Five Against One and Still Losing-Do You Even Know How to Play?

When Ma Zhaodi saw two cannons rise from the two Batmobiles, he immediately felt much more at ease.

Boom!

Sixty-millimeter armor-piercing kinetic rounds flew from the cannons. Their momentum and power were on an entirely different level from the main guns of these mass-produced Rattlesnake tank drones. Amid the deafening explosions and flames, enormous fireworks erupted across the street, and the light tanks' armor was torn apart like sheets of paper.

The main guns mounted on the two Batmobiles were powerful enough to punch through 820 millimeters of steel at close range. These light drone tanks, built for mobility, rapid deployment, easy transport, and low cost, simply did not have enough armor to withstand such attacks.

Compared to Ma Zhaodi's combat efficiency, which required San Bengzi's assistance to guarantee a kill each time, the Batmobiles' main guns were practically an attack from a higher dimension under these circumstances.

"Heheheh, one shot, one soul, kid!" Ma Zhaodi's arrogant laughter in the public communications channel was the very picture of a small-time villain getting cocky. "Hit it! Hit the damn thing!"

Although he shouted with great arrogance, his hands told a different story. He piloted the nearly depleted tank into a rapid retreat.

Following Scarecrow's orders, the drone tank swarm launched one final concentrated attack on the tank he was operating. Five shells flew in from all directions, weaving another curtain of fire—yet it was still completely useless. The targeted tank moved as smoothly as a veteran driver who had spent thirty years on Beijing's Second Ring Road suddenly returning to a learner's permit test course.

"That's it? That's all you've got?"

Ma Zhaodi's fingers flew effortlessly across the controls. Jason, inside the tank, was shaken until stars danced before his eyes. Even though he was now the only person left in