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 she survive the death knell, but she also saw many dark secrets that she had never thought of before. The amount of big news she got in one day today was as much as in the past year. She is now in a very happy mood and is more determined to work in the journalism industry.
determination.
Unfortunately, Barbara was not so happy.
Originally she 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 your 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 to enter 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 really stupid for me to think of her as the hope of the city...
I won’t say whether Bat’s voyeurism is normal, but 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 are no traces from today, then traces from the past can be used, such as where it stopped, where it refueled, and areas where it often appears. As long as it has these, the system can draw a small enough range for them to search.
Professional mercenaries can definitely find clues.
No one can avoid so many hidden probes, and traces will be left 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 frantically. The program would filter out all useful information based on digital recognition technology.
The worst-case scenario that Su Ming expected did not occur, 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 data 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 Wanderer Hill. Countless homeless people like to build a nest in abandoned cars to spend the cold nights. Maybe they can make a fire and roast what they find in the trash.
of leftovers.
At least, it is a place that no gangster looks down upon. There is no oil or water at all. Even the land is as barren as the people there, and nothing can grow. Even thieves and robbers who operate at night will not go there, because
It is destined to be a waste of effort.
What do you get from garbage men and homeless people? 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 he would feel itchy all over when hearing homeless people? Probably not. If that were the case, he would scream when 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.
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.
If Atlantis flooded Gotham, it would become 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's 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, any experiments related to the military are usually weapons, such as Deathstroke himself.
"In your area, 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. They thought the Fool was the craziest person in the world, but it turned out that politicians and generals 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.
"As for the good news, there is one." Su Ming also took out his own bottle, bit open the cork, and found Barbara looking at him. He frowned: "You can't drink it, you haven't drank it yet."
adult."
Barbara stared at him with an expression that said, "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 drank half the 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."