I, V, Gotham Legend

The last time Helena saw human organs so directly was when her brother was disemboweled by the killer.

Valerie raised her feet again and stepped on the plasma-covered floor as if she didn't care.

She walked over to the table and picked up a head, the most intact one there.

It was the face of a middle-aged woman with bullet holes on it, fragments of a white mask stuck in her eye sockets, and fear frozen on her face.

"Katie...she's a rich girl anyway." Valerie scanned the head casually and then put it back on the table.

"Did a massacre happen here? Were they massacred by those bad guys you are looking for?" Helena asked in a trembling voice.

"No, they are the people I'm looking for, but someone else got there first." Valerie sighed.

The murderer was even more ruthless than her, at least she would have left a relatively intact body.

"Who are they?" Helena finally asked the question that had been in her heart.

"The Court of Owls, this should be their last hiding place." Valerie turned on the scanner and looked around.

"Owls..." As someone who grew up in Gotham, Helena had heard of these guys since she was a child, but she thought it was just a legend. "Do they really exist? Are you kidding me?"

"Didn't you see?" Valerie looked up at the wall, where there was an owl logo hanging.

In fact, there was also one in the previous Claw Basement.

Helena never thought about it at all. She thought it was just some secret gang organization. The Court of Owls was like a myth and it was too unbelievable.

Valerie finally looked around the entire place, her system finally coming to a conclusion.

"There were about twelve people here before, they were held hostage by machine guns, and at least eight were shot dead." Valerie walked between the two chairs.

There was no bloodstain on the cushion between the two chairs, but there was bloodstain on the armrests, which must have been because someone was sitting there when the person next to them was executed.

There were not many footprints or bloodstains on the ground, indicating that they were being held hostage and dared not move.

Judging from the ballistic analysis, blood was flowing normally on the ground in the direction where the gun was fired, with no signs of being blocked by anything.

From this perspective, the murder weapon should be a sentry machine gun that was placed in advance, and it is very likely that it fell from the ceiling.

Valerie raised her head and looked diagonally above her head. As expected, the progress bar filled her field of vision.

Miss V is very satisfied with her reasoning ability. I am indeed a genius!

The ceiling was pulled open like a door, and four machine guns dropped from it.

Valerie gasped. She thought the investigation would take a long time, but now when she saw the gun, she instantly understood who was behind it.

The barrel of each gun was covered in green question mark graffiti, like leopard prints.

"Riddler, huh? You really are everywhere." Valerie gritted her teeth.

"Zizi..." The sound of electric current was heard, and the display screen that was originally placed on the table and looked like it was broken suddenly lit up.

The screen flickered until it turned into a green question mark, and Nygma appeared under the question mark.

"Sure enough, sure enough! You have been pretending to be stupid all along!" Nygma's voice also sounded exasperated.

"Why are you pretending?" Valerie really didn't know what he was talking about. She always thought she was very smart.

"Oh, you want to pretend to be a pig and then show yourself up in my riddle, right? I know, I know everything, you can't fool me! But I am..."

"You're the Riddler, I get it, what do you want to say?" Valerie helped him skip the chanting.

"How rude, but I have remembered you! I have revealed your true face!" As he said this, Nygma pressed something.

Four machine guns were aimed at Valerie and Helena behind her.

Helena took a few steps back, but the secret door suddenly closed automatically.

"Now, answer my questions, or you will all die here."

"I'm not interested." Valerie's figure flashed, and the four machine guns exploded as if they were attacked at the same time.

"No!!!" the Riddler yelled, but then he realized his mistake and corrected himself immediately. "I mean, I knew you would do this. You acted exactly as I expected. It's really boring when everything goes according to plan."

This guy's little mouth is harder than Valerie's titanium bones.

"As far as I remember, there is no hatred between us. I came here to hunt down the owls. Now it seems that you have killed all the mice."

There were people around and the Riddler was not in sight. Valerie couldn't be sure what other tricks this guy had up his sleeve, so it was better to try to negotiate first.

"No, we are already enemies. Your behavior humiliates me." Nygma fell into a state of paranoia.

Valerie couldn't figure out what she had done to provoke the Riddler, so she simply passed over the subject.

"Okay, okay, let's settle our grudge later. What about these owls?" She looked at the cleaner chairs, "You didn't kill them all, did you?"

"They are the winners of the game. They answered all the riddles I prepared for them correctly, so I let them live..." Nygma leaned back proudly, "Coincidentally, they also have a grudge against you."

Valerie realized something: "Hey, you don't mean..."

"That's right." As if to prove his genius, Nygma answered, "We have reached a temporary cooperation. They are now part of my riddle."

ps: ((((na))))

Tickets! (Showing her soft, white and tender belly and licking her elastic lips)

NO48. Riddler, get out of Gotham

"The tracking failed. He must have used physical shielding methods." Barbara's voice sounded in Valerie's mind.

The reason why Valerie was still chatting and arguing with Nygma was to allow Barbara to hack into Nygma's location through the Internet.

But it seems that the plan has failed. He is indeed a guy that even Batman finds difficult to deal with.

"Now that you've got me in your hands, what are you going to do?" Valerie asked curiously.

"Everyone can see me, but I don't see people all the time. No matter how much people praise me, they can never catch up with my figure. Who am I?" The Riddler suddenly asked a riddle.

"Ah, uh..." Valerie didn't understand what he meant, but Helena behind her followed.

"Are you the sun?"

"It's the moon! And I'm not asking you!" Nygma slammed the table hard, "You stupid ordinary people will never learn to follow the rules!"

"That's right! We have to line up properly!" Even Valerie agreed, because she felt a little embarrassed to ask others to help her answer such a simple riddle.

"You too! You didn't answer my question right away. Are you looking down on me?!" Nygma gritted his teeth. The key point was that he had already understood that the mechanism installed in this room would basically not work on V, so now he could only feel helpless and furious.

"Oh, the answer is the moon." Valerie said confidently.

"This is the answer I have already given! Are you kidding me?" The Riddler knocked on the table again, then took a deep breath and calmed himself down.

"Anyway, my next plan is related to the moon. If you can't stop me before I achieve my goal, then prepare to be destroyed."

After saying that, the Riddler unilaterally cut off the communication.

"This guy is so rude." Valerie pouted in dissatisfaction.

He stole my head for no reason, said he had a grudge against me for no reason, and now he's anxious for no reason.

"Are you going to hunt down this...Riddler now?" Barbara asked over the comms.

Valerie thought about it for a moment, then shook her head.

"I know someone who's more interested in the Riddler than I am. I'll send him the information later, and when he finds this guy, I'll be the praying mantis behind him."

Valerie felt that she was too smart. Batman was just a nobody and was being played around with.

"Are you talking about the Chinese proverb? If I remember correctly, it should be 'the oriole is behind.'" Helena interrupted from behind.

Valerie had translated this sentence into English, and it was incredible that Helena could understand it.

"It seems that your cultural papermaking is pretty good, but I think mantis is more suitable for me. After all, that thing looks scary and it matches my cold and ruthless temperament." As she spoke, Valerie ejected mantis knives from her arms.

Although the mantis is also a disgusting bug, Valerie allows herself to be described by this insect because of the cool dual swords.

"Did this come out from your arms?" Helena asked the question she had always wanted to ask.

"I'll talk to you in detail when we get back. I can install something similar for you." This was not the place to discuss one's own abilities in detail, so Valerie took the lead and walked out of the secret room.

Helena took one last look back at the blood-stained owl symbol and chased after Valerie.

...

Gotham Bank was blown up by the Joker at Christmas, but fortunately, after half a month of reconstruction, it is now back in use.

Four people dressed in gorgeous clothes walked into the bank with gloomy faces. These people were not wearing masks and were all famous figures who only appeared on TV.

They were all big VIPs of Gotham Bank, so they were immediately entertained, but they unusually requested that only one person entertain them at a time.

Although this request was strange, they were all major customers after all, some of them were even shareholders, so Gotham Bank skillfully agreed to their request.

The selected staff member led the four capitalists into a separate reception room with a warm smile. She felt that she had a chance of promotion by entertaining so many big shots at the same time, so she didn't consider the purpose of what these rich people asked her to do.

She just divided their accounts into multiple sub-accounts according to the requirements of the rich people, and transferred the money to the same channel through multiple channels.

This is a common method of circumventing money laundering detection and is nothing new in Gotham. The employees did their best to complete the task for the wealthy.

Since she was doing it alone, it took her a lot of effort. To her surprise, these wealthy people who were usually very busy did not leave first, but stood there watching her work.

Seeing that the clerk had finally transferred the last sum of money, the group of bigwigs actually celebrated on the spot.

"Congratulations." Seeing these wealthy people so excited, the clerk also felt a little happy.

"Thank you, dear." The old lady among the four rich men directly hugged the clerk.

“Well, um…” Although the action was a bit too intimate, the clerk did not refuse. She felt that a promotion and a pay raise were just around the corner.

Until the old lady holding her stabbed the dagger into her heart.

The clerk didn't even have time to say his last words. He just looked incredulous and was thrown to the ground by the old lady.

"Why do I have to do this? My clothes are all dirty." The old lady complained to her colleagues behind her in dissatisfaction.

"Stop complaining. We are in the same boat now." Another middle-aged man with a bad face stood up from his seat and walked out of the room first.

These people are the surviving owls. They racked their brains to answer all of Nygma's questions and escaped the fate of being shot.

But Nygma had no intention of letting them go. These guys were forced to take off their masks and swallow the poison, and were blackmailed to transfer all their liquid assets to Nygma's account.

The Court of Owls had never encountered such a humiliation. If V hadn't seized the White Maze and the Claw Warehouse one after another, how could they be so powerless to fight back?

Fortunately, they are finally getting through this. According to the Riddler, after transferring the money, they can get the antidote as long as they reach the ceiling of the bank.

After the poison is removed, they will join the higher-level "Parliament" and let the owls from all over the world come together to avenge the court.

Anyway, there are only four of us left, so freedom and independence are no longer important.

These wealthy people pushed open the door to the bank rooftop with great anticipation, their steps light as if they were walking towards the light.

There were indeed a lot of people on the rooftop. Most of them were dressed simply, and some even wore white masks. They were busy on the rooftop, apparently moving something.

"Are you Nygma's men? Give us the antidote!" the middle-aged man shouted directly, not even caring whether his tone was fierce or not.

This bunch of lowly poor fellows, even if they are dissatisfied with these successful people, they only dare to complain behind their backs. If they meet them face to face, they will immediately turn into loaches and shrink into the soil.

What's more, they have already given money to Nygma. Considering the hundreds of millions of dollars, this group of people should give him enough respect as compensation for his mental damage.

But then he noticed that there was something wrong with the looks of these poor fellows.

NO49. Newcomers' first day

People wearing cheap windbreakers and hoods on their heads surrounded the group of wealthy people. They whispered to each other and obviously recognized these big shots in Gotham.

Someone has taken out his cell phone and seems to be contacting someone.

"What are you going to do? Nygma has already said that he will not attack us." They realized that the atmosphere was wrong, and the middle-aged man directly brought up the Riddler's name.

"Nygma?" These people looked at each other, as if they had never heard of this person.

The middle-aged man wanted to say something when a colleague beside him suddenly stopped him.

This was a young man, and he winked at the middle-aged man with a panicked look.

The man followed his gaze and saw a familiar symbol.

It was a red letter A, breaking through the circle around the letter as if breaking free from its restraints.