No one understood Gotham's dangers better than Director Gordon, who had spent decades working there as a police officer.
This place wasn't Hell, but it wasn't far off.
"Fight it like a war? You mean RPGs?"
Harcourt froze. Just then, a violent explosion rang out ahead, followed by a soldier shouting, "Shit! Why do they have Exoskeleton Armor too? Ma'am, requesting permission to use live ammunition!"
"Exoskeleton Armor? Permission granted."
Harcourt was a little dumbfounded. Were Gotham's gangs really this wild?
Exoskeleton Armor was far less technologically advanced than the Iron Suit, so there were plenty of knockoffs. Usually, though, those were made by other countries. What did a gang need Exoskeleton Armor for?
If they dared wear that stuff out in public, the authorities would come down on them with everything they had.
"Gotham has the largest underground black market in North America. You can find anything there, including Exoskeleton Armor and even alien weapons. We absolutely cannot let our guard down."
Director Gordon warned her. Forget Exoskeleton Armor—Gotham had even seen a nuclear bomb before. How was that for terrifying?
In any other city, the Exoskeleton Legion would have been enough to suppress the chaos. But this was Gotham, the City of Sin.
After some thought, Harcourt asked the Military to find a way to send another batch of exoskeleton soldiers.
Elsewhere in Gotham, Superman and Hancock flew down to stop a group of civilians from slaughtering one another. Once they had restrained everyone, the two flew back into the sky and resumed their pursuit of the Seven Deadly Sins.
Batman looked down at the chaos below and asked Andrew, "Mr. Wang, can your Illumination Spell restore ordinary people to normal?"
"Yes, but Constantine has too little magic in his body to sustain it more than a few