I, V, Gotham Legend

After all, he was just a child, so Batman didn't knock him out. Instead, he used handcuffs to restrain Anazi's movements, then stood up and tried to dismantle the dirty bomb.

Although the power supply had been cut off, it was still better to be safe. Batman looked serious and was about to remove the safety device in front of the launch pad.

But just before he put the tiny magnetic prop on the safety rack, the lights in the room that was supposed to have been cut off suddenly came on.

Green question marks were densely printed on the wall, surrounding a string of English words in flowing fonts in the center.

[I already knew, what is it that talks nonsense and yet is so high and mighty?]

The ceiling above my head opened automatically, and the night sky covered by dark clouds came into view.

The missile shell on the launch pad fell off, and under the warhead was an electronic watch that was counting down.

"Nygma has prepared a backup power supply?!" Anazi was very shocked. He had never heard of such a thing.

There is only an electronic watch in the missile thruster, which means that the missile itself cannot be launched at all.

The backup power supply, the dirty bomb with only the warhead, and the slogan on the wall all represent that Nygma believed from the beginning that Anazi would fail here.

This was not a fallback or backup plan, but a determination that Anazi realized that he had never been taken seriously by Nygma.

The countdown for the dirty bomb was only ten seconds, and it was too late to defuse it. Batman immediately turned around and picked up Anazi. He wanted to get away from here immediately.

The devastating feeling of betrayal filled Anazi's heart so much that he hadn't come to his senses yet.

"What's in the dirty bomb?!" Batman carried Anazi and used a grappling hook to lift himself into the air. The grappling hook grabbed the batwing that he had summoned in advance and took them away from here as quickly as possible.

Although people always equate dirty bombs with nuclear bombs, dirty bombs are essentially the release of large amounts of radioactive material. However, neither Anazi nor Nygma are obviously crazy enough to die with the entire population of Gotham.

"A dirty bomb won't kill anyone...it will bring about a new era of equality..." Anazi remembered the words the Riddler left him when the cooperation was just reached.

"boom!"

Before he could finish his words, a violent explosion sounded, and a strong wind blew the two of them into the air...

...

The Flying Church rose into the night sky like a rocket, and it looked like it would soon reach the dark clouds.

"Do you know how I found the Court of Owls?" Nygma was playing with a question mark-shaped scepter in his hand.

"Can't you find this even with a dog?" Valerie said with disdain, sitting in a chair.

"Hiss..." The Riddler took a deep breath and reminded himself in his heart not to get angry with a dying person. However, his desire to show off made his heart feel uncomfortable as if it was being tickled.

He decided to speak out: "White metal is a mineral native to the Pacific islands, and it contains all kinds of radioactive substances that can poison people.

Interestingly, I discovered that a lot of celebrities in Gotham are actually buying this stuff, and it's clearly not some addictive drug.

So following the clues, in my wisdom, the Court of Owls is just a bunch of rats."

"Boom!!!" At this moment, a violent explosion suddenly sounded. Because it was high in the sky, the church did not feel the shaking.

The Riddler smiled as if everything was planned, while Valerie and Helena looked out the window in shock.

A white mushroom cloud rose in the distance, rising among the tall buildings, like a wild flower suddenly growing among the rubble.

"Originally the riddle wasn't like this, but after discovering this interesting white metal, I changed my mind."

Nygma looked outside the screen, apparently also admiring the mushroom cloud.

Originally, he wanted to challenge Batman to a puzzle to kidnap all the people of Gotham, but after learning the specific effects of white metal, he changed his mind.

By studying and imitating the radioactive material of white metal, and then modifying the dirty bomb, the radioactive material is sealed inside.

Just like that, a large island of Gotham was submerged in white metal, creating a timeless dream city filled with only riddles!

"The rain will enhance the radioactivity of white metal, making these good things a part of Gotham." Nygma had seen the church disappear into the dark clouds through the camera outside the church.

"This is truly the most successful rain-making ceremony in history. You are the pair of virgins that I sacrifice to God...what do you think?" The Riddler was already confident of victory. He sat back in his chair and looked at Valerie triumphantly.

Helena was at a loss as to what to do, but seeing how calm Valerie was, for some reason she felt inexplicably relieved.

"You mean, offering sacrifices to the gods in the sky to pray for rain? That's your plan?" Valerie suddenly sat up straight. "Do you think there really is a god in the world?"

"What's wrong with you? Of course there is no so-called God in the world! My plan is a metaphor full of religious depth!" The Riddler was annoyed by Valerie's childish question. "No matter what it is, as long as it has depth, it is a work of art! Especially a gorgeous riddle! You will soon become a part of the art!"

"Don't worry, I already know your good intentions." Valerie finally stood up from the chair, "But, you also said that there are no gods in the sky, so what do you think should be in the sky?"

The Riddler felt that Valerie's sudden question was simply inexplicable, and was just a way to delay time before death. But just before he was about to open his mouth and scold again, he suddenly noticed something unusual in the surveillance.

That was outdoor surveillance. Through the layers of dense clouds, the shadow of a building was faintly shining in the gray layer.

ps: Tickets (crying)

(showing belly)

NO58. Leave professional matters to professionals

What appeared to be a half-built building was suspended in mid-air, with a jet at the bottom of the building carrying a concrete base poking out from the dark clouds.

A small house was built with glass panels on a rectangular floating concrete base the size of a basketball court. The house was too small, only about the size of a security booth. If Nygma was not too close, it would be almost impossible for him to see it.

Valerie's secret space station base plan is still in the experimental stage, and this floating foundation is one of the failed products.

Valerie's in-game body is confused about vehicle identification, but if she successfully identifies a vehicle as her own, it will be extremely convenient.

For example, it can be summoned at will, and if it is broken, it can be summoned again in another place and it will be a complete car again, and most importantly, it no longer needs fuel.

After obtaining the identity, Valerie immediately bought a car and successfully identified it as a summonable vehicle.

Later, the floating car she developed herself was also judged to be a success.

Therefore, when she was building the space station, the most important condition for determining whether to continue was whether she could be summoned.

This not only makes it convenient to go home, but even if you encounter someone you can't beat in the future, you can directly summon the space station to cause a huge earthquake.

The foundation of this space station cannot be judged as a vehicle and is obviously a failure. It was built by Valerie after she could no longer bear dozens of failed experiments in a month and had the mentality that it was good enough.

But after building a small house, he immediately gave up because he was unwilling to give up.

Fortunately, I really wanted to let it go at that time, so I pressed the automatic navigation system. Otherwise, if Valerie wanted to leave here, she could only take Helena on a hovercraft, which would have seemed a bit shameful no matter how you looked at it.

It’s a pity that it takes time for this thing to fly and the fuel is limited. In order to create a cool look, Valerie deliberately made this thing fly through the dark clouds.

In Nygma's opinion, an island the size of a basketball court slowly emerged from the dark clouds without warning and crashed into the church.

"What is this? An island? A city in the sky? Where did this come from?!" Nygma shouted in surprise, as noisy as a monkey.

Valerie breathed a sigh of relief in her heart. She was controlling the machine remotely through the network in her brain, but the signal here was not very good, making it difficult for her to move.

She walked to the windowsill again and looked at the island rushing towards her.

The cement base broke through the dark clouds, and the small glass house above reflected the few rays of light. The scene was like the end of the world, bringing a huge sense of oppression to people's hearts.

"I don't care what you are going to do, it's too late!" The Riddler swallowed and readjusted his mindset.

Church has successfully reached the cloud layer, he only needs to press the detonation button and the plan will be a complete success!

Valerie obviously understood this. She turned around and looked at the Riddler on the big screen: "White metal has no effect on me... Let me guess, you are still in Gotham City, right? Of course you are. This kind of remote-controlled bomb can only be controlled in a close enough environment."

The signal here is delayed even for Valerie, let alone Nygma. If he wants to control the explosives remotely, he must be hiding in the area under his feet.

"I will find you out. Didn't you always say you wanted to be famous? I will make you look bad in front of the entire city of Gotham."

Valerie calmly stated the threat that most struck at Nygma's heart.

"I will press you to the ground and rub you, so that everyone in the city will realize how stupid and ridiculous you are. When people mention self-inflicted trouble or failure, they will immediately think of a corresponding name."

"You..." Nygma's teeth were almost broken. Valerie's words made his heart skip a beat, but then his heart was filled with anger.

"Do you think that I, the Riddler, would be found by you as easily as a mouse? And that I would be humiliated by you?! You, you rude fellow! You blue idiot who overestimates your own abilities!"

Nygma had been successfully provoked. He ignored the fact that the button that could blow up the church was right next to him. The shame in his heart made him want to scold Valerie first.

Nygma's awkward personality made him one step behind, and after just a few words of talking, the concrete foundation had already crashed straight into the church. Valerie just flashed and disappeared from the camera together with Helena.

The bricks were pushed open, and the various rain-inducing materials hidden inside rolled to the ground like fireworks.

Valerie pushed the island forward at full speed, using up all of its fuel, and the church looked as if it had been hit by an asteroid.

"NOOO ...

If this continues, more than half of the church will be destroyed and Nygma's plan will be greatly compromised.

He hurriedly took out the remote control and immediately pressed the button.

The explosion started at the base of the church and engulfed the entire building from bottom to top.

However, it was already too late. In order to ensure that the rain-inducing agents could be injected into the dark clouds as completely as possible, Nygma tried his best to hide them in the church.

But under the impact of the concrete island, half of the church tilted forward like a felled tree and fell into the abyss.

One third of the rain-inducing bombs prepared by the Riddler were wasted by this blow. Despite this, a considerable amount was still spread into the clouds like a shock wave.

Helena shook her head and found herself sitting in a floating car with the door closed. She could see the exploded church through the window.

She remembered that she was still at a loss in the church just a moment ago, and now she was hiding in the safety of the car, watching the church explode like a pod scattering seeds.

The impact of the explosion blew the hovercraft outward for a while, but Valerie managed to stabilize the body of the vehicle.

Valerie raised her eyes and looked through the projection window at the concrete island that was blown into pieces with a complicated expression.

She prepared the cement island after several iterations, and it almost became a secret base, but it was blown up in the end.

Valerie looked away and took another deep breath in her heart.

Just destroy the garbage.

Large amounts of dry ice and rain-inducing agents such as silver iodide were sprinkled into the dense dark clouds, absorbing heat from the atmosphere and condensing water vapor.

"Plop..." The sound of water drops hitting the carport could be heard.

It seems that today is the day carefully selected by Nygma for action. Even though the rain-inducing bomb has been weakened, it can still cause a heavy rain.

The heavy rain would combine with the large-scale leakage of white metal radiation on the ground to produce a stronger effect. Although the affected area had been weakened to the size of an island at most, the Riddler's plan was still successful.

"V..." Helena looked at Valerie with self-blame. She felt that she was of no use.

"Huh... detective work should really be left to professionals." Valerie patted the steering wheel with both hands. She finally figured it out.

"What?" Helena looked confused.

PS: For the sake of health, the author needs to adjust his work and rest schedule, and the next chapter will still be updated in the afternoon (whether there will be additional chapters depends on the situation...mainly because I have no manuscripts left).

Football tickets. The monthly tickets are doubled these days. I'm so greedy! (Showing her soft and fragrant belly, rolling on the ground.)

NO59. The Lost World

Batman felt as if the heaven and earth were being pulled, and his head was splitting, as if he had been spinning in place tens of thousands of times.

To be more precise, this feeling is like being locked in a box, and someone outside is constantly turning the box over, making it impossible to tell the direction or see anything clearly.

The nausea and dizziness made him want to stop and rest, but this was obviously impossible.

If nothing unexpected happened, he was still hooking the tail of the Batwing with a grappling hook and carrying Anazi on his shoulder.

Although he was as far away as possible, he was still too close to the dirty bomb, and the large amount of radiation still made him poisoned.

There was also the noisy sound of electricity and the worried cry of the housekeeper Ah Fu in his ears, but due to the poisoning, he could hardly hear them.

I'm already in this state, let alone Anazi who is still on my shoulders.

There is no harmless radiation in the world. If they are engulfed by the explosion head-on, not to mention the impact of the dirty bomb blast, the huge radiation they face directly is enough to kill them.

Batman was concentrating with all his might, trying to stay focused in a world that was constantly spinning like a tumbler.

This was not completely ineffective. With his terrifying willpower, he barely saw his current position. Now, he was hanging on the landing wheels of the bat wing.

To his own relief, he did not abandon Anazi.

In the spinning world, Batman tried his best to hook his feet towards the driver's seat lowered from the bottom of the Batwing, which could lift him back to the cockpit.

The cockpit can only accommodate one person, but Batman no longer has time to care about so much. He doesn't have the energy to stuff Anazi into the rear cabin, let alone throw him out.

"Boom!" It sounded like thunder, but it was more like the sound of something exploding. The sound was so loud that it startled Batman and he realized that his legs were hooked in the wrong direction.

After changing direction, his legs finally grabbed the driver's seat. Batman mustered up his strength, hugged Anazi to his chest, and wrapped his whole body around the driver's seat.

The chair was lifted back like a closed pencil case, bringing him back to the safety of the cockpit.