/
Chapter 159: The Underground…
Meanwhile, back at Mathison and Pamela.
After walking from Gotham High School to the Edinburgh district, the number of dispersed thugs has significantly decreased, but patrols in groups have increased a lot.
Somewhere In a dark alley, the two of them stared at the manhole cover in front of them and looked at each other.
“Mathi…”
“Shh!”
As soon as Pamela opened her mouth, she was interrupted by Mathison.
“Lupin, are we really going down here?”
“Yeah, we have no other choice.”
Mathison nodded.
The underground of the Edinburgh district is either a sewer or a subway station.
The subway station was an obvious target and very unsafe for its limited size.
In contrast, the sewers extend in all directions and can be connected to any corner of Gotham, with complex routes underneath and no need to worry about being easily found.
If James Jr. is not lying, then the person who revealed the information to him must be hiding in the sewers.
“Then let’s go straight down.”
Pamela’s lips twitched. She didn’t like the dirty moist environment of the sewers.
It reminded her of the days when she was terrified every day in the East End.
Additionally, the environment of the sewers is not suitable for most plants to grow. So, it is normal for Poison Ivy to reject such a place.
But since Mathison said they had to do it, Pamela could only suppress this discomfort in her heart.
As soon as Pamela lifted the manhole cover, she was ready to jump in.
“Wait, don’t rush!”
Mathison hurriedly grabbed her arm.
Pamela turned her head in confusion.
“Your appearance is not suitable for meeting outsiders.”
Mathison said seriously.
“Although your skin turns green and your face changes slightly when you use your abilities, it’s still very easy to tell who you are.”
“Before, you could kill the thugs who saw you, but now, you have no reason to kill the people we want to meet. This means that your identity will be exposed.”
“In this way, you won’t be able to live a normal life in the future.”
Hearing this, Pamela suddenly realized that she was still too rash. She didn’t pay attention to such a simple problem.
“Then I’ll find a mask to cover my face with first.”
Pamela remembered walking over a mask shop when she came over, and she wanted to go back and pick a mask from there.
“Have you forgotten what I am best at?”
Mathison said with a funny smirk on his face. Pamela seems to have lost most of her sense due to being in a hurry.
She doesn’t look like the famous ‘environmental guardian’ from the future.
Pamela looked at Mathison with a dull face, not knowing what he was referring to.
“Come on, Pamela, come closer.”
Mathison held out his hand to Pamela, invitingly..
“Huh? What! This…”
A rush of sudden happiness had come to Pamela’s heart, and her cheeks instantly became red.
“Come here, you!”
Seeing that Pamela started becoming a nympho again, Mathison wondered if he did something wrong.
Mathison pulled Pamela over, causing her to land into his arms under the influence of inertia.
Although it is very questionable whether it happened because of inertia…
However, Mathison’s heart was not disturbed, he put his hands on Pamela’s shoulders and then turned her slightly.
In the blink of an eye, Pamela’s clothes had disappeared and she was wearing new ones.
A set of black leather tights.
Not only that, but even her face has changed into a different one.
Only her long red hair remained the same.
At this time, Pamela remembered that Phantom Kid cannot only disguise himself but also disguise others.
“From now on, your name is… Fujiko Mine.”
After the disguise was completed, the two of them and the dog entered the sewer through the opened manhole cover.
Gotham City’s sewers are nearly a century old, and the smell of decaying water pipes combined with sewage is extremely pungent.
It’s hard to imagine how the homeless living here survived.
The sewers were very large. The passages were five meters high and seven meters wide. The middle channel was four meters wide, and 1.5-meter wide aisles were reserved on both sides.
These aisles are used for maintenance personnel to pass.
There are no special aisles in the sewers of general cities, except in some special areas.
Gotham used to be the same.
But because of the sponsorship of Wayne Enterprises, Gotham’s sewers ushered in a major change.
Mathison and the others have to thank Wayne for enabling them to walk down the aisle without touching the sewage.
Two hours later…
“Lupin, how long are we going to be searching down here?”
Pamela, who is now ‘Fujiko Mine,’ resisted the stench of the sewer and asked Mathison.
They have been searching in the sewers for a long time.
Yet, there was not even half a person in sight.
“Ah, Fujiko, as the saying goes, you can’t eat hot tofu in a hurry. Maybe it’s not that we didn’t find them, but they have already found us. They just don’t want to be found until they confirm that we are trustworthy.”
Mathison said mysteriously.
“You mean there are surveillance devices here, and our actions have long been exposed?”
Pamela was shocked, and quickly raised her head and looked around.
“Impossible, the electromagnetic signals in the sewers will be severely disturbed, and most electronic equipment cannot be established here.”
“The only reason I would think we’ve been spotted is that it’s very quiet.”
Mathison waved his hand.
“Too quiet?”
Pamela tilted her head and asked.
Charlie also barked in agreement.
“Yes, Gotham’s sewers have always been a habitat for homeless people. Even though the Edinburgh district does not have as many homeless as the East Side, their number is absolutely huge.”
“But we’ve been here for so long, and we haven’t come across a single homeless person. Isn’t it strange?”
“It’s always impossible that Bane would still specifically empty the sewers of homeless people, it doesn’t make sense.”
“The only possibility is that another group of people cleared this place.”
Mathison suddenly turned around and looked at the corner, twenty meters behind him, showing a smile.
“Am I right, Officer Blake?”
“There’s someone over there!”
Pamela’s eyes widened, and she instantly took a defensive stance.
“Who are you? Bane, the Penguin, or Black Mask’s men?”
A young policeman in a GCPD uniform walked out of the corner with a pistol in his hand aimed at Mathison and his partner.
This is a familiar face that has not been seen for a long time, the GCPD trainee policeman: John Blake.
Sure enough, it was him, and Mathison was convinced. When James was talking about the underground, he guessed that these people should be the survivors of GCPD.
“None of them. We are from the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division. You can call me Lupin, this is Fujiko Mine.”
Mathison calmly took out a document from his arms and gestured to Blake twice.
Seeing this, Pamela also took out her documents.
“I’ve never heard of this department.”
Blake was unmoved, the name of S.H.I.E.L.D. didn’t seem to work very well.
“We’re a secret service directly under the World Security Council. It’s normal that you haven’t heard of us. Take us to Jim Gordon and everything will be clear.”
Mathison suggested.