In the huge bat cave, only Vico's screaming voice remained, and she continued her performance in front of the camera, and had decided to make today's date a lucky number for the future.
Not only did he survive the hands of Deathstroke, but he also saw many dark secrets that he had not thought of before.
Today's big news is the same as in the past year, and she is now in a very happy mood and has strengthened her determination to pursue a career in journalism.
It's a pity that Barbara's side is not so happy.
Originally, she thought that Batgirl was the hero of the city, but it turned out to be the way it was.
Batgirl has a dark heart and doesn't trust anyone, just listening to it will know what kind of life she lives.
Seeing the machine, and the surveillance of everyone in the city, gives Barbara a sense of disillusionment.
Su Ming looked at her as if she was completely distracted, and now several people were still waiting for her results, reaching out and shaking in front of her.
"I said, if you want to pay tribute to your girlish feelings, don't you look up the license plate number now?
Gordon is still waiting for rescue. ” "Uh, wait a minute."
Barbara came to her senses and began typing the license plate engraved on Gordon's glasses. yes, the bat is good, she's just one of the people in the straitjacket, and it's stupid to still think of her as the hope of the city Not to mention whether the bat's voyeurism is normal, but her search process does live up to its name, and almost immediately, the car's registration information appeared on the big screen.
It doesn't matter who the owner is, the name is most likely a pseudonym, what matters is the trajectory of its actions today.
If there is no today, then traces of the past can also be traced, such as where it docked, where it refueled, and the areas where it often appeared.
With that, the system can carve out a small enough area for them to search, and the two death knells will definitely be able to find clues.
No one can avoid so many hidden probes, and there must be traces where people pass.
Barbara called up all the footage, looked it up and cross-compared, and the large screen in front of her was split into countless smaller ones, and at the same time began to play wildly, and the program would sift through all the useful information according to the digital recognition technology.
The worst-case scenario that Su Ming expected was not discovered, because the whereabouts of the car today were quickly summarized by the system, and the final destination was marked on the map.
"No, don't be here."
Seeing the last red dot on the map, Su Ming shook his head helplessly, such a big Gotham, so many places to hide, why is it the place he least wants.
"What?
Is there anything wrong here?
” Barbara retrieves information about the area, which is listed as Mount Indian, and is a scrap yard near the river terminal in Gotham.
Before Gotham City was built, it was a reservation for the Indians, hence the name, but with the continuous advancement of urbanization, the Indians finally succumbed to the power of capital.
They sold the hill where their ancestors' bones were buried in exchange for a long string of numbers on the check, and then left Gotham, supposedly to open a casino in Las Vegas and become rich.
But no one remembers who bought it or what it was intended to do, except that it was a long, long time ago, after the invention of the automobile, it was where Gotham disposed of end-of-life vehicles.
Before the old cars are crushed into small metal cubes and sent to the steel mill for reuse, they are stacked like bricks and piled up in small mountains there.
Indian Hill is now more like Wanderer's Mountain, where countless homeless people like to build a nest in a discarded car to spend cold nights, maybe build a fire and roast the leftovers they find in the dumpsters.
At least, it was a place that no gang could look down upon, there was no oil or water at all, and even the land was as barren as the people there, and nothing could be grown.
Even thieves and robbers who act in the darkness of the night will not go there, because they are destined to be in vain.
What can you expect from a garbage woman and a homeless man?
Fleas and bed bugs?
Barbara didn't know why Sue resisted when she saw Mount Indian, and he and Cindy had mentioned Arkham and Black Gate Prison before that their faces didn't change, and they talked and laughed, as if getting in and out of there was a breeze.
But no matter how you look at it, one scrap yard can't be compared to the other two, right?
Cindy also didn't understand, could it be that Sue's cleanliness habit had developed to the point of being sick, and she would feel itchy all over her body when she heard the wanderer.
Probably not, if that were, he would have screamed in a breath of Gotham air.
Su Ming looked at the two of them, his fingers fiddling with the armor piece on his elbow, thinking about how to speak.
He was not a native resident, and he knew very well what Indian Hill was under the cover of a scrapyard.
In the DC Overworld, there is a research center secretly set up by the United States after World War II, and the research project is biological and chemical weapons According to the urine nature of the dark multiverse, things will only go in a worse direction, so the Indian Mountain here should also be that kind of place.
Any conceivable biochemical project should be found there, but the owner has changed from the U.S. 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, Briss, who is minus 11 on Earth, will become a supervillain.
Atlantis flooded Gotham, and she became drowned; If Gotham was destroyed by the biological weapons researched by the Amazon, she could become poisoned, and if Gotham was gone for some other reason, she might become charred, crashed, or something.
Whatever name she takes after blackening, as long as she falls into the darkness, Barbatos' plot will succeed, and his Dark Knights will be added to the ranks.
At this time, Falcone was there to give the Assassins a big gift and lead them there.
If Su Ming and the others went in before the ninjas, there was no doubt that they would be thundered, and if they went late, Gordon might be in danger, which made him a little undecided.
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His brain was running wildly, calculating and conjecturing.
The two women watched him staring at the big screen in a daze, and exchanged incomprehensible glances with each other, but they also knew that Su Ming would not find it tricky for no reason, so they quietly waited for an explanation.
Su Ming finally sighed and told them what he could say, just saying that in his original world, there was an underground biochemical research institute, and some not very good things had come out of it.
"What do you mean by not being good?"
Cindy also became serious, and asked that all experiments related to the military were often weapons, such as Deathstroke herself.
"On your side, magic is also used in the military, so when technology and magic are combined, I don't know what will be in it, maybe it's a zombie who can do magic?
Maybe it's the magically modified Black Death virus. ” Hearing this, not to mention Barbara, even Cindy was stunned, it turned out that they thought that Rigoletto was the craziest person in the world, but it turned out that it was politicians and generals who were the craziest.
There are 8 million people in Gotham City, and for decades, they have lived unaware of a giant poison tank.
"It's a bit of a trick now."
Cindy also thought of Su Ming's previous question, she unconsciously bared her teeth, took out the wine bottle and took a sip.
"If there is good news, there is one."
Su Ming also took out his own bottle, bit the cork, and found Barbara looking at him, he frowned: "You can't drink it, you're still underage." ” Barbara stared at him with the expression that you were teasing me: "I'm waiting for your good news, not wanting to drink your wine." ” "I know, it's just a joke" Su Ming tilted his neck, and the small half bottle of wine was poured down, there was no special feeling, and his mind was still very clear: "The good news is that it should have stopped operating in the 90s of the last century, if there was a containment breach in it, Falcone would be the first to deal with it, and for now, he is still alive." ” P Meiman Knell 48302dexhtp