Cindy and Su Ming were just talking, but in actuality, guessing without any clues won't lead to any conclusions—it's just a waste of time.
He invited the three of them in, let Barbara continue working, and then said to Cindy:
"We've been delayed here by all sorts of things, but this clearly isn't meant for the Shadow Dancer Alliance. These monsters can't stop us, and naturally, they can't stop Ra's al Ghul either."
"Exactly, so I think he actually just wants to lure Ra's al Ghul into Gotham and attack on the way, probably using large-scale weapons. And since this place is underground, it's the safest." Cindy had also thought of the same issue; she had a general idea of Falcone's plan.
"So you're saying that by kidnapping Gordon, he's actually protecting him."
"Who knows what his thoughts are, and I don't care. Anyway, if you need to ask Gordon something, we'll just go and ask. He took Gordon, so he's the enemy." Cindy said indifferently. She only knew she needed clues about the Bat from Gordon, and she wasn't interested in anything else.
Barbara was on the side cracking the door, her fingers flying over the keyboard: "I don't know what protection is, but his men really killed a lot of people at the police station. This doesn't seem like a good deed; he has his own agenda."
Su Ming and Cindy exchanged a glance, not expecting Barbara to see this connection. Although it was just speculation, it was much better than before.
"Great, whatever he's planning, we won't let him succeed, Gordon must stick with us." Su Ming adjusted his strap, holding the shotgun in hand; who knows what lies ahead.
But after thinking for a bit, he decided to try his luck cheat device, so he called Vico over.
"Vico, do you have enough news material?"
"Hmm... almost, I'd love to find a Roman to do an exclusive interview with him."
Vico nodded with a smile, initially finding the various monsters here fascinating, but now they had become mundane, and the audience would also grow tired of them. Now, all that's left is to find the big villain, give the story an ending, and call it a day.
"Alright then, Barbara, you can open the door now." Su Ming patted the armrest of Barbara's wheelchair, indicating she could go ahead.
As the door opened, it indeed revealed the staircase and elevator leading to a lower level next door.
So sinister!
If luck wasn't such an elusive thing, too uncertain, Su Ming would have sought a way to the Main World, leaving the Earth -11 matter to her.
However, considering her madness, she'd probably do an exclusive interview with Barbatos and request to film the world-destroying process, right?
The Earth isn't important; only her news matters! As for where to publish the news once it's ready, crazy people wouldn't care about such trivialities.
This major event, Su Ming couldn't let her know at all.
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Thousands of kilometers away from Gotham, amidst ice and snow.
There's a strange complex built on a steep snow-capped cliff, these buildings are a hodgepodge of world architectural styles, with Middle Eastern castle-like shooting parapets, and Celestial Dynasty garden-like beautiful corridors connecting each structure.
Within the complex, Japanese-style courtyards and Gothic spire houses could be seen everywhere, clustering around a majestic castle perched on the cliff as if embedded into the mountain.
This is the headquarters of the Assassin Alliance, Nandabalt.
Besides the assassins themselves, very few know of this place. Nandabalt is perennially snow-covered, and the residents lead simple yet peaceful lives—honing their skills, pursuing higher realms, and killing more people.
They set out from here, traveling globally to kill their target missions or die elsewhere.
The activities of the assassins are all about money, but collecting wealth is for a great goal.
That goal is to destroy this world! Completely overthrow the rule of the Amazonians!
Ra's al Ghul has lived for over 800 years; back then, the Amazons hadn't unified the world yet. Originating from the Middle East, he never felt women had any right to rule the world—they were merely slaves and appendages, meant to bow to men.
Indeed, although this world has many strong women, some of whom can defeat him with one hand, Ra's al Ghul never regarded them highly.
No matter how strong they are, they are still women, and that means weakness.
Weak where?
Don't know, but they're weak, don't ask why, simply weak!
No one knows what happened to him, but everyone knows he's an extremely biased misogynist, making him a notorious terror madman.
About eight years ago, while secretly plotting world destruction, Ra's al Ghul suddenly heard of a masked individual appearing in Gotham, powerful and intelligent.
He had some interest in this person and intended to recruit them into the Assassin Alliance.
But not only was this person a woman, but she had no consciousness of being weak, refused to submit to him? Even said Gotham was her city and told him to get lost.
No one had ever dared talk to the Ninja Master this way, so he decided to destroy this weakling's city, purifying the world's largest filth.
But...
The Assassin Alliance mobilized its entire force, only to be driven back by this bizarre Bat-suited woman, employing various methods. Over the years, several attacks have been launched, all in vain, leading him to shame and anger.
Even when he personally faced this odd person, he was no match; she seemed to have plans long in place, and mysteriously, he always failed due to minor issues.
It's not just that—she's the only woman in the world he considers to be of of any worth.
If Talia wasn't his daughter, he'd kill her.
At this time, the Ninja Master is sitting cross-legged in the Assassin Alliance's hall; the hall has only three walls and an expansive platform face towards the mountains. Outside the terrace, cold winds howl and snowflakes fluttering. He huddles his hands near the fire for warmth, gazing at the distant snow-formed peaks.
The hall was filled with calming incense, faint blue smoke swirling around the antique eaves and pillars. He appeared calm, quietly waiting.
Talia was kneeling by his side, holding a chawen teacup, placing the green tea powder with a small wooden ladle into the teacup, pouring in hot water, and gently stirring with the chawen.
She knew he liked tea; the Amazonian's world dominance happened only six or seven hundred years ago. Originally, the world had countless varied countries with each its own culture, which persists even today.
In his youth, he'd been to Asia, where he learned fighting techniques, and of course, he drank tea leaves. However, this place is too remote, and even if the assassins brought back good tea, it was never as good as freshly picked leaves, so it didn't much matter what he drank.
It was there, during the martial arts study, that he absorbed many ideologies, comprehending the meaning of honor, understanding the destiny of a martial artist.
Unfortunately, his mind contained more Middle Eastern thoughts and fundamentally believes men surpass women, refusing to recognize powerful women, ignoring facts.
This made him extreme and radical.
Talia was different; she had traveled too, walked the path her father once did, yet she realized only power was respected!
His refusal to acknowledge reality had become his heart demon. Without overcoming this, his combat prowess would hardly improve in this lifetime.
Although the Ninja Master is already a well-known warrior, reputed as the strongest swordsman, Talia obviously sensed that he gradually lost his usual calmness.
He was too fixated on proving that woman was weak, investing too much undeserved attention into Gotham.
There weren't many small businesses there, for anyone could suddenly become an assassin, most minor targets were handled internally. However, some big deals couldn't be handled internally, yet the Assassin Alliance had no share in them.
Previously causing big incidents in Gotham, any Assassin Alliance member appearing there would almost inevitably be found by the Batwoman that night, beaten to unconsciousness with broken bones, so how could they compete?
All Ra's al Ghul's doing, indeed Gotham is a wealthy city, yet the Assassin Alliance can only watch others such as Deathstroke, Copperhead, and Death Shooter amass wealth there.
The Assassin Alliance only has a small contact point in Gotham, where the few assassins have to disguise themselves as strip dancers to gather information, enduring tough times.
Batwoman keenly understands Ra's al Ghul's mindset, as if she penetrated his mind. She deliberately gave the Assassin Alliance a feminine name and used her methods to promote it globally, enraging Ra's al Ghul, causing him to drastically lose his level in battles, falling short once more in Gotham confrontations.
The name she chose was Shadow Dancer Alliance, and this title replaced the centuries-spread, the alliance's true name—Assassin Alliance, spreading worldwide.
Shadow Dancer Alliance is simply Ra's al Ghul's most hated five words; hearing them would make him lash out, killing.
Talia had suspected more than once, could her father be possessed by some hellish being? For by her knowledge, only a hell's demon is without parents, and someone with a mother, how could they deem all women weak?
In the pre-medical era 800 years ago, only true warriors dared give birth.
But she could only ponder in her mind, dared not voice it before Ra's al Ghul, she feared him, having lived in fear of paternal authority since childhood.