I, V, Gotham Legend

It cannot be freely retracted into the body, and it has no effect on the body after being removed. It can be said that it is much worse than a prosthesis, and can only be regarded as a weapon at present.

Valerie needs to study prosthetics, not only to become stronger, but also to study her own structure, and maybe find the reason for her time travel.

"Let's give it a try." Valerie pointed to a sandbag not far away.

This was what she prepared for Victor, so that he wouldn't have to do research all the time with no place to vent his stress.

Helena nodded, clenched her gloved fists, and walked to the sandbag on the slippery floor.

Seeing that Helena was going to experiment with the gloves, even Victor came over. This was the first time that ordinary people had conducted the experiment.

For Valerie, she can punch the sandbag away with one punch whether she wears the gloves or not, and Victor himself as an experimental sample obviously lacks variables.

Helena raised her arm and punched the sandbag with a straight punch. With a sound of breaking air, the sandbag flew up and embedded itself in the ceiling of the cave.

Helena looked at her gloved arm in shock. She couldn't imagine that this was the power she had exerted.

The steel chain holding the sandbags was broken into two parts and hung from the ceiling like two hanging legs.

"It's a bit slow." Valerie frowned.

"Maybe I should reduce the weight...but if I do that, my strength will also be reduced." Victor was recording professionally.

Helena felt that she was moving too fast to see clearly, but she still didn't say anything.

"Let's try the projectile first." Valerie walked over to Helena and briefly introduced her how to use it.

"I'm personally better at crossbows." Although she said this, Helena still did as Valerie asked.

After testing a few more performance items, Valerie took out gloves of the same color but different sizes from her pocket, which made Helena sigh that there was so much inventory.

After half an hour of testing, which was as long as Malone had watched a horse race, Helena finally got a pair of gloves that Valerie reluctantly approved of.

Victor also returned to the workbench. The experimental data just now would help him make more flexible limbs. He wanted to prepare the best for Nora.

Valerie sat back in her chair and looked Helena straight in the eye: "Okay, now that I've given you a set of weapons, it's time for us to discuss some other important things."

Helena sat down on the chair that Valerie had prepared for her, with her legs crossed and her whole body sitting upright.

"Don't be so serious... Let me ask you one last time. If you want to become stronger, you have to follow me. But are you sure you want to join me?" Valerie asked like an interview. "My profession is a mercenary who lives on the tip of a knife."

Helena nodded. Her original request was just to receive Valerie's teachings and to gain enough power, and she was willing to do anything for this.

Joining Valerie's team is a significant choice for her future, as it means she will completely break with the past and will never be able to return to her peaceful daily life.

However, this matter had been considered on the way here. Helena looked Valerie firmly in the eyes and nodded vigorously.

"Very good. From now on, I will protect you, and you will be by my side to witness the legendary journey." Valerie nodded. "Then, do you plan to give up everything?"

"What do you mean?" Helena tilted her head in confusion.

"You have a legitimate identity, and your criminal record is very clean." Valerie scanned Helena. "This legitimate identity is too important. I don't recommend you give it up."

Helena still didn't quite understand, but she knew Valerie hadn't finished speaking.

"I know a man who is a rich second-generation surrounded by beautiful women during the day, and a chivalrous knight who goes around doing good deeds at night." Valerie deliberately lowered her voice and said, "His special identity does not interfere with his daily life at all."

"You mean to say..."

"If you act directly with me as Helena Bertinelli, you will be noticed and no longer involved in your ordinary daily life. Even your family may be targeted.

I suggest that you prepare a secret identity when you act with me, just like my friend did, so as to protect those close to you."

Having just experienced Marlon's kidnapping, Valerie was very sensitive to such things - although Marlon was not kidnapped because of her.

"I understand." Helena nodded. Her only family now was Uncle Baker and his family. Although Uncle Baker himself was not a good person, they were the benefactors who raised her after all.

"Well, it seems you already understand... How about this, you draw a set of combat clothes that can hide your identity here, and I can see if I can put some weapons on it." As she said that, Valerie handed over another blank piece of paper.

"You are so gentle, Miss V." Helena smiled and took the design paper.

"Is... is that so? I just... I just think it would be troublesome if your family held you back and caused you to be timid in doing things." It was the first time that Valerie was called gentle. For a moment she didn't know how to respond and she spoke without pausing.

Helena placed the design drawing on the work table, pencil in hand, and thought carefully about what kind of battle suit she should have.

She wants to change the terrible order in Gotham and become the fear of those gangsters and gangsters...but what are they afraid of?

Helena recalled the figure she saw last night, grasped the pen, and her fingers seemed to move on their own.

As a former gangster daughter, Helena studied fine arts and worked in the clothing industry for a while in order to be financially independent in college.

The sound of "rustling" was heard constantly. The four people in the laboratory were doing their own things. In order not to disturb others, Malone deliberately turned down the volume of the TV.

"Done!" Helena put down her pencil and happily held up the design drawing so that Valerie, who was sitting next to her, could see it.

"What do you think?" Helena asked Valerie with a smile.

"Hiss..." Valerie widened her pale blue eyes and took a breath, "You really are a Batman fan who came here to play the role of a Batman, right?"

NO52. Terrorist attack

With the retirement of the Romans, people were still worried that the already chaotic situation would escalate further, but the gang fight seemed to be forcibly strangled by an invisible big hand, and there was actually peace for a day.

Just when the citizens of Gotham thought that today would finally be a safe night again and they could go home from get off work without fear, the quiet night of Gotham was once again broken by a loud electronic busy tone.

People sitting in front of computers or TVs, people passing by the big screen in the square, and people taking a break from their busy schedules to browse their phones are all being paid attention to at the same time.

The screen was flashing with snow, which should be a normal situation caused by signal interference, but it seemed that a figure seemed to be moving under the screen.

The citizens of Gotham fell into chaos. They had no idea what was going on, and the entire Gotham's communication system was affected.

At the Gotham Police Department, Cash, who had not had time to put on prosthetic limbs and only had a bandage tied around his wrist, sat in the waiting area of ​​the police station, looking at the large screen on the side with a serious expression.

This is where the police station broadcasts large-scale bounty cases in a rolling manner, but now the screen has become distorted.

Even the police station's facilities were invaded. It seems that the person who is causing trouble this time is no ordinary person.

After the screen changed several images, it finally stopped showing a man wearing a hood and a white mask. He seemed to be standing in an outdoor environment, and the strong wind blew up his monotonous clothes.

"Good evening, Gotham. My name is Anazi, and I exist to end the oppression that is everywhere in this city."

The echo filled Cash's ears, as if tens of thousands of people were singing with one voice.

He could understand this situation. Right now, all the internet-connected communication facilities in Gotham were probably broadcasting the same picture.

"Perhaps the citizens of Gotham have misunderstood us, thinking that we are rampant terrorists or a group of incomprehensible cultists." Anazi did not move, but his shaking clothes showed that he was speaking.

“I am not going to defend the radical path taken by my colleagues. There is no distinction of status in our family and I have no right to dictate what other brothers and sisters do.

But as the mentor of this big family, I have to let everyone integrate into the warmth of anarchism and save Gotham from the corrupt capital exploitation. "

Anazi took a piece of paper from outside the camera: "I have buried a bomb in each of the most corrupt places in this city. When you see me here, the collapse of the Tower of Babel has already begun."

Cash's face looked heavy, he felt that the man's choice of words was somewhat inappropriate.

"I know that some people in this city want to and have the ability to dismantle these bombs. It doesn't matter. Anarchy can accommodate everything and I respect your choice." Anarchy opened his arms as if hugging.

"So, I will also try my best to complete my plan. I will not tell you how many bombs I have prepared, nor where they are. I will reveal the answer only when the explosion time is less than three minutes."

"But my ally didn't want to do that. He insisted on leaving something behind."

Anazi placed the paper in his hand in front of the camera. On it was a picture of a hanged stickman with an empty well under his feet.

"I don't see how this has anything to do with me... But anyway, it will be a long night." Anazi put away the paper, "When the sun rises from the horizon, Gotham will usher in true freedom."

Following the concluding speech, the big screen returned to normal and replayed Gotham's bounty cases.

Cash stood up with a gloomy face, and at this moment, the door of the sheriff's office of the Gotham Police Department was pushed open, and Harvey Bullock walked out wearing a coat.

"Did everyone see it? Another lunatic is going to plant a bomb in Gotham." Bullock quickly put on his clothes and shouted to the stunned police officers, "Move!"

The police immediately ran around in a panic. Although it was the first time they had encountered such a situation, the well-trained Gotham police reacted quickly.

Cash was walking against the flow among a group of police officers. He was a wounded person and did not have to participate in the action, but his sense of justice would not let him escape from this matter.

"Sheriff Bullock." Cash called Bullock, who was wearing a hat, "Commissioner Gordon is..."

"He's solving this problem much earlier than us." Brock looked at the bat lights on the dark clouds outside the window, "and his new partner."

For some reason, Cash heard a hint of jealousy and relief in Brock's words.

...

The helicopter rose from the police station's helipad, its spinning blades stirring up the accumulated dust.

Gordon stood under the bat light, watching several helicopters slowly flying towards Gotham. Since Harvey Dent was still busy, he was the only one waiting here today.

Just now, he was leaning on the railing of the police station rooftop, watching Anazi's speech on the big screen not far away.

I had wanted to discuss with Batman the gang fights and the sudden reports of several missing persons of important figures, but now it seems that someone more troublesome has emerged.

“Snap…”

There was a sound of glass breaking, and Gordon turned around to see Batman standing behind him with green glass shards in his hands.

"I thought it would take you a long time to get here." Gordon stood up from the railing.

"Anazi is just a shield in public, the real mastermind behind this is someone else." Batman went straight to the point.

"Is that the one you told me about?" Gordon looked at the debris under Batman's feet. He had seen this thing before.

"Nygma...the Riddler, he is using Anazi, he may be doing something more dangerous." Batman threw the fragments in his hand to the ground, leaving only a chip in his palm.

"But the bomb issue is also important. What do you think Anazi wants to achieve with these things?" Gordon lit a cigarette tiredly.

Unlike usual anarchist terrorist incidents, Anazi himself only said in his video speech that he wanted to plant a bomb, but did not state any of his own demands.

"I'll find out," Batman simply said.

"So what does our police need to do regarding the Riddler?" Gordon turned back to the Riddler.

"I need you to keep a close eye on everything related to astronomy," Batman said.

That afternoon, V suddenly called him and told him that the Riddler was going to cause trouble and left the moon as a key clue.

So, because of what Miss V said, Batman had to work overtime and speed up the collection of the Riddler trophy which was originally postponed.

Various events are intertwined, and Batman has to deal with the most urgent Anazi bomb first.

"Can you find where Anazi's bombs are?"

Gordon felt a little ashamed. As a policeman, he actually asked the vigilantes questions that should have been solved by them.

"Gotham Bank, the government, and the police department." Batman gave a direct answer, "This person's way of thinking is very easy to guess."

"Police station?" Gordon raised his eyebrows. They were now standing on the rooftop of the police station.

As if receiving some order, the big screen in the distance lit up again, and a helicopter that was originally flying towards the city staggered towards the police station like a headless fly.

NO53. The girl who can hear

The live broadcast on the building's screen shows the helicopter pilot's first-person perspective. In other words, there is no pilot here, but rather a pair of robotic arms holding joysticks with question marks drawn on them like graffiti.

"The police department cannot protect the citizens of Gotham. They are just a hotbed of corruption and bribery. They are the umbrella that allows the evildoers to continue to do their evil as a matter of course." Anazi's voice sounded, but it sounded like it came from a recording.

"This is crazy..." Gordon looked at the helicopter crashing towards them in despair. He could even see his ant-sized figure in the live broadcast on the big screen.

"No, it's lucky." Batman saw it differently.

At this distance, his detective mode can scan that there is a robot, a camera, and a considerable amount of explosives in the helicopter.

However, there were no survivors.

Batman pressed the device on his arm, and as he moved, a shell shot out from the corner of the city and hit the tail of the helicopter in mid-air.

The helicopter was spinning, but apparently it did not break into pieces. It just flew towards the roof of the police station in an even more erratic motion.

Of course, this is not the end. The artillery shells are not a means of attack. If the explosives in the plane are detonated at this distance, it will also affect the two people on the roof. The artillery shells that hit the tail of the helicopter directly stuck to the outer shell of the plane.

Batman pressed the switch, and the bomb stuck on the helicopter exploded. The electric current covered the entire helicopter and spread out like water waves.

This was a very high-performance EMP, which directly paralyzed the helicopter, the bombs it carried, and the electronic facilities within a radius of 100 meters.

Gordon saw the screens on the distant buildings flashing and then going dark.

"Bang!!!"

The helicopter turned and crashed into the rooftop, then slid in the snow for a while. Iron fragments flew everywhere like flowers due to the impact.

Gordon put down his hands that were protecting his face and looked at the wreckage of the helicopter in surprise.