So There Are Still Experts?

"That's badass."

That was Jason's reaction as he watched twelve missiles trail flames into the sky from the Batmobile, arc gracefully through the air, and race toward the wave of Rattler unmanned tanks and six Cobra unmanned heavy tanks arriving as reinforcements behind them.

Ma Zhaodi had wanted to remind Jason to watch his language, but the sight before them really was spectacular, leaving him briefly speechless.

Boom, boom, boom—

Twelve fireworks exploded in an instant. The twelve laser-guided missiles needed no aiming at all. Their two-kilogram warheads made no distinction between light and heavy tanks, blowing every unmanned tank they struck into twisted heaps of scrap metal.

The explosions were deafening. Even inside the tank, Ma Zhaodi and Jason could feel the ground trembling faintly. The surrounding area had already been devastated earlier, and the violent shockwaves sent debris and dust flying in every direction. The crumbling walls and ruins that had barely remained standing finally gave out and collapsed.

Even the smallest missile was still a missile. The Batmobile had been equipped with these things precisely for extreme situations, so it was only natural that they treated light and heavy tanks equally.

That said, this was the first time Ma Zhaodi had ever witnessed a battle with such overwhelming firepower. Nearly every universe he had visited before involved either superpowers or battles between criminals and the police. Everyone competed through mechanics or cunning, while the deadliest firearms used were usually no more powerful than rifles. Sniper rifles were rare, let alone tank battles and missile exchanges.

Clashes between large-scale weapons of war were often sufficiently shocking on their own. Besides, all the forces on the field now consisted of unmanned machines, while the thugs were huddled in the rear with rocket launchers. As a result, there was none