The Death Knell

In the huge Batcave, only the sound of Vico's yelling was left. She still continued her performance in front of the camera, and had decided to regard today's date as a lucky number in the future.

Not only did he survive Deathstroke, he also saw many dark secrets that he had never thought of before. She got as much big news in one day as she did in the past year. She is now in a very happy mood and is more determined to pursue a career in journalism.

Unfortunately, Barbara was not so happy.

She originally thought Batgirl was the city's hero, but it turned out to be like this.

Batgirl has a dark heart and doesn't trust anyone. You can tell what kind of life she lives just by listening to it.

Seeing this machine and the surveillance of everyone in the city gave Barbara a sense of emptiness like a disillusioned idol.

Su Ming saw that she seemed to be completely distracted, and now several people were still waiting for her results, waving their hands in front of her.

"I said, if you want to pay tribute to your girlish feelings, you should change the time. Shouldn't you check the license plate number first? Gordon is still waiting for rescue."

"Uh, wait a minute."

Barbara came to her senses and began typing in the license plate engraved on Gordon's glasses.

Yes, no matter what the bat is, she is just one of the people wearing tights. It’s so stupid for me to regard her as the hope of the city...

Regardless of whether Bat's voyeurism is normal or not, her person-finding program is indeed well-deserved. Almost immediately, the car's registration information appeared on the big screen.

It doesn't matter who the owner of the car is. The name is most likely a pseudonym. What matters is its trajectory today.

If there is no one from today, then traces from the past will do, such as where it stopped, where it refueled, and areas where it often appears. As long as they have these, the system can draw a small enough area for them to search, and professional mercenaries can definitely find clues.

No one can avoid so many hidden probes, and people will definitely leave traces wherever they pass.

Barbara called up all the videos, conducted inquiries and cross-comparisons. The large screen in front of her was divided into countless small ones, and began to play crazily at the same time. The program would filter out all useful information based on digital recognition technology.

The worst-case scenario that Su Ming expected did not happen, because the whereabouts of the car today were quickly summarized by the system, and the final destination was marked on the map.

"No, not here."

Seeing the last flashing red dot on the map, Su Ming shook his head helplessly. In such a big Gotham, with so many places to hide, why was it the place he least expected.

"What? Is there something wrong here?"

Barbara called up the information about this area. In the information display, the name here is Indian Hill, a scrapyard located near the river terminal in eastern Gotham.

Before Gotham City was built, it was an Indian reservation, hence its name. However, with the continuous advancement of urbanization, the Indians finally succumbed to the power of capital.

They sold the hill where the bones of their ancestors were buried in exchange for a long string of numbers on the check, and then left Gotham. It is said that they went to Las Vegas to open a casino and became rich.

But no one remembers who bought it and what they originally planned to do. They only remember that a long time ago, probably after the invention of the automobile, this was the place where Gotham disposed of scrapped vehicles.

Before old cars are crushed into small metal cubes and sent to steel mills for reuse, they are stacked one on top of the other like bricks to form hills.

Today's Indian Hill is more like homeless hill. Countless homeless people like to build a nest in an abandoned car to spend the cold nights. Maybe they can make a fire and roast what they find in the trash. leftovers.

At least, it was a place that no gangster looked down upon. There was no oil or water at all. Even the land was as barren as the people there, and nothing could be grown. Even thieves and robbers who operate in the dark will not go there, because their efforts are destined to be in vain.

What can you expect from a garbage woman and a homeless person? Fleas and bed bugs?

Barbara didn't know why Deathstroke showed resistance after seeing Indian Hill. He and Cindy mentioned Arkham and Blackgate Prison without changing their expressions, talking and laughing, as if it was easy to get in and out of there.

But no matter how you look at it, a scrap car yard cannot be compared with the other two places, right?

Cindy also didn't understand. Could it be that Su's mysophobia had developed to a pathological level and that she would feel itchy all over when hearing homeless people? Probably not, if that were the case, he would have screamed as soon as he took a breath of Gotham air.

Su Ming looked at the two of them and fiddled with the armor on his elbow, thinking about how to speak.

He was not a local resident, and he knew exactly where Indian Hill was under the cover of the scrapyard.

In the DC main world, there is a research center secretly established by the United States after World War II. The research project is biological and chemical weapons...

According to the nature of the Dark Multiverse, things will only develop in a worse direction, so the Indian Mountain here should be that kind of place.

Every imaginable biochemical project can be found there, but the owner has changed from the US government to the Amazon Council.

Cyborgs, mutants, genetic monsters, deadly viruses, doomsday weapons...

He and Cindy should be fine, but the 8 million people in the city are in danger.

If Gotham is destroyed, no matter who destroys it, Bliss from Earth Minus 11 will become a super villain.

When Atlantis flooded Gotham, she became a "drown"; if Gotham was destroyed because of the biochemical weapons studied by Amazon, she might become a "drown". If Gotham didn't survive for other reasons. If not, she might become 'burnt', 'destroyed' or something like that.

No matter what name she takes after turning dark, as long as she falls into darkness, Barbatos' conspiracy will succeed, and he will have another member of the Dark Knights.

But at this moment, Falcone had prepared a big gift for the Assassin League and lured them there.

If Su Ming and the others went in before the ninjas, they would undoubtedly be shocked, and if they went too late, Gordon might be in danger, which made him a little hesitant.

His brain was running wildly, making calculations and conjectures.

The two women watched him staring at the big screen in a daze, and exchanged incomprehensible looks with each other, but they both knew that Su Ming would not find it difficult for no reason, so they waited quietly for an explanation.

Su Ming finally sighed and told them what he could. He just said that in his original world, there was an underground biochemical research institute, and some not-so-good things had escaped from it.

"What do you mean when you say it's not good?"

Cindy also became serious and asked further. Any experiments related to the military are often weapons, such as Deathstroke himself.

"On your side, magic is also used in the military, so when technology and magic are combined, I don't know what will be inside. Maybe it's zombies with magic? Maybe it's the black death virus modified by magic."

Hearing this, not to mention Barbara, even Cindy was startled. It turned out that they thought the jester was the craziest person in the world, but it turned out that it was the politicians and generals who were the craziest.

There are 8 million people in Gotham City, and they have been living unconsciously on a huge poison tank for decades.

"Now...it's a bit difficult to handle." Cindy also thought of Su Ming's previous problem. She bared her teeth unconsciously, took out the wine bottle and took a sip.

"If you want to talk about good news, there is one." Su Ming also took out his own bottle and bit open the cork. When he found Barbara looking at him, he frowned: "You can't drink it. You haven't drank it yet." adult."

Barbara stared at him with a look like you're kidding me: "I'm waiting for your good news, not to drink your wine."

"I know, it's just a joke..." Su Ming raised his neck and downed half a bottle of wine. He didn't feel anything special and his mind was still very clear: "The good news is, it should be in the 1990s. It stopped functioning. If there is something that has breached containment, Falcone is the first one to confront it. As of now, he is still alive."