She is strong!

Completely unaware of the reputation she had gained as a brutal person in the GCPD, Thea flew back to Gotham University on her glider.

When she entered the campus, it was discovered that Catwoman and the others were not lying. The battle was already over. Since there were many civilians, the armed helicopters of the Sky Eye Society could only have a deterrent effect. They didn't dare to shoot large-scale at the unconscious citizens on the ground, so the scale of the gunfight wasn't large, at least much more harmonious than Thea's bloodbath.

Every now and then, you could see several police officers carrying spray cans and spraying a bit of mist into the air to neutralize the nerve gas released by the Scarecrow earlier.

She ran to the command vehicle in two or three steps. Leila wasn't in the car. Catwoman and Barbara were sitting on the side, panting and resting. Felicity was lying on the side table to rest. When she saw Thea enter, she said nothing but waved apathetically.

"Did you find the Scarecrow?" Thea knew from the looks on these people's faces that they probably hadn't caught him, but she asked anyway, not giving up.

"I didn't see him. He must have fled." Barbara had never actually fully recovered to her best condition. This time, she was forced to fight for several hours. Although she only had three opponents, she fought with less than ideal strength. There was a knife wound on her shoulder and arm. Though it was bandaged, blood was still visible, showing how deep the wound was.

After answering Thea's question, she asked the one she was most concerned about: "Robin didn't come back with you?"

"Don't worry, I came back first. They will be here soon. Director Gordon is watching over them." Even if the old director was unhappy with his future son-in-law, he wouldn't kill him with a knife while he was unconscious, right?

Hearing that her boyfriend was with her father, Barbara was completely relieved. She nodded and said no more.

Thea approached Catwoman and whispered, "Hey, what have you been busy with lately?"

"Primitive capital accumulation," Catwoman said elegantly.

Hmm, that was said in such a unique and confident way. It seems I'm not the only one targeting Gotham's rich. Just as I was about to find this guy to discuss which targets are easier to take down without diminishing the heroic camp's reputation, three trucks slowly entered the campus.

It was a bit inappropriate to talk about this subject at that moment. Thea patted the dazed Barbara and said, "Robin should be back. Let's go check on him."

When Barbara heard this, she wiped her face and left unconsciously. Catwoman rushed to help her, hoping nothing serious would happen if she fought, but she would be severely injured if she fell while walking.

"When you finish, ask them to come to the command vehicle for a meeting." Thea shouted from a distance. She didn't want to go down. Some unknown mist was sprayed on the campus again. The smell mixed with the original poisonous gas was so unpleasant.

Catwoman helped Barbara in a thousand-meter search for her husband. Well, it wasn't far. They didn't walk much before seeing Robin, who had barely regained consciousness, sitting on the ground in a daze.

Young Robin was now sitting there, dazed. His originally stronger physique compared to the women, and Director Gordon was the first to inject him with the antidote. It could be said that he was the first to wake up, except for the people rescued by Thea, although he might not want that shameful first place.

Seeing Barbara running, he hugged her unconsciously. Hearing his girlfriend telling him about the bizarre events of the entire night, he felt ashamed. He felt that he hadn't played any role but instead had become a burden. This was a bit hard for him to accept, as he had a strong sense of self-esteem.

Catwoman saw the couple together, so naturally, she couldn't go to them and cause trouble. After all, she was Batman's wife, the middle master's wife, and an elder. If they did something intimate, it would be so inappropriate for her to see, so it was better to stay away.

At that moment, she saw two police officers carrying a guy with three arrows stuck in his body out of the car, by his head and feet.

Ah, this must have been done by Thea, right? Even if I've never seen her practice archery properly, she's the only one in the world who uses bows and arrows in fights, let alone in Gotham. Anyway, I have nothing else to do, so I might as well take a look at her record.

The wounded's clothes seemed very familiar; they were the standard bulletproof vests and helmets of the Scarecrow's team. These bulletproof vests caused her and Barbara a lot of trouble. She tried her best to defeat four of them, and Barbara killed three in exchange for injuries. Though she wasn't injured, she was extremely exhausted and would take at least half a day to fully recover.

Perhaps due to the comparison psychology between women, she entered and observed the wounded, finding that they were all hit by arrows in their hands and feet. She felt secretly happy, it seemed that Thea was also greatly affected by these people's defensive ability.

But her archery skills are really good. Catwoman looked at the injured people's wound sites. They weren't the high-tech arrows from before but pure bows and arrows. Her long-range attacks were a bit weak. Could she learn? Catwoman quickly gave up the idea. Her fighting style was already formed, and adding archery skills wouldn't help much.

Besides, I don't know how to shoot arrows! Theoretically, Batman should be able to do this, but I've never seen him use bows and arrows, so I don't know whom to ask if I want to learn.

At first, Catwoman crossed her arms and watched the police carrying the wounded with a worried look. Soon her expression changed from calm at first, to surprise, and finally to thunder and lightning.

How did she deal with so many enemies alone? At this moment, there were already thirty injured soldiers lying on the ground, all of them with arrow wounds, some with four or five arrows and some with two or three. From a distance, it looked like a certain movie and TV city where an ancient drama team had just finished filming a war scene, with extras scattered all over the ground.

In fact, there were already police officers in the truck ready to remove the arrows, but when Thea and her colleagues designed the arrows, they only considered how difficult it would be for the wound to heal and how much bleeding would continue, but they didn't consider the problem of subsequent treatment. Therefore, all of their arrows were barbed. It would be fine if they weren't removed, but if the arrow was forcibly removed, the consequences would be fatal.

A certain unlucky police officer encountered this situation. The wound, which was originally the size of a finger, turned into a hole as thick as an arm after he forcibly pulled it out. Blood gushed out like a fountain. Fortunately, Gotham Police Academy's teaching quality was excellent. With the little first aid knowledge I learned, I found a piece of cloth to plug his wound and thus barely saved the gangster's life.

This scene was seen by many people. None of the other police officers dared to pull the arrows easily. If they didn't pull them out, they would still be alive, but if they did, it would be the person's fault. Although the police aim to kill a certain number of people without being acquitted every year, they didn't want to waste it here. Anyway, it wasn't stuck in their bodies, so they just carried it with them.

In desperation, the police transported this group of people who were suspected to be extras from Hengdian back to the field in their original form. He spread everything on the ground, ready to call the paramedics to help these guys.

The police medical team had long been dispersed during the previous city riots. This time, they were followed by lab personnel from the Sky Eye Society and several agents with battlefield first aid experience, dressed in white lab coats, pretending to be angels in white.

These guys were good at handling gunshot wounds and electric shocks, so they were shocked to see so many arrow wounds. When the police handed them two plastic bags full of severed limbs, they could only be described as stupefied.

This workload would require overtime even in a large hospital with thousands of people. And what about just a few of us? How long will it take to do this?

Fortunately, criminals have no human rights in the eyes of the police. Several officers tossed the severed limbs aside, meaning that if you could reattach them, do so. If not, it's no big deal. Actually, it's okay if a few people die, just don't let too many die.

Understanding what the police meant in seconds, the former agents and now the medical team knew what was happening and silently decided the future fate of these mentally retarded and physically incapacitated guys on the ground. It happened that the Disabled Federation was organizing the Paralympic Games this year, and these guys were all in good health. They could advance the lab, violate 17 or 18 international conventions, secretly modify them, and send them to the competition, and even win glory for the country.

The smell of blood at the scene interrupted Barbara and Robin's sincere conversation. Robin was stunned and didn't understand what happened, but Barbara knew clearly. "Did she... do all this?"

"As far as I know, she's the only one good at archery and still in Gotham." Catwoman looked at the two bags of severed arms and legs and spoke with a grim expression as if recalling some unpleasant experience.

Barbara was completely speechless. She counted the number of people on the ground, there were thirty of them. Although some of them were not gangsters at first glance because of their attire, since they were all there, they must be accomplices. The scene of Thea facing more than thirty people automatically appeared in her mind, with arrows flying like locusts, shooting that group of people into the horrible state in front of her.

Thinking back to when Thea entered the command vehicle, she seemed to show no signs of injury. She fought more than thirty people without any injuries? Barbara was shocked by this fact. She wasn't in the best condition today and, although it was difficult for her to beat three, her limit was five... In a situation like this, with thirty people running at her, maybe only Batman could handle it.

Maybe my ability isn't that good? Thea didn't know that this cheating result left Barbara even less confident, but she quickly cheered up. Since she wasn't as good as others, she would work hard to catch up. She would definitely train hard when Batman returned.

...

When Catwoman and her companions returned to the command vehicle, they discovered that the culprit of the Gotham Highway Massacre was sleeping soundly on the table in a very indecent manner.

At this moment, Thea had changed into her usual clothes. Since she didn't know if there would be more fights next and it was a bit stuffy in the car, she was only wearing a short vest with exposed arms and a pair of shorts and slippers on her feet. She was sleeping soundly with her head tilted.

The pair of long legs were dazzling in the car's reflection. Robin still hadn't fully recovered and his endurance was surprisingly weak. He unconsciously gave a few more looks.

"Ahem." Barbara glared at her boyfriend, while at the same time thinking to herself: is this guy really that much better than me? Seeing her lazy appearance, my originally firm belief was shaken again.

"Wake up, don't sleep." Catwoman nudged her.

"...Who is it? Put the meeting documents on my desk and I'll sign them later..." Thea said drowsily, and without looking at the people, her head sank again.

Sigh, a thought popped into several people's minds. This guy probably works like this in Star City. This is really a typical capitalist style. The subordinates run in the wind and sun while the leader sleeps in the house. It's really God's fault that her group hasn't gone bankrupt.

"Don't sleep, we still have to discuss subsequent matters." Catwoman acted as an alarm clock again, but this time she didn't nudge her. Instead, she shook her, grabbing Thea's shoulders and shaking her.

At this moment, Thea had just dreamed that she was using anti-Hulk armor, punching Superman, stepping on Aquaman, and terrorizing the Justice League, when she suddenly felt the ground shaking. It took a while to realize it wasn't an earthquake, but someone was shaking her.

"Selena, stop it..."

Thea rubbed her eyes and looked at them indifferently.

"Tell me..." She hadn't finished her words when her eyes suddenly spotted Robin. She then realized there was a man there. She wasn't wearing much, so she was completely exposed.

Before, the team was almost all women. The former director was automatically excluded from the male team because of his age. She unconsciously felt that the environment was safe, so she dressed so casually. Now, seeing Robin, a man with a penis, she immediately felt like getting angry.

"I want to change clothes, can you leave..." She said this sentence almost word for word, and it was easy to understand who the "you" in her words was.

In fact, the two girls also felt uncomfortable with their clothes half-covered in blood and half-covered in mud. Seeing that Thea had changed into casual clothes, they also felt a bit tempted and glared at Robin with sharp eyes at the same time, "Leave."

The poor Robin still doesn't understand what's happening. I was forced to leave the command vehicle by the beautiful looks of the three women and subconsciously went outside the vehicle.

When the three women saw the annoying guy out of sight, they immediately began to change clothes and, of course, couldn't help but compare their figures with each other. Everyone changed clothes as if nothing had happened, but actually, their eyes were focused on the other two.

"She has such beautiful skin..."

"She has a big thing..."

While the three women silently compared each other, they all looked at the other two without making any expression.

Thea was dressed much more formally this time, with a short-sleeved shirt, shorts, and a pair of low shoes, and her long dark brown hair was casually loose and falling over her shoulders.

Catwoman and Barbara also changed into casual clothes. Catwoman's dressing style was the boldest among them. She wore a tight blouse that even Thea felt was suffocating. It made her think, don't you feel tight when you dress like this? Clothes are meant to be comfortable. Can you still feel relaxed when you dress like this?

But it's personal freedom to dress and eat, and she has no right to interfere with others' desires. She sighed, picked up her phone, contacted the former director and Leila and others, and also called Felicity, who felt uncomfortable sleeping here and went to rest in another RV.

The men arrived quickly and, when they entered, Robin, who was acting as security outside the door, felt there was no danger, so he carefully followed them into the car.

"Thea, there are still more than a hundred people missing from the camp." The former director was counting the number of people. Before, one-third of the city was recaptured, and there were hundreds of people living in the residential areas of the campus. People came and went every day. This number was really hard to count. He repeatedly checked three times before reaching this number.