I, V, Gotham Legend

As the Court of Owls that secretly controls Gotham, they have certainly heard of this symbol.

"Why are these anarchist rats here?" the guy screamed in surprise.

The young man next to him slapped his forehead helplessly, looking at the people around him with cold eyes. The situation was now completely bad.

The hooded figures gradually approached, and realizing the bad rich people wanted to turn around and run.

But when he turned around, he saw that the corridor behind him was also full of anarchists.

Surrounded...

The middle-aged man was about to say something when the young man at the side covered his mouth: "Sorry, gentlemen, we just made an important deal with Mr. Nygma, and our friend is a little anxious..."

"There is no one named Nygma here..."

"I've heard of it." Just then, a voice that sounded dull but very contagious rang out.

The voice seemed to have magical power. The anarchists in the corridor moved to the sides one after another. At the end of the road was a figure that did not look very tall.

He was wearing a red sweatshirt and a white jade plastic mask on his face, with a large anarchist symbol painted on the shoulder of his clothes.

"Anazi." These anarchists seemed to respect him very much.

The owls couldn't help but look up.

In recent months, the number of anarchist terrorists has increased, but since it does not affect their control over Gotham, they don't care much.

However, they have heard that these increasingly large anarchist clusters originated from a guy who spread his ideas everywhere like a cult.

It was a man who called himself Anazi.

"Half a month ago, a guy who liked guessing riddles came to me. He really liked to talk nonsense and show off. I dare say that anyone who has chatted with him will remember his name." Anazi walked through the corridor leisurely as if he was chatting.

"He asked me to guess a riddle, and the answer is a warehouse." Anazi walked up to the four owls and looked at their faces carefully.

"I see. It's the one you sent us to search, right?" a man nearby said excitedly. "Remember we found an unclaimed dirty bomb there!"

"Your memory is correct, but I don't like your wording." Anazi turned his head and looked at his subordinate through the hollow eye sockets of his mask. "We are brothers and sisters of the same status and no class distinction. You shouldn't use a word like 'pie' that is full of class oppression."

"I'm sorry, Anachi, it was you who asked us to investigate." The anarchist scratched his face in embarrassment, but his tone became more excited.

The owls watched the performance of these people. The impatient middle-aged man couldn't help but interrupt: "We have seen your love for each other. Can you give us the antidote?"

"Antidote?" Anazi turned around and looked at the middle-aged man, then shook his head, "I haven't heard of it."

He walked past the owls and onto the rooftop.

The anarchists automatically made way for Anarchism and, with enthusiastic eyes, allowed Anarchism to stand in the middle.

Anaqi opened his arms and began his speech: "Comrades! Tonight is a night of bloodshed, but we are just a bunch of ordinary people. We must be wondering, as mortals, can we really overthrow the high capital?"

"Fortunately, we were lucky enough to capture several of the once high-handed oppressors before the night operation began."

The owls realized that the situation was not good and they immediately tried to escape, but the fanatics around them had already held them down.

"Sacrifice them! Show this city our backbone! Show our determination to fight oppression to the end!"

Anazi waved his arms.

The fanatics rushed forward, holding down the joints of these wealthy people and pinning them to the ground, leaving dirty dust all over their gorgeous dresses.

The owls struggled desperately. They never thought that as the high and mighty ones, they would end up like this.

"No! The Riddler promised! We answered the riddle correctly! He won't kill us!" The owls were pinned down by the fanatics, and they watched the dagger approaching them.

"Are you kidding?" The executioner with the knife laughed, "The one who is going to kill you now is Anazi!"

...

Gotham Hospital was doing as well as ever, with the yard full of parking spaces, but Valerie never went through the front entrance.

After making two ice axes for Helena, they climbed together from the outer wall to the secret base.

The ice pick was sharp enough to penetrate the concrete exterior wall. Although it was a bit unstable, fortunately the walls of Gotham Hospital were of good quality.

Helena's movements were very slow, but she was still able to keep up with Valerie's movements. It seemed that this girl was indeed gifted.

After climbing a section of the wall, Valerie rubbed it for a while, and the wall rose like a gate.

"We're here. If you insist on hanging out with me, this will be our regular base from now on."

After giving Helena some instructions, Valerie turned over and jumped into the secret room.

The first time, I climbed the wall to familiarize myself with the route. In the future, I would just take the hovercraft back to save trouble.

Helena hammered her ice pick and followed with trepidation. She felt as if she was entering an unfamiliar class for the first time on the first day of school.

The two walked through the secret room corridor, passed by a pile of half-built unidentified equipment, and finally pushed open a door. A gust of cold air made Helena shiver all over.

Behind the door is a cave room covered with frost everywhere. It is not spacious, but not small either, and there are two large tables.

Valerie strode into the room and saw two old men sitting together on the sofa watching TV.

"What is this? Horse racing?" Valerie joined the group watching TV with great interest.

Seeing that Valerie didn't seem to intend to introduce herself and the two old people didn't seem to notice her, Helena had to walk around awkwardly.

NO50. Almost died in society

After nearly a month of renovation, this secret laboratory has obviously changed a lot compared to the original base of those smugglers.

Helena didn't know what this place looked like before, but she felt that it was too cold. Even though she was wearing very warm clothes, she couldn't help shivering all over.

Helena took a few tentative steps, and the frosty ground caused her movements to slip a little, but fortunately her body coordination was good and she managed to keep her steps steady.

The room is not small, but it seems a bit crowded because of the various instruments and equipment piled together.

Helena noticed that many of the machines piled on the ground looked like bones.

Are you researching prosthetics? Or robots?

She looked around the ground and finally her eyes fell on the most conspicuous device in the middle.

It was a red thing that looked like both a refrigerator and an air conditioner. Compared to the machines on the ground, it looked a bit old and even had some paint peeling off.

The temperature here is low enough to freeze ice cream, so there is obviously no need for a refrigerator.

Curiosity made Helena approach the machine, and she tentatively reached out her hand to touch it.

Just before her fingers touched the cold iron sheet, the refrigerator suddenly opened, and a rope-like mechanical arm stretched out from it and tied up Helena.

The robotic arm hung Helena upside down, and the round camera on the refrigerator flashed red.

[Whose little baby is this? Can't wait to be eaten?] Valerie's silly voice sounded from inside.

Helena felt that the voice was trying hard to sound lewd, but it sounded like a child trying hard to learn dirty jokes told by adults.

The movement in the refrigerator attracted the attention of the three people who were still watching TV, especially Valerie, who showed a horrified expression.

"Hey! How did you disturb this thing!" Valerie ran to the refrigerator.

This is the treasure chest monster she arranged, and it is also one of the security measures of the secret base. The prototype is the artificial intelligence weapon upgrade station in another game, Atomic Heart.

This thing in the Atomic Heart game has the same voice as V in 2077, so Valerie was very excited to voice it herself when designing this mechanism.

The refrigerator in the game is simply a mechanical succubus. It became popular for a while because of its dirty jokes. So Valerie was very excited when dubbing and almost racked her brains to tell all the dirty jokes she knew.

She felt that as a trap, it was oppressive to twist the prey into a dough twist while speaking obscene words.

[Huff, huff, you are just a little cookie, covered with sweet yogurt by me!] In the refrigerator, Valerie was still trying to tell the beautiful joke that she had thought of all night.

Valerie felt that the old society was dead. Since she had given friendly verification to Malone and Mr. Freeze before, she was not worried that they would activate the machine. And if this thing was activated, there would be no acquaintances of hers here.

But this time she forgot about Helena who came back with her.

The refrigerator is not an artificial intelligence, its voice is played randomly, and when it was about to speak the next part, Valerie hurriedly turned off the system.

When Valerie heard the sound of Helena falling to the ground, she felt her heart pounding.

"V..." Malone's voice sounded with mixed emotions.

Valerie felt her scalp tingling. The feeling of telling dirty jokes to a good friend and being heard by an elder was different.

"That...I..."

"You can't scare people like this." Malone said as a person who has experienced it. "If you want to scare the target in a trap, you should use some bloodier and more real words."

Although Malone is a well-known good man in Gotham, the reason he can do good things in Gotham is that he is a ruthless person.

"You mean..." Valerie felt that Malone had misunderstood something.

"After the target is caught in the trap, telling the target about his future fate can indeed cause great psychological pressure on the target." Mr. Freeze actually joined in the conversation, "But your words are too mild."

"No, don't you think these lines are very... very that?" After all, Valerie didn't dare to say the word "dirty" in front of her elders.

"I can help you think of some very intimidating lines, which can be regarded as your rent for a few days." Malone was very happy that he could be of use.

"Ah...well, okay..." No one understood the carefully prepared dirty joke, which made Valerie relieved but also shocked.

Mr. Freeze seemed to lose interest and returned to the TV, but Malone wanted to talk a little more.

"Okay, who is this lady?" Malone looked at Helena, who was still wearing a hood on her head.

"Oh, her. I met her today. She insisted on being my younger brother. Her name is... uh..."

Valerie suddenly realized that she hadn't asked the girl's name, but luckily she was in scanning mode, so she just blinked and looked at Helena for a moment.

"Oh! Helena Bertinelli."

Helena was shocked. She had prepared to introduce herself, but she didn't expect V to say her name right away.

"Bettinelli? I seem to have some impression of him." Malone just shook his head.

Malone had been in Blackgate Prison for forty years, watching the major gangs of Gotham come and go in Blackgate, but many gangs also gradually disappeared in the prison.

The Bettinelli family was also one of the many gangs that disappeared in Black Gate. Malone speculated that they fell in the gang fight.

"What a pity! Although I have good relations with many members of the former Bertinelli gang, I have never met Bertinelli himself." Marlon said as he looked at Helena.

"You know my dad? Are you a gangster too?" Helena said uneasily.

"Don't worry, the middleman is a good guy." Valerie patted Helena's shoulder and walked to her workbench. "Don't you want to become stronger? Come with me."

"Thank you." Helena nodded and slowly followed Valerie.

Valerie's workbench is also very conspicuous in this laboratory. There are many monitors on the table, which seem to be connected to the mainframe as big as the wall behind.

Helena noticed the remnants of torn stickers on the wall next to Valerie's seat, and she thought Valerie noticed it too, but Miss V seemed to be pretending not to notice.

Valerie leaned back in her seat comfortably, turned on her computer, and then reached into the cabinet beside her to find something.

The computer started up quickly and Valerie searched quickly. Along with the computer prompt sound, Valerie handed a stack of drawings to Helena.

"We can't make internal prosthetics yet, so we made some external armor as a substitute. Take a look. Which one is good?"

Helena took the drawings with a surprised expression. Although she didn't quite understand the terms Valerie said, she could tell what she meant from the drawings.

NO51. Huntress

The drawing resembles a set of boxing gloves that appear to be able to eject the barrel of a ranged weapon.

"Is this a weapon?" Helena was surprised. She had only seen similar things in movies.

“I combined a gorilla arm with a projectile launcher… but it doesn’t look like a prosthetic and it will wear out,” Valerie said, looking at the blueprint.

This blueprint was initially designed by Victor based on Valerie's request. It is more like Iron Man's armor than a prosthesis.

Helena didn't understand what she was saying, but she could still match the names with the things on the blueprint.

"Anyway, it's high-tech that can temporarily increase your strength... What color do you like?" Valerie suddenly asked.

"…It should be purple, right?" Helena answered after hesitating for a moment.

"Is this even a given?" Valerie was amused. She took out a pair of purple gloves from her pocket and said, "Here, try it."

"Is this color available?" Helena took the gloves.

There were a bunch of semi-finished products next to the refrigerator, and she thought it would take some time to make them.

"It's not ready-made." Valerie waved her hand.

It's freshly made.

Helena put on the gloves, which were only twice larger than her hands, but felt as heavy as a bag of rice, and her fingers did not feel very flexible.