I, V, Gotham Legend

Batman shot out his hook, which passed through the arch in the middle of the stands, sending his body flying through the debris and dust.

A suddenly open space behind the stands came into view, and surprisingly, Valerie was already standing outside the safe range.

The hook drove Batman's body to fly to Valerie, and the stands collapsed behind him, raising a cloud of dust.

The huge rock in the sky followed closely behind. Originally, due to the friction between its edge and the wall, the rock's falling speed was not very fast, but after being tilted by the stands, it fell even faster.

By the time Batman had stood up, the boulder had already crashed into the ground, with the sunken end inserted into the sand. However, such a shallow layer of soil obviously could not support its huge size, and the raised end also slid down quickly, like closing a toilet lid.

Valerie and Batman stood together and watched the boulder collapse completely, blocking their way like a wall.

The ground shook like an earthquake, and darkness once again enveloped the two people who did not rely on light. This makeshift safe area turned into a secret room with no exit.

The dust filled the narrow room, making people want to cough. Valerie suddenly turned her head and looked above Batman's head.

"Aren't you going to get those chips?" Valerie asked suddenly.

"Nygma found a loophole in the rules. The chip we need is not there." Batman responded.

Seeing the Riddler cut the rope in advance, he had already guessed the result.

"No...I'm not talking to you." Valerie suddenly made it clear.

"I know." Batman just replied, and then the two fell silent again.

In the ship model exhibition hall next door, Nygma looked at the screen that was distorted due to the damage to the surveillance system, but his expression did not relax.

Before the surveillance was destroyed, he clearly saw Valerie firing the bazooka. He didn't expect that this woman had such a trick up her sleeve.

Damn, they wouldn't have survived by chance, would they?

Fortunately, Nygma had considered a backup plan in case the boulder didn't kill anyone, and he had buried explosives under the museum, but now, he had to leave.

Nygma straightened up and noticed the robot holding a camera next to him.

"Haha, this thing that can record images is truly the greatest invention in human history. I guess the moment I achieved complete victory has been recorded by all the media in the city, right?"

Despite his inner uneasiness, Nygma did not hesitate to announce his victory to the camera.

Anyway, if he detonates this place after leaving the museum, he will still be the winner in the end.

The Riddler looked back at the distorted screen. Although it would be best to leave right now, this might be the last live broadcast tonight, and his inner desire to perform made him want to give one last speech.

After hesitating for a moment, he decided to follow his heart. He picked up the question mark scepter from the side, and stood up from the sofa.

"See? The ending has already been determined. Both the Gotham Police Department and these so-called superheroes are nothing but a bunch of trash."

The Riddler made himself look like he was smiling intelligently and slowly approached the camera.

"Or rather, in front of me, the Riddler, everyone is nothing but trash... Hehe, it seems that I have a lot in common with Anarchy's pawns."

As he spoke, Nygma seemed to remember something and raised the question mark scepter in front of his eyes.

"Speaking of anarchism, did you notice that this live broadcast is the same as that kid's bomb show? No, it's so obvious that even a dumb person can see it.

So let me reveal the secret, I did it all! One night of dynamite, dirty bombs, and one of your poor poisons!"

The latter sentence was obviously spoken to the victims of the mysterious city through infrasound. Nygma enjoyed the feeling of explaining his plan, which gave him a sense of satisfaction.

Having said that, the time for the speech is almost up, and it's time to go to my other hidden base and think about how to use the mysterious city to satisfy myself more.

Nygma did not turn off the camera immediately. He turned around and walked towards the exit, leaving only his handsome back to the camera.

"The last riddle of the night. Sometimes I am in front of you, sometimes I am behind you. I always follow you, but I am not your friend. Who am I?"

He is alone here and no one can answer his questions. This is just a conclusion he has made on the future relationship between himself and this city. The Riddler will become a shadow hanging over Gotham.

He didn't expect an answer, but before he calmly walked to the door of the exit and put his hand on the door handle, he suddenly heard a sound that shouldn't be here.

"shadow."

It was a plain voice, yet as cold as if it were in an ice cellar. Nygma knew that the owner of this voice should have been crushed into a pulp by him in the Colosseum.

Nygma's hand on the door froze, his heart felt like it was suddenly grasped by a big hand, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

Who is outside the door?

The question in his mind was soon answered. The luxuriously decorated door in front of him suddenly trembled, and a fist wearing an incongruous purple glove pierced through the door.

The sudden fist startled Nygma. He retreated in panic, watching the hand retract behind the door in disbelief.

Perhaps the previous blow broke the door lock, the door was pushed open, and a slim woman wearing a purple mask and tights appeared behind the door.

Nygma had seen her before, in the church not long ago, as V's follower. He thought that ordinary people like her would not dare to enter the mysterious city.

"Now it's my turn to ask you a question." Helena didn't say anything. Valerie's voice came from the intercom in her hand: "What green, cowardly and arrogant thing is about to be beaten?"

NO71. Walking into a trap

Rather than slowly finding the riddle according to the Riddler's rules, Valerie prefers a more brainless approach.

While the battle was going on in the Colosseum, Valerie had contacted Helena by phone and sent her a map.

On the surface, Valerie was fighting together with Batman, but in fact she was talking to Helena. While fighting, she was teaching her little follower how to control the hovercraft.

Helena flew the hovercraft to a position close to Nygma's room, blasted a hole in the ceiling to enter the museum, and then rushed to the door of the room under Valerie's telephone instructions.

The Riddler's self-confidence caused him to miss the best opportunity to escape, and now he is forced to face Helena.

Nygma was frightened by the woman who broke in violently and took a few steps back, then realized that he was still broadcasting live.

"Stop her! Riddle Robot!" Nygma shouted. There were only two motorcycle-headed robots in the room. They raised their hands with machine guns tied to them and stood in front of their master like zombies.

Facing the gun pointed at her, Helena was no longer as nervous as before. She had dismantled many similar robots on the way here.

Helena raised her arms like the robots, and purple gun barrels protruded from her incongruous forearms, looking as thick as cannon barrels.

The projectile popped out of the gun barrel, and the two robots whose weapons were already loaded were hit head-on by Helena's projectile before they could fire.

The impact of the projectile will not damage the delicate and sturdy robot, but the grenade embedded in the metal will explode mercilessly.

The two robots were engulfed in debris and flames from the explosion. They didn't last even five seconds, and the Riddler who was hiding behind them had already run to the other side of the room.

Helena walked into the room, her eyes fixed on Nygma.

The robot holding the camera was still following Nygma, but this time he finally lost his composure and Nygma snatched the camera from the robot.

"You! Go! Stop her!" Nygma turned off the live broadcast and gave orders to the service robot.

The robot only obeys orders. It raised its empty mechanical arm and turned the track wheels without hesitation to rush towards Helena.

[If nothing goes wrong, that robot is what we are looking for. Don't damage the chip.] Valerie's communication sounded, she seemed to be digging something, and the mechanical sound on the other end of the phone was very noisy.

Valerie had been sharing her vision through Helena's eye mask, and was therefore able to give commands instantly.

"I understand." Helena nodded, then she raised her heavy arms, crossed her hands, and stared at the robot rushing towards her.

Then he clenched his fists, raised them high, and when the robot rushed in front of him, he smashed it down hard like playing whack-a-mole.

The fist hit the robot's head directly, smashing it into the floor like a carrot.

Then Helena stroked the robot's skull with her glove and plucked its head off like a bean sprout.

The pulled-out head was connected to wires, just like blood vessels and muscle tissue. The robot's struggling body stopped twitching. It seemed that the robot's control chip was in its head.

Helena opened the robot's head and saw a chip with a green question mark graffiti on it. She put this important thing into her belt.

Although Helena's movements were clean and neat, the Riddler managed to escape behind a cupboard where there was a ventilation vent.

After using the Question Mark Staff to pry open the vent, Nygma crawled in like a dog. Perhaps because he felt it was a bit humiliating, he shouted fiercely before running away: "Just wait! This is my territory! I'm going to kill all of you!"

If he hadn't been rolling and crawling, perhaps saying this would have felt a little oppressive.

Helena did not chase after him. Her main task was to prevent the Riddler from escaping from her side. Someone was waiting for him on the other side of the vent. Nygma had already fallen into the trap.

The feeling of dizziness was getting worse and worse. Anarqi's miserable condition was still before her eyes. She had to get back to the hovercraft before she completely lost her sense of direction.

At this moment, Nygma was holding the camera in his mouth, crawling darkly in the damp ventilation duct. The further he walked, the more shame he felt in his heart.

His original plan was to take a helicopter that had been prepared in advance from the rooftop, evacuate safely while elegantly broadcasting the destruction of the museum live.

However, the normal evacuation direction was interrupted by the sudden intrusion of the woman in purple, and his helicopter was probably in danger.

But he felt that he had not failed yet. After climbing out of the ventilation duct, he should be close to the exit of the dinosaur hall, from where he could leave the museum.

After I get out, I’ll find a safe place and live broadcast the bombing of the museum. I’m still the final winner!

The Riddler's heart was burning with the flame of shame, and he couldn't wait to avenge his past humiliation.

The air in the ventilation duct was turbid, with damp moss everywhere, and occasionally the sound of cockroaches rustling through could be heard.

Nygma felt even more humiliated that as a noble Riddler, he had to be with these disgusting things, which made him even more eager to blow up the place.

After turning countless corners, a faint light finally shone through from the end of the pipe, and Nygma also heard the sound of dripping rain.

Success! Although the process was as bumpy as a roller coaster, I was going to escape! The one who won in the end was me, Edward Nygma!

Nygma used the Question Mark Scepter to pry open the vent and crawled out of the ventilation duct like a mouse. He was so relieved at having survived the disaster and at the unexpected turn of events that he couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Hahaha! I am better than you after all!" He raised his head and embraced freedom like a prisoner who had successfully escaped from prison.

However, after seeing the situation clearly, Nygma's smug smile immediately froze on his face.

Two people stood in front of him. The woman with blue hair and yellow clothes was squatting, playing with a crowbar in her hand.

The man in black stood silently behind the woman, his exposed chin pouting gloomily.

"I knew you would come out from here, remember what I said? I remember this place." Valerie looked down at Nygma, a smug expression on her delicate little face.

Nygma was stunned for a moment, then spit out the camera in his mouth and tried to back away as if nothing had happened.

But it was obviously too late. Valerie gave up grabbing Nygma's collar, stood up, and brought the green man in front of her.

"I finally caught you!" Valerie was half a head shorter than Nygma and she bent over deliberately, forcing Nygma to kneel and look up.

"No! You can't do that! I'm the Riddler!" Nygma realized what fate would happen to him next.

Valerie didn't care about that. She knocked the Riddler's head against the wall.

Then, the mercenary gripped the crowbar tightly, and the fierce blows poured out like a rainstorm.

NO72. Some personal grudges

Nygma was pressed against the wall by Valerie, and the crowbar hit his body like beating a drum. Valerie deliberately avoided the back of the head and neck that might make people faint, and only attacked the limbs.

Valerie picked up this crowbar casually, and she deliberately modified it. The damage caused by the crowbar was not even as good as Valerie's own fist, not to mention that she deliberately avoided the vital parts, so it was difficult to cause effective damage.

But that's not important. Valerie just wants to have a good time first. The crowbar's attack effect is very good, which means Valerie can hit several more times.

Nygma fell to the ground, his upper body against the wall, wailing in pain. At first he was thinking about finding a chance to fight back, but Nygma's fighting power was not as good as that of a goose. He had no power to fight back at the hands of Valerie, who was both cheating and experienced in battle.

The sound of the iron rod hitting cloth and flesh was incessant, and you could see the afterimage of Valerie's swinging the rod, as if she was venting the frustration that had been suppressed in her heart for a long time.

"Guessing a riddle, huh? Not speaking human language, huh? Mocking me, huh?" Valerie knocked and shouted. She hated it most when people mocked her IQ!

"Ah! You brute...ah! Stop! Let's talk it over!" The Riddler still wanted to be tough, but the storm-like attack made it impossible for him to be tough.

"Damn it! Aww! Aren't you a hero?! Detective! Now a harmonious and kind citizen of Gotham is facing a brutal and rude attack! Aww!" The Riddler even began to ask Batman for help.

But Batman just stared at him with his white eyes, showing no emotion at all.

"This guy is so deeply poisoned now that he doesn't know anything!" Valerie explained proudly.

"Impossible! Aaaah! Everyone who is irradiated by the white metal can hear my voice!" The Riddler huddled up with his hands on his head, obviously having rich experience of being bullied.

This bullied look made Valerie a little hesitant to do it, but when she thought of the Riddler's arrogant and asking for a beating expression before, her fists, which had already softened, hardened again.

A tragic past is not a reason to be forgiven. The Riddler has already harmed a conservatively estimated 130,000 people tonight, and countless more people have been indirectly killed by the Mystery City.

Valerie held Nygma's head and tried to smash him against the wall like she had smashed the robots.

But before she could do anything, Batman called out to her: "V..."

"Ah..." Valerie sighed loudly on purpose, "Can't you just pretend you didn't see anything? You're almost blind now anyway."

"You can still see clearly if you concentrate. What I mean is..." Batman walked to Valerie, "It's my turn."

Valerie looked at Batman in surprise, then nodded in understanding and stepped aside.

Batman has been deeply poisoned. His steps seem frivolous and unsteady at first glance, but no one would think that he really has no strength.

"No...you can't..." Nygma was already leaning against the wall, his legs were so painful that he didn't even have a clue how to escape.