I, V, Gotham Legend

Valerie stood up, and for some reason, she did not activate the more efficient Sianwestin this time.

"The chip position of each robot is different... Do you need me to teach you?" Valerie shouted to Batman while slashing at the robot next to her that was shooting at her.

"What are you talking about?" Batman actually had the time to answer.

Robots won't get dizzy after getting punched in the head twice, so they're still a bit tricky for Batman.

Fortunately, Batman did not try to strangle the robot.

"You really need help! This is actually similar to what we usually do." Valerie pressed a robot to the ground and then stepped on it.

The seemingly small and delicate feet were like a jack, crushing the robot's metal head with one step.

"Step down like this, I usually use my left foot."

Not everyone can learn this kind of operation, Batman has his own way.

He shot his grappling gun at the ceiling, and the steel wire moved his body, pulling him into the air and out of the robots' encirclement.

The robots tried to shoot him, but apparently his robotic arms couldn't move fast enough to keep up with Batman's flying speed.

Batman released his grappling hook in mid-air, held up his cape, and fell into the group of robots like a giant bat.

NO68. Unusual?

Batman descended from the sky, holding up his wing-like cape and pounced into the group of robots, crushing all of them with the weight of his entire body.

Then, he used a reverse joint technique to twist the arm of another jointless robot beside him and aimed its long machine gun arm at the group of robots at the other end.

"Ding ding dang dang!" The robot's machine gun fired very cooperatively, but the damage it caused to its friendly forces was very limited.

"Using this weapon is like firing a cannon." Valerie took out a technical shotgun and threw it on the ground not far from Batman.

Batman took a glance, then threw the robot he had locked onto over his shoulder. The flying robot knocked down a large number of people like a rolling log.

He rolled to avoid the attack that almost hit his back, picked up the technical shotgun, then knelt on one knee and aimed at the machine in front of him.

Looking at the yellow-painted high-tech weapon in his hand and feeling its hardness through the gloves, Batman looked dazed for a moment, as if he saw the black gun barrel that killed his parents in Crime Alley.

His childhood experience made him resolutely not use weapons such as guns during operations, but fortunately, the people in front of him were all lifeless robots, so he didn't have to worry too much.

He pulled the trigger, and the bullets scattered and hit the robots, embedding themselves in the iron sheets. But perhaps because of the long distance, they were not shattered into pieces like Valerie was.

"You need to charge up first! Charge up!" Valerie said anxiously, as if she was angry at him for not fighting back. "Press that button. You've seen me fire, right? You should know which one it is, right?"

Although Batman has a deep understanding of the structure and use of every type of gun and is proficient in every gun dismantling technique, he has never seen this kind of gun.

After groping for a while, Batman didn't find any button. In fact, as far as he could remember, Valerie had never pressed any button when using this weapon that could charge power.

The tracks of the robot chassis rolled, and they gathered together, approaching like zombies, with weapons raised in their hands.

Batman raised his gun and dodged the gunfire gracefully. The material of his suit is bulletproof, but it is better to minimize unnecessary wear and tear.

He rolled over and landed right next to another robot. He lifted the barrel of his shotgun and swung the butt of the gun like an axe, smashing open the robot's head.

The robot's main control chip was indeed in its head. It fell forward to the ground like an ordinary person who was shot in the head, becoming part of a pile of metal debris.

The buttstock was of good quality, a piece of metal had just been broken off, but it didn't look like it had suffered much wear and tear.

"Be kind to it ahhhhh!!!" But Valerie, who was chopping the robot with a knife at the side, still screamed very loudly, and it could be heard that she was very distressed.

Batman felt a little surprised. He didn't think the gun in his hand was precious to V. She was the one who threw it at her feet.

He raised the gun again, turned around and aimed at the robot approaching him. Since he still couldn't find the button Valerie mentioned, he decided to follow his guess and press and hold the trigger.

White electricity flashed on the barrel of the gun, and it was obvious that it had entered the charging state. Batman pressed down on the trembling gun body and released his fingers.

The bullet fired with the power of a cannonball, and the large circle of robots that surrounded them were hit by the marbles and shattered like glass products.

Batman determined the true purpose of charging, but after all, it was a shotgun, and there were not many bullets in the barrel, and he didn't really want to ask V for more ammunition.

Fortunately, he did not intend to rely on guns. After clearing out the denser enemies in front of him, he held the still hot barrel of the gun as if it were a knife and rushed towards the robots.

"Snap! Knock, knock, knock!" The sound of gears turning and the teeth-grinding sound of scraping against the wall came from above his head. Batman didn't look up, but he still guessed what happened.

As expected, Nygma's mocking and boastful voice sounded: "Hahahaha... I've already cut one off. Do you want to clean up all the robots and then focus on the riddles? Forget it. You don't have much time!"

"I'm much faster than you!" Valerie used her knife to cut a robot motorcycle head-like body in half. "Fire well!"

Batman did not change the way he used weapons. After knocking down another robot with the butt of his gun, Batman suddenly realized that something was wrong.

Why is V still using a katana when he can easily pull out a more powerful weapon?

It would be fine if she just used the knife. So far, she hasn't used her ability to suddenly accelerate like teleporting.

Not using a more efficient way of doing things seems like deliberately delaying time.

Batman saw a bazooka on the shoulder of a robot not far away surging, and rockets spurted out like fireworks.

Although the correct thing to do is to dodge immediately, Batman somehow raises his weapon and uses the butt of the gun to deflect the rocket that was about to fly towards his face like hitting a baseball.

The rockets were bounced off, some came into close contact with other robots, and some were smashed into the sand, blowing up dust like fountains.

The ground shook with the explosion, as if the entire museum was shaking.

The buttstock was not deformed, and Batman was impressed by the quality of the gun in his hand.

"You really are... Yes, that's how you use it." Valerie's relieved voice sounded.

Batman finally had time to turn around, and he saw Valerie looking at him.

There was an orange glow in her big powder-blue eyes. She just exchanged glances with Batman before immediately looking away and slashing at the other robot with her knife.

"The Riddler is in the room next to us, let's speed up!" Valerie said with her back to Batman.

Batman finally understood something. He slowed down his actions of cleaning the robots, threw his gun aside, and hammered the nearest Tin Man with his iron fists.

"Don't even think about getting to my side! I told you, if you do that, I'll cut all the ropes immediately!" The Riddler was already cutting the second rope, his movements as graceful as if he was cutting a steak.

But he had only cut halfway when the hemp rope seemed unable to bear the weight and was torn into two parts. The upper half was carried directly up, while the lower half hung down due to the gravity of the ground.

The huge rock on top of the Colosseum shook again. It trembled and slid down along the wall, sparks flying on its edges.

But the fall of the boulder was still stopped, and the four remaining ropes behind Nygma were stretched as straight as hooked fishing lines, making an unsettling creaking sound.

"Haha, looks like you're running out of time than I thought." The Riddler relaxed back on the sofa. He did a few fancy moves with his knife, thinking he looked very handsome, and then aimed the blade at the third rope.

No. 69. Trap

"How does it feel? Can you bear the radiation?" Valerie didn't look at Batman, her long knife was cutting the stick cleanly and neatly.

"It gets worse over time, but it's okay in the beginning." Batman answered deliberately following Valerie's lead.

"I see. We must defeat Nygma as soon as possible before he completely loses himself." Valerie emphasized the word "as soon as possible" again.

Batman didn't reply this time, he knew that Valerie wasn't really talking to him.

The Riddler on the screen looked at their fighting style, which did not change much, and felt a little bored for a moment. He had already sawed half of the rope.

"It's so disappointing. I thought you would be more efficient and could pose the slightest threat to me, but now it seems you are just waiting to die." The Riddler looked at the robot holding a camera beside him with boredom.

The robots were almost cleaned up, but there was no need to watch any more, he was already invincible.

Although the rules he set personally were to smash all the robots and find and solve the correct riddle, in reality, none of the robots below carried the correct riddle.

This is a narrative trap. There is indeed a robot with the riddle and the chip to solve the white metal, but it is not in the Colosseum. Instead, it is right next to Nygma, serving him like a servant.

I had originally wanted to watch these two people wailing in helplessness and despair after they realized they had no idea how to solve the problem, but now they had already dismantled the parts all over the floor and hadn't even started analyzing the chip, and his rope had already been cut in half.

"As expected, stupid people are only worthy of being played around with by me."

The Riddler taunted the crowd below the Colosseum.

The Riddler was so frightened by Valerie’s threat in the Sky Cathedral that he actually thought for a moment that he would really be defeated. For this reason, he didn’t even dare to broadcast live in front of the entire city as originally planned.

But now, he has already won.

...

Gotham Police Department helicopters circled the mysterious city blocked by white fog. They were anxiously waiting for countermeasures from their superiors and never dared to go in.

They had tried to send in police cars equipped with anti-gas gear before, but the white mist was not poisonous gas; it was the radiation in it that really caused the problem.

The police car that entered the mysterious city lost contact almost immediately, and the communication signal was interfered. The GPS signal installed in the car showed that they moved normally at the beginning, but then began to run around aimlessly until they stopped as if they hit something.

Due to the power outage, the internal public surveillance could not be retrieved. The police could only know that it was a hell there based on the chaotic crowd and their endless noise within the limited visible range.

What's even more terrifying is that with the heavy rain, the radiation range detected by the instrument is still expanding. Although the helicopter is still circling the white fog, it is actually getting farther and farther away.

Commissioner Gordon sat in one of the helicopters, looking at the city shrouded in smoke, feeling overwhelmed by a feeling of powerlessness.

Police officers monitoring the area have reported that the Batwing has flown into this hell, but the Gotham police, who are responsible for protecting the city, are still hesitating on the periphery.

If he was still a squad leader like before, Gordon could try to lead the team in first, but now as the chief of the Gotham Police Department, he has to consider the safety of his subordinates.

Without a clear countermeasure, rushing in recklessly would only increase the population of people kidnapped by the mysterious city.

Gordon sighed deeply in his heart again. A month ago, he still regarded Batman as a criminal who must be eradicated, but now, he placed all his hopes on him.

"Zizi..." Just as Gordon was still mentally exhausted, a familiar electric current sound rang out. He had heard it many times not long ago.

"What's going on? Didn't they receive an anonymous text message saying that Anazi has been arrested?" Gordon immediately squeezed next to the driver and looked at the display on the console.

The display was prepared by the police department for the purpose of collecting and recording operations, but now the screen keeps changing and becoming distorted.

"Chief Gordon! The live broadcast has started again! Is that Anazi?" The communication rang. This was a report from his subordinates via the walkie-talkie.

"No..." Gordon raised the intercom, his expression solemn, "It's the Riddler..."

The screen images kept changing until a man in a green suit appeared in the frame.

He leaned back on the sofa, holding a small knife in his right hand behind his head, cutting something like sawing wood.

"Oh? The live broadcast can finally start?" Nygma looked towards the camera, and his movements even slowed down.

"Hahaha! Good evening! Gotham, should I say this? It doesn't matter. Since some people who don't want to use their brains cut the wires, the live broadcast will start much slower than I expected."

The Riddler's condescending overhead shot blames Batman for the reason why the show only started now.

"I have live-streamed my victory throughout the City of Mystery, but this obviously cannot make the world recognize my, Edward Nygma's superior wisdom." The Riddler rotated the screen, and a scene of a pair of strangely dressed people fighting a legion of machines appeared on the screen.

"That's Batman! And...V?" Gordon recognized the two people on the screen.

"They are your last hope, and they are only one step away from stopping me. But obviously, the fate of death is closer to them." Nygma declared his victory without any burden.

Although there were still four ropes behind Nygma, he had a hunch that if he cut one more rope, the stone would completely collapse and crush the two people in the arena into minced meat.

This will be a very memorable moment, although Nygma should make some more preparations to at least ensure that they have no chance of a comeback before announcing his victory to Gotham.

But his desire to perform made him unable to wait to start the live broadcast. He wanted to let the whole Gotham see the moment of his great victory!

Nygma had finished his speech to the camera. He glanced at the robot holding the camera, threw away the wallpaper knife, and instead picked up the question mark scepter, placing its sickle-like inward curve against the rope behind him.

The game was over, and now Nygma felt like the executioner who had killed the king in the French siege. He cut the next rope, the most fatal one.

"Oops! I used the wrong weapon!" He also made a hypocritical regretful statement in a sarcastic tone.

"Ku, ku, ku..." In the Colosseum, the sound of idling gears was heard, and Valerie looked up.

"I just thought this guy was going to cheat." Valerie put away her mantis knife, pulled out a rocket launcher from her pocket, and pointed it at the falling boulder.

But she did not fire directly at the boulder. Instead, she moved the muzzle horizontally and fired at the audience stands in front of her.

NO70. Polar reversal

The stone stand is four stories high and appears to have been built and then spliced ​​into the wall, with the lower part consisting of several arches buried by rubble.

The rocket hit the load-bearing column of the stand directly in front. After a loud explosion, the entire stand tilted forward like a knocked-over domino.

The forward-leaning stands held up the boulder like building blocks, but were still broken by the rapidly falling rocks. Gravel and dust fell like snowflakes.

But the fall of the boulder was still affected, and the end that hit the stands was lifted up. The boulder, which was enough to cover the entire Colosseum, tilted like a frisbee thrown to the ground.

Although the falling boulder created a space, the entire boulder and the stands collapsed together, which seemed to be even worse.

Batman reacted quickly, and after seeing that the stands could not hold up the rocks, he ran forward to a relatively safe area, avoiding the falling debris.

The boulder was designed to basically cover the entire Colosseum, but the stands originally belonged to the "wall" outside the Colosseum. In the event that the stands themselves collapsed, the original location of the stands would be a safe area that would not be hit by the boulder.