Yes, they can't know about that place, Barbara maybe, but not the reporter, Eugene doesn't mind messing with Batgirl.
But what the villains know about Batgirl and what everyone on Earth knows are two different things.
"Well, if I give you one more clue, can I do it without blindfolding me?" Vico tried to haggle.
"No." Eugene RIPS the towel in three pieces, covering all three: "If you touch it, I'll break your toes."
"But it's not comfortable, and even if I touch it, I use my hands. Why would I break your toes?" Vico sat in his chair and wriggled, as if uncomfortable.
"Because I want to." Eugene answers her with a wayward answer: "Where's your evidence?"
"You won't even let me see it, I'll stop talking, you kill me." Vico turned his head, stretched his neck, and gave it to Eugene.
"I didn't say I wouldn't let you see it, just that it's the right place, and the person you want to kill will die tomorrow." Eugene said what he thought and shoved her back into her seat. Cindy was driving like crazy, and now everything in the car seemed to be shaking at a high rate.
"Okay, remember what you said. Heh heh." Vico laughed. She realized she really was in luck. "I already know the man in Black boss you're looking for."
"Oh?" she said.
Now even Cindy is interested, so many people didn't find out, why did Vicko find out? She doesn't think female journalists are smarter than she is.
But Eugene knew that Vico was such a wicked person, and God seemed to be taking care of her. Let alone finding clues, it was not impossible for her to solve the world crisis in the case of the lucky halo.
This is the case in the comic book, she is incredibly lucky, some thugs want to flirt with her, then there must be a superhero boss just pass by; If she wants to find out some news, the clue will run to her. If the leader wants to criticize her, the top brass of the board will immediately come to her support.
Eugene initially decided to bring her along because, in addition to using the station, he was interested in the good fortune. Sometimes you need luck to get things done.
I just don't know if being lucky is a super power.
"You keep talking." Eugene motioned for her to speak.
"Ahem, I examined the wounds on the body. They were so precise that they almost perfectly missed the foul organs of the intestines, stomach, and gallbladder, and directly destroyed the vital organs of the liver and spleen. Not only would it require a very long weapon, not a dagger, but it would also require the killer to hone this particular execution technique over a long period of time, so I came up with the idea of ritual killing."
Vico cleared his throat and launched into a long speech.
Cindy shook her head, lit her cigar and blew a smoke ring, which was quickly dispersed by the wind.
"I don't remember anyone in Gotham with hobbies like the Ripper."
"Don't worry, I'm not finished yet." The lower half of Vicko's face was smiling out of the towel as she slowly explained, "I never remember a Ripper in Gotham, either, so I went from this particular ritual killing to thinking that if it wasn't original, then it followed the classical tradition of torture, and I finally remembered that I had seen such a record before."
"An ancient form of torture?"
Eugene folded his arms and closed his eyes to recall carefully, but there was still no clue. His mind came up with some traditional Chinese torture, such as the mutilation of the body by five horses.
Cindy obviously didn't think anything of it either, and judging by her expression, her cigarette dangling from her mouth wasn't helping.
"Oh, because a little nauseous, I did not look at the body carefully, but I calculated that the length of the weapon was about 60 centimeters, and the blade was about 5 centimeters wide, which also verified my idea that it was a caesarean section." A few days ago, when I was reporting on a ritual murder case, I came across information about this kind of punishment."
Vico said the answer directly, but the name was unfamiliar, and seeing the other three as clueless filled him with pride. Sure enough, her efforts to become a good news anchor paid off, and her unusual knowledge finally came in handy, she continued to explain:
"This is an ancient Roman punishment in which the victim is tied to a post and cut into the abdomen by a Roman dagger, avoiding all the unimportant organs and causing the person to bleed to death with remorse. If you mention Romans in Gotham, who comes to mind?"
"Falcone the Roman?" Eugene sighed. "If he is, he certainly hates Gordon and bats."
"Hate him? Oh, Gordon tricked him, Batgirl tied him to the Bat-lamp and half-baked him, he hates them."
Cindy chimed in with a laugh, shaking her head. She had heard what was going on ten years ago. Bats are really kind of perverts. They kill people but don't kill them.
But if Falcone did all of this, then the problem tends to get complicated, because Falcone is not a mindless gangster, but the underground emperor of Gotham a dozen years ago, and a man who has made it this far in the feminist world is no fool.
He would never do anything meaningless, and the League of Assassins, as a centuries-old killer organization, must know all kinds of ancient punishments, so the scars on the bodies are the signature that the Romans gave them.
It's a way of telling them, I killed your people. Come find me.
A Roman from ten years ago would have had the strength to take on the League of Assassins when Gotham was in his hands. But now, what does he have to offer?
"Could it have been planted? I thought Falcone was supposed to be in Blackgate." Barbara tried to look it up on the computer, but now she too was blindfolded.
'How can Gordon's daughter be so sweet and innocent? Vicki laughs at her and reaches out to touch her face. Barbara avoids him. "Falcone was released on medical parole after a medical emergency during his second month in prison. Legend has it he went to Hong Kong, did well there, and now he's back."
"Yes, no one will blame a person who has disappeared for ten years, let alone people have forgotten him long ago, only he himself will bring up the past." Cindy concurs with the idea that the Romans must be back, given all the clues they have so far led to that conclusion.
Outside the car, the rain had picked up again, and now she had driven off the Beltway, bumping up and down a muddy path.
The shadows of trees passed in the darkness outside the window, and the rain washed away the leaves with a continuous crackling sound in her ears. Eugene also noticed that the wind was getting stronger, and that what had been a heavy rain was now a storm.
He had no idea that Vern House was such a remote place. Even the supply of water and electricity here would probably require special pipelines, and it would take time and inconvenience to get to the town.
Wouldn't it be more convenient if Bliss lived next door to the police station? When the batlight comes on, she can meet Gordon in less than two minutes...
Looking out the window at the plants and the darkness, he wandered, trying not to think too much about the dark multiverse thing, the sword hanging over his head, and it did no good to keep looking up at it.
Vic finished her clues and was quiet, too, though her ears were quivering slightly, as if she were trying to memorize the route by hearing it out.
But that was not something she could do without special training. It was doomed to be a waste of effort, and luck was not everything.
His mind went back to Gordon's abduction.
If Falcone had recruited the League of Assassins on purpose, he must have been prepared for anything. Assassins are human, but highly trained, and they wouldn't survive a heavy ambush either.
Except for their leader, the immortal head of demons, Thunder Cloud.
Now it seemed that out of nowhere the Romans had raised a new team to fight the League of Shadow Dancers, but as far as Eugene could tell there was little, let alone animosity, between them.
For a fee, the League of Assassins is happy to serve the mob bosses. How did it come to this? And what does it have to do with Gordon?
If he's looking for revenge, it's Gordon, the Bat and the penguin.
Gordon asks him to negotiate, and when he arrives to find Batgirl there, the two ambush him, and the Bat humiliates him, and the Penguin swallows his territory, becoming the biggest mob in Gotham at the time.
Falcone should have purchased the services of the League of Assassins, not provoked them.