Rescue and Request for Help

Calculating the advance amount and estimating the unfavorable factors such as wind speed, she shot the arrow with a "whoosh".

The cooling effect of liquid nitrogen was truly remarkable. Despite her amateurish refining process, it was more than enough to deal with these urban ruffians.

The arrow struck the wheel hub, and a burst of cold air erupted instantly.

The rear car's tire visibly froze into a large chunk of ice. The driver, still aggressively pressing the accelerator to chase the front car, had just received a slight cold signal from his skin nerves when he flew into the air, along with his car, before he could understand what was happening.

Watching her handiwork, Thea felt a bit shaky. The power seemed a bit excessive; she had only intended to make them stop. But now the entire car was somersaulting like a gymnast, flipping six or seven times before crashing onto the road. The occupants inside the car hadn't climbed out even after a long while. Peering at them for some time, Thea wondered if they were dead.

Just as she was about to call it a day and head home, she suddenly noticed the front car crashing into a roadside billboard with a clattering noise.

What's going on? Could there be invisible enemies here? Thea scanned the area with her infrared glasses but didn't find anything unusual.

"Hey, did you see who attacked the front car?"

Felicity, on the other end, didn't respond immediately. She checked several different camera angles, slowing down the footage frame by frame. Eventually, she uncertainly replied, "It seems that while you were shooting arrows, a gunman happened to shoot the front car's tire. There's no one else around you."

How unlucky could one be? Thea truly admired the luck of the guy in the front car. After all that back and forth for ten minutes, with hundreds of bullets fired, it was the last bullet that hit?

Was this what they meant by true warriors dying on the final charge?

Although Michael in the front car also suffered a traffic accident, his injuries were much lighter than those of the people in the rear car. He kicked open the car door and stumbled out.

After running twenty meters without hearing the expected shouts of "Stop, don't run," Michael felt a bit puzzled. Summoning his courage, he turned back and saw another overturned car behind him.

Was this the car that was chasing him? It looked somewhat familiar, but why was half of it covered in ice? Michael didn't understand what this meant; he just felt that the situation was a bit eerie.

He had half a mind to keep running, but since no one was chasing him anymore, what was the point of running? But staying here wasn't an option either.

Just as he was torn between options, the rear car's door was forcefully pushed open, and a bald man covered in blood crawled out. Well, "crawled" was an understatement. From her vantage point, Thea saw that one of his legs was bent at an unnatural angle, leaving a trail of crimson on the ground.

This is too miserable. Thea whispered softly, "Felicity, call an ambulance for them."

Glancing at Michael, who was completely petrified, Thea couldn't help but wonder why he wasn't running. With such a perfect opportunity, why linger? Was he planning to invite the enemy for dinner?

Observing Michael on the ground, seemingly unharmed compared to the other man who was barely conscious, and the two people still inside the car, either frozen or too severely injured to come out, she scanned them with infrared, detecting a faint residual warmth. If they hadn't practiced holding their breath, they should have passed out by now.

Finally realizing the danger he was in, Michael grabbed a bag from the car and ran off into the distance without looking back. Thea contemplated robbing them for some funds for her steel armor project, but seeing the pitiful state of the man crawling on the ground, she couldn't bring herself to do it. Better to let him keep the money for medical treatment.

After circling the city twice, she encountered a seventeen-year-old guy selling drugs and a homeless man robbing hamburgers. What kind of people are these? Each one is poorer than the other. Thea, feeling resentful, roughed them up a bit but didn't earn a penny before turning back to base.

"Felicity, what should we do? The world is so harsh, and our money isn't nearly enough for next month's expenses," Thea lamented, cursing the modern corporate system. Despite having so much money under her name, she could only withdraw a pittance each month from the trust fund. She couldn't access the bulk of it.

Tonight's liquid nitrogen looked cool, but it's all money. All kinds of refining, compressing, and sealing... It's really difficult to manage funds through the conglomerate. All the money she spent was from Thea's personal funds, and it is no wonder those who falsified accounts in their past and present lives were talented; they were forced by this system.

Felicity, a homebody, didn't have any good ideas, so the two of them could only continue their patrol tomorrow and hope for some luck to catch someone.

Over the next few days, Thea went out every night trying her luck, but she didn't catch any big fish. She did manage to catch some small fry, but their crimes weren't significant enough to warrant wasting taxpayer money by taking them to the police station. It was easier to just give them a stern talking-to and let them go.

Starling City was still the same as it used to be.

Did she really have such a low presence? Nowadays, Thea went out every night to do good deeds, trained with Lady Shiva in the morning, and when it was time for work at eight o'clock, others came to work. She left everything to Felicity, closed the door, and went to sleep, only to go out again at night.

"Wake up, someone's looking for you."

Thea groggily saw Felicity leading in a tall woman.

Who is this? She looks somewhat familiar, but Thea was sure she hadn't met her before.

"Miss Queen, we need your help," the tall woman spoke, and Thea immediately recognized her. It was Catwoman!

She wasn't wearing her iconic leather outfit and mask; instead, she had on a skirt. Well, even if she were naked she would still recognize her. But she did have really long legs.

As Thea scrutinized Catwoman's face, she noticed a striking resemblance to Anne Hathaway from her past life. If Lady Shiva's demeanor was cold and elegant, then Catwoman's was graceful.

"I'm Selina Kyle, but you can call me Catwoman."

"I'm Thea Queen, you can call me Red Arrow."

The two women shook hands, acknowledging each other.

Seeing Selina not getting to the point and just looking at Felicity on the side, as if suggesting she should leave? That's impossible. Thea immediately stated that she wasn't an outsider; she was her teammate.

"Alright, I'll get straight to the point. Batman's in trouble, and I need your help," Selina finally said.