[Comprehensive British and American] Hacker company in operation

In Gotham City, the "murder of the scarecrow" is a piece of news.

After the autopsy, the notorious criminal was buried in Gotham Cemetery. As a result, in one afternoon alone, the police caught five people who came to steal the body.

——Three people or their family members have been killed by the scarecrow's fear gas. One thinks that the scarecrow's body may have clues to treasures, and the other thinks that the scarecrow has engraved the formula of fear gas on his body... Seriously? ?

The first four cells sent to GCPD were sober, and the last reserve terrorist was decided by Director Gordon and was tied to a bat light. Maybe "chatting" with Batman could make him wake up faster.

Let's be honest, when a criminal dies, the Gotham police don't even want to track down the murderer... It's not an innocent being murdered, that's a scarecrow, doesn't it deserve it?In particular, the murderer seems to be involved in another illegal organization. GCPD closed the case early and positioned it as a homicide, but Batman is still investigating.

No suspicious person was found in the investigation and monitoring, and only the "Ocha Group" was left for Batman——

"It's pointless to investigate Orcha," Bruce put the newspaper on the table, and he easily pointed out the essence of "Ocha" with his experience, "It can be an organization, a group, or even a club of hobbyists, because It only exists on the network, and once it is off the network, all members can integrate into the crowd...”

"—it might not even exist."

"Huh?" The butler Alfred couldn't help but uttered because of this sentence, "Are you trying to say that Ocha is actually an illusion fabricated by other organizations, sir?"

"The government released the news three months ago that the base of the Aucha Group was breached, and then released a detailed description of the group. They have a huge database that includes data from all over the world, but the government said that they did not Successfully obtained the database, and did not find any Orcha members—”

Bruce frowned: "Before the Scarecrow was murdered, I always thought that Orcha was just an illusion created by our government to make things easier for the government..."

"Because it doesn't exist, there will be no list of members. The members of Orcha are government agents. Seeing people panic because of information leaks, maybe the MPs are laughing."

"I thought so," he pinched his brows, "but—the news of the Scarecrow's death has been out for five hours."

Whether it is a real hacker group or a black glove of the government, it is impossible for Ocha to have members responsible for monitoring public opinion. They should have seen the news, but they did not publicly deny it like last time.

——This is equivalent to admitting that the Scarecrow died at the hands of Orcha members.

The government doesn't want to kill the Scarecrow, because the Scarecrow is a genius chemist - he publishes new papers every year, and Bruce knows which people benefit greatly from fear gas.

So if the Ocha Group really exists, why does the hacker group cultivate killers?

Or an experienced, thoughtful killer who is good at disguise and escape?

——Unless the power of this organization is not limited to the Internet, they have already extended their tentacles into reality through the occlusion of the Internet.

Bruce stood up abruptly, and he said, "The recipe for fear gas!"

No matter what Orcha's purpose in killing the scarecrow is, he believes that the other party must have obtained the formula of fear gas. Even the bottom gangsters in Gotham have imagined the formula of the scarecrow... He turned around in a hurry: "Ah Fu, tell Tim I'll go there Gotham Police Department."

All the evidence is in the Gotham Police Station. Perhaps Orcha members have looked through the evidence. He may be busy all night again. Tonight's night patrol work will be entrusted to the other children in the family.

Watching Bruce go away, Alfred raised an eyebrow: "You may have forgotten that Master Timothy is not in the Batcave."

Tim had left the Wayne mansion before, and seemed to have some private plans, and the old butler saw the online order he kept on the bedside, and he felt... Maybe he shouldn't bother him.

Batman's guess is actually correct, the Orcha Group has indeed obtained the formula of fear gas——

But it wasn't by stealing evidence, or even obtaining it on purpose. After Rosie was poisoned by the scarecrow's new fear gas and injected with the antidote, the formulas of the poison gas and the antidote were automatically entered by the system.

【Phase Three:】

[①Repair database 10% (completed)]

[②Obtaining stable profits through illegal activities (in progress, judged on September 2017, 9)]

Rosie's condition has improved a lot. If it were her original self, she would probably just want to return to Newark immediately—like a small animal retracting into its safe shell.

But this time, after browsing the online news reports on "Death of the Scarecrow" for a while, she suddenly realized a few things—

"I hacked Gotham City, and Batman can't do anything to me, because he can't find evidence if I use this computer."

"Batman has surveillance cameras all over the city, and what he's doing is illegal in itself."

"My comprehensive skills have surpassed most of the people in the world. If I use 'deception' to disguise data instead of using 'attack' to forcibly destroy... I can completely occupy most of the map without being discovered."

Eighteen hours have passed since she woke up from a coma, but half of Gotham City's map is still in the "occupied" blue color. Many people, even if they have been monitored by Rosie for a lifetime, don't realize that their cameras are on at the same time. Data is transmitted to another place.

Rosie was thoughtful: "Am I... strong?"

She has been strong for a long time, but she has always put herself in the position of the weak.

She looked at those superpowers, crazy criminals, and huge organizations, and always thought that she was not in the same world as them, but in fact, she had already manipulated their fate, killed enemies that she thought were invincible, and secretly changed them. The situation in the world.

An unexpected encounter and a change in mentality made Rosie start to re-examine herself. If the current Rosie were to hold a banquet at the Wayne Hotel again, she believed that she would not hire Deathstroke in a roundabout way, but would directly hack the surveillance at the banquet. Even confronting Batman for it - but what's wrong with being targeted by Batman?The vigilante pursued procedural justice, and he couldn't find evidence.

After figuring it out, it was as if a layer of fog had been lifted, and Rosie felt down-to-earth for the first time.The villa near the hospital is located in the Chinatown area of ​​Gotham City, because 7 of Spades takes Rosie's taste into account, and it borders Newark, so it can return to the company the fastest whether it is by land or water.

But Rosie is not in a hurry. Most of the Chinatown area is now "occupied". She moved the mouse, selected all the streets with an occupation difficulty of less than 120, and used her skills to push over them in a leisurely manner.

The "occupation" in the game only includes the ground part, not the sky and the underground, probably because the player is not a mouse who likes to drill into the sewer... After spending time in peace, most of Gotham has finally been stained with the blue color that belongs to Rosie. She finally put down the mouse and said helplessly, "I probably can't tell the difference between games and work."

She felt as if she was at work, although possession was equally rewarding.

Before Rosie thought that she needed a new hobby, she devoted her entire life to one thing, and her mentality was prone to problems.

She considered entertainment, such as playing games, or learning a new skill, such as cooking, painting, yoga, but currently she can't get pleasure from the former, only time-wasting anxiety, and the latter... nothing else, If you can gain a new skill by eating every week-although this skill cannot be used by yourself-but watching other people easily rely on skills from novice to master, it is easy to feel anxious about wasting energy, because you Not sure what these "hobbies" can do in combat.

“Maybe I can pick up ballet,” she said to Seven of Spades, “…at least get some exercise.”

What kind of "hobby" is not a waste of time, but also can obtain happiness, and can also divert attention and focus of life... And it can't really affect her life, Rosie doesn't want to give up her goal, even Rosie can't I feel that my request is too much.

Just as Rosie was thinking, 7 of Spades knocked on the door and came in. Her expression was a little strange.

Rosie: "?"

"I heard that you are awake, boss..." 7 of Spades looked out the window, "Mr. Drake wants to invite you to dinner."

"Are you going to apologize on behalf of the hotel?" Rosie could only think of this possibility, as if every time she saw the young president, he was always on the way to make amends.

7 of Spades paused slightly: "This invitation does have this nature, it's getting late, you can refuse."

"Hmm..." Maybe Rosie would have refused in the first place, but now, she wants to go out and have a look, as if stepping out of the room also represents a small progress for her, not to mention, since time travel, she has never had a time of her own. normal social interaction, "Let's go."

In theory she should have changed into a beautiful dress, but she really didn't like to wear that, so Rosie put on her favorite blue coat, simple and smart, and brought a computer.

She cared too much about other people's eyes before, but maybe she wasn't living for others.

However, to her surprise, what Timothy chose was not a high-end restaurant, but a Chinese restaurant near the villa, which was only a 5-minute walk away.

Rosie simply took the 7 of Spades on foot—of course there must be 7 of Spades—she didn’t think she could beat the local Gotham gangsters in Chinatown, but the journey went smoothly, the lights and stars reflected in the stagnant water, The door of a bar on the side of the road was wide open, playing jazz, and the babbling sound of the erhu came from the corner on the other side. Rosie stopped and listened for a while, and the evening wind took the opportunity to send the scent of unknown wildflowers on the side of the road to the tip of her nose.

Even Gotham has such soft nights.

The night before she was about to leave Gotham City, she finally understood what Timothy was talking about about Gotham.

"A city that's not so good, maybe bad, but is willing to fight for it."

There are not many customers in the Chinese restaurant, but it has the oily smell that does not exist in Western food. Timothy is not wearing a suit, and the brim of the baseball cap is pulled down very low, covering half of his face and his blue eyes. He is looking down at the The recipe, after hearing the noise, I looked in Rosie's direction.

Honestly, he's pretty handsome.

Everyone in the Wayne family seems to be handsome?Is Timothy really just an adopted son?

The clothes of ordinary American boys dilute his upper-class temperament and reduce the sense of alienation. Rosie smiled at him, Timothy froze for a moment, and smiled back.

7 of Spades did not sit at the same table as them, but sat in a place where Rosie could see clearly. Rosie put the computer on the table and turned it on.

Timothy was taken aback, and took the computer on his lap to the table.

The two looked at each other, and for some reason, they laughed at the same time.

Rosie shrugged: "The computer is my life."

"Coincidentally, it's mine too," the boy pushed over the menu, "Do you want to order, I'm not sure about your taste."

Rosie caught the recipe and casually scanned the computer screen, which was the monitoring screen of the Chinese restaurant. Her gaze paused for half a second, and she announced the name of the recipe in front of her.

— Seriously, isn’t Italian bread a little too much?

——Why is there a bouquet of blue roses on the seat beside Timothy?

While waiting for the food to be served, she and Timothy chatted endlessly, from computers to games, to exercise and shooting, as well as the little problems that "President" always encounters, such as corporate espionage, threats and kidnapping ... They seemed to be able to talk forever if it wasn't for the end of dinner.

But he never apologized, as if the dinner invitation was not meant to apologize on behalf of the hotel, but a more personal invitation—the apology should have been done by the hotel, not the young president of the head office.

"Actually, you can call me Tim..." Timothy put a fist on his lips, as if saying casually, and then changed back to the original topic, "After that, I will stay at Wayne's house, you can't imagine Bruce How bad at cooking—"

"Tim..." Rosie licked her lips, and she made a somewhat impolite gesture—she turned her head to look at the 7 of Spades, who was a few tables away from the 7 of Spades with her arms folded. She and Rosie They looked at each other, then blinked helplessly.

Rosie held back her smile, looked at the boy in front of her again, and lowered her voice, "Are you chasing me?"

The sound of clinking cups and bowls seems to be amplified at this time, and several people farther away are talking loudly in Cantonese dialect. Time and space seem to be confused at this time, only the aroma of food is heavy and warm.

Timothy's blue eyes are another kind of beauty under the lamp. Rosie can see from the surveillance camera. When she asked this sentence, the boy's hand suddenly pressed down on the bouquet beside him.

"It's...obvious?" He smiled a little embarrassedly, and lowered his voice as Rosie did.

Some kind of secret excitement caused Rosie to blink her eyes twice, and she pretended not to care and glanced away: "Well...then we'll be together."

she said so.

Regardless of whether Timothy is because of her face or because Americans have this kind of love concept... At least Rosie feels that she has found the most suitable "hobby".

……

After investigating the Scarecrow's relics as Batman, he found a clue.

Someone took some of the scarecrow's relics ahead of time, and there seemed to be nothing special about those things... It was a Gotham prosecutor who had an appointment with someone at a restaurant near the Gotham pier.

After thinking about it, Batman changed back to Bruce's identity and decided to go to the restaurant openly.

Using his identity as Bruce to approach the other party was very smooth, but during the conversation, Bruce accidentally learned that the prosecutor had never been to the Gotham Police Station that day.

Bruce Wayne realizes the problem right away, but it's too late—Deathknell, in full gear, breaks through the window, and Bruce... he can't reveal his identity.

Amidst the screams of the guests, Deathstroke finally subdued "Bruce Wayne" and kidnapped him near a container at the Gotham docks.

"Deathknell predicted that Batman would continue to hunt down the Scarecrow... so I pretended to be a prosecutor and went to take away the information and lured Batman to come here. I used Bruce's identity to talk to the prosecutor, and now I can't escape."

If "Batman" reappears after Bruce escapes, it is almost confirmed that Bruce is Batman. Now we can only let other people play "Batman" to defeat the death knell and let Batman appear in the same position as Bruce Wayne. suspected.

——However, why this pier?

Bruce didn't know... Deathstroke thought so too.

He has investigated the pier thoroughly, but has not found any evidence of the appearance of "Hydra".

When will the Hydra people come?