.

The Court of Owls should have a control center here, and there should also be some traps or something, but Valerie was too lazy to look for them slowly.

She was going to just redo the room, make it her own, so that whatever little things there were in the courtroom wouldn't matter.

Valerie's hand grasped a white metal tile, and then, by pure chance, she noticed something shiny in the tile.

It was a pinhole camera with a blue light flashing on it, and it should be on.

"Oh!" Valerie suddenly realized that this place was also being monitored.

She took off her sunglasses, looked into the camera with her big eyes, and opened her mouth to reveal a sweet smile.

Then, he punched out and smashed the camera.

With this thing, we should be able to figure out where those people are now...

...

Located in the center of the new city, the Reciqun Tower is the most luxurious apartment for the rich in Gotham. There was an endless stream of wealthy people in Gotham who dreamed of living here.

Until just before Christmas, when rumors emerged that Black Mask had been assassinated here, Reciquenta's popularity among Gotham's wealthy plummeted.

In a secret room of the apartment, a group of people in suits and wearing white owl masks gathered together, looking at the surveillance footage on the table with nervous expressions.

"She found us! What should we do? Will she come looking for us?"

"I need to get out of here! She's definitely tracking the camera! She's definitely noticed!"

"The Rexiqun Tower is our strongest secret fortress. If we leave here, we will be caught and killed!"

"She's going to kill us, right? Just like she killed Talon!"

The owls were in a mess, like a group of frightened birds.

Even within the Court of Owls there is no monolithic entity, with many factions within the organization. But after all, there are only a few big shots in Gotham City, and almost all the remaining people in the court are hiding here.

Although Valerie tried her best to leave Siwa's name after each assassination, it was obviously not effective.

Her unique quick-and-decisive fighting style and the sharp claws that were not completely killed revealed her true identity.

For the Court of Owls hiding in the dark of Gotham, it is not difficult to find the true identity of a mere mercenary.

That being said, as more and more important figures in the court died, fear had been engraved into the hearts of the remaining owls.

They now hate Theo, that unfortunate bastard, even more than V, for getting involved with such a plague.

“What should we do? Should we seek help from [parliament]?” Some people have already tried desperate measures.

"No! We fought so hard to gain our independence by defeating [Wayne]! We can't just give it back like this!"

The fear of death and the hope that they might survive made them quarrel with each other. They neither wanted to sell their dignity for a chance of survival nor wait to die.

Just at this moment, the distorted monitor lit up again, making the already frightened owls even more confused.

"She's coming! She's coming for us!"

"Zizi..." However, only the sound of electricity came from the speaker.

The image on the screen flashed rapidly, and finally froze into a green question mark. A man's figure appeared in the picture, and because of the backlight, his face was hidden in the shadow.

"During the quiz, I will sometimes be in front of you and sometimes behind you, but I will never talk to you. Who am I?"

The person in the picture is chanting in a very exaggerated tone.

"You are... Nygma!" Obviously, someone among the Owls had investigated him. After all, there are trophies left by this guy all over Gotham.

"Haha, of course I understand that my wisdom has made me famous, but I don't think the name you said is answering my question." The man in the picture said and pressed a button.

The ceiling of the Owl's secret room suddenly opened and a machine gun dropped from it.

"I want to clarify here that the so-called prize-winning contest means that the loser gets a prize! Of course, the same applies to not answering within the time limit."

Nygma crossed his fingers, as if everything was under his control.

“Roar, roar, roar, the so-called Court of Owls represents mystery in the eyes of many people. But for me, the great Riddler, Edward Nygma, finding you is so easy. I have been waiting for you here for a long time!”

PS: I have never created a group for fear of affecting my mentality, and I seldom read the comment section, but I am still very grateful for the suggestions from readers... Having said that, comments like "no taste" are still too abstract and a little hard to understand.

After much thought, I decided to create a group to make communication more convenient (although as far as I know, book clubs basically don’t talk about books, but it still feels necessary). Guys, come and play.

Group number: 609266367

Answer: Mantis Knife

NO46. Game session

"Haha, you must think you are so smart. A bunch of rich people get together and say bad things about the richer guy."

Nygma rested his chin on the screen and sneered triumphantly.

"But I want to tell you what true intelligence is. From the day before yesterday when I discovered your little trick to now when I caught you in the act in your lair, it only took me two days to do all this."

As he spoke, he waved his hand, and the machine gun covered with riddle graffiti aimed at the owls.

"Now, answer my question. No need for me to repeat it, right?"

The machine gun stopped swinging and aimed at the nearest person, which temporarily immobilized the person.

"…Shadow, you are Shadow."

Although he wanted to maintain the dignity of an upper-class person, the silver light flashing from the machine gun barrel made him choose a more sensible approach.

"Haha, I know. Of course you can answer it. After all, it's not a difficult question."

"I have completed your request. Can you put this dangerous thing away?" The unfortunate owl tried not to irritate him.

"Take it back? No, no, no, I haven't had enough fun yet. Now for the second question." Nygma just clapped his hands.

Although the machine gun did not move, Nygma's clapping still scared everyone present.

"Well, I..."

"Wait a minute! Mr. Nygma, we know what you want." The man at the front couldn't hold it anymore. He was sitting so well that he could see the structure of the muzzle clearly.

"I've got what I wanted. Look, even you big shots can only sit here and rack your brains to think about how to answer my questions." Nygma said condescendingly. "I have proved that I, Edward Nygma, am the smartest person in the world."

Did this guy go to the legendary Court of Owls just for this purpose? What a lunatic!

The Owl Court dared not act rashly, especially the man under the gun, who had never even thought about how to fill the loopholes when embezzling public funds.

"Listen, the second question is..."

"Wait a minute! You think you are the smartest person?" The owl banged his fist on the table anxiously.

"Oh?" Nygma was already dissatisfied with being interrupted repeatedly. "It's so hard to talk to stupid people. How many times do you want me to say it..."

"No, I mean, you're not the first one to discover us." The old man said very quickly, fearing that Nygma might slip. "Do you know why we are gathered together? Because we have been discovered!"

"Are you kidding? Haha, I can understand that. After all, you look like you're about to pee your pants in fear, so I can understand you telling lies to distract me..."

"No! Mr. Nygma, didn't you monitor what we were watching before you hacked into this host?!" He was already talking without thinking.

Nygma was stunned. He was making a cup of coffee when he saw the trap in the owl's base being triggered. So he came happily to play the game he had prepared in advance with them. He really didn't pay attention to what they were doing before, he just remembered that they were very anxious.

"Of course I watched. You guys who think you control Gotham are all under my surveillance. Everything you do is within my expectations." Nygma shook his head pretentiously, but in fact he was hiding the action of secretly opening the surveillance playback on the tablet in his hand.

In order to avoid the sound being recorded, he even pressed the mute button.

"You're just making excuses... I can see that..." As his face was shrouded in shadow, the owls could not see Nygma's eyes peeking to the side, but could only listen to him mumbling to himself as if he had no confidence.

Nygma finally found the surveillance video he wanted to watch. He said a small "yes", but luckily the owls didn't hear it.

He was looking through the surveillance replays that the owls had been watching before. The riddle virus he had installed had already transferred all of this content to his computer.

Fortunately, the replay didn’t take long before he saw the familiar blue-haired beauty, smiling sweetly at the camera.

"Why is it... ahem, is it really you, V?"

Nygma maintained his posture of planning and controlling.

It was the same thing with the dirty bomb last time. This guy is always one step ahead of me in the most critical part of my plan.

Originally, Nygma had always thought that this mercenary was just a fool with good luck. In his short career as a genius, he often encountered such guys who temporarily defeated him by luck.

But being overtaken by this guy twice in a row is obviously not normal.

Could it be that this girl is really a fool? Is she pretending to be stupid to ruin my plan and humiliate me? !

Nygma thought this was simply ridiculous. How was it possible that someone could pretend so well that someone with his extraordinary intelligence couldn't see through it?

"You can trust me. There's no need for me to lie to you..." The owl outside the screen was still trying to argue, but his anxious desire to survive interrupted Nygma's thoughts.

"You've exceeded the time limit, collect your reward." Nygma directly pressed the button to control the machine gun, and the owl in the video was shot into a hornet's nest.

He hadn't even asked the question yet, and naturally he didn't have time, but he had been interrupted twice and was no longer qualified to answer the questions.

The owl was smashed to pieces, his blood splattered all over the table, and the others were trembling and screaming in fear at the sight.

"Quiet!" Nygma's shout even set off the busy tone of the speakers, and the owls immediately sat down.

Nygma crossed his legs, rested his face on his right hand, and gently patted his thigh with his left hand.

The riddle for Batman is in its final stages, and he's considering whether to rearrange V's position in this grand riddle.

The owls in the picture were sitting upright, and their timid appearance made Nygma even more irritated.

"The game continues, next riddle!" Feeling upset, Nygma simply finished the task at hand.

...

The midday sun was still hidden under the clouds, and Valerie brought her new follower to the Resiqun Tower.

She sought help from the Prophet and tracked the network source of the camera found underground.

Barbara was happily preparing for her leisure life after the holiday, but was suddenly harassed by a phone call from Valerie.

Miss V immediately offered 50,000 yuan, wanting to hire Barbara's hacking skills.

Barbara was not short of money, but V must have asked her for help in doing something important and good. Besides, it was almost the holidays, so it would be nice to earn some pocket money.

Valerie and Barbara kept in touch by phone, but unfortunately they could not share the visual contact.

Helena followed Valerie happily.

She changed her clothes and wore a hood that covered her face, which was Valerie's request so that her family would not be implicated.

NO47. Have a grudge? Why?

The elevator rose to the designated floor, and Valerie walked into the high-rise corridor of the Resi Tower.

This place looks no different from the other floors, with red wool carpets, luxurious wallpaper, and extravagant chandeliers, full of the decadent and extravagant atmosphere of capitalism.

According to the location information provided by the prophet, Valerie, holding a submachine gun, walked quickly towards the room at the end with a menacing look.

Helena lowered her head, letting the high collar cover her face, and glanced at the staff around her who were standing still for no apparent reason and turning a blind eye to their armed intrusion, and then immediately followed Valerie.

They walked down the corridor and into the empty room.

Helena said nothing this time, she watched Valerie glance around the room and the wall opened automatically.

Helena showed an expression of "as expected". She was somewhat looking forward to learning how to open the door at one glance.

Valerie took the lead and walked into the secret room, but after taking a few steps inside, she was stunned.

"We're late," Valerie said seriously.

"What..." Helena curiously moved behind Valerie and looked inside through her shoulder, but the scene she saw made her stomach turn sour.

There were only corpses on the floor in the room, none of them were intact, and their internal organs and pieces of meat were scattered everywhere.