Prepare to Feel Pain

The third party lurking in the shadows was, without a doubt, a special suit of armor remotely controlled by Anton from Los Angeles.

The GCPD mechanical bat armor, also known as the Rabbit Armor.

Because the two ears on its head retained some bat-like features but looked more like rabbit ears, it was called the Rabbit Armor.

In addition, the armor had two enormous miniature missile launchers on its shoulders, and its overall construction resembled a small mech more than an exoskeletal suit.

In terms of appearance, it was vastly different from the basic Batman armor Anton had redeemed.

However, Anton knew that as he redeemed more special armors, the difference between the basic armor and the special armors would become increasingly apparent.

It was worth mentioning that the Rabbit Armor was not one of the better-known Batman suits, because it did not actually belong to Bruce Wayne. It belonged to James Gordon, the Batman's well-known best friend and partner, Commissioner Gordon.

This was a story that took place in the New 52 universe, brought about by the famous Flashpoint event.

The cause was The Flash triggering temporal disturbances that plunged the world into devastating war. In order to set history back on track, he corrected the timeline once more. However, Doctor Manhattan secretly interfered behind the scenes, so spacetime did not return to its original form and instead produced the New 52 universe.

After the Endgame event in the later stages of the New 52, Bruce Wayne lost his memories of being Batman, as well as the shadow cast by his parents' deaths. He became a happy volunteer and even got back together with his first love, living a shamelessly blissful life.

But Gotham City had to have a Batman.

Therefore, James Gordon volunteered to become the chosen one.

The GCPD, the Gotham Police Department, created a Batman suit for this purpose to take Bruce Wayne's place.

The Rabbit Armor could be piloted by a person, and when there was no pilot, it could act autonomously or be remotely controlled, becoming a formidable fighting force.

System Price: 8 million Justice Points.

Anton, flush with cash and possessing 10 million Justice Points, bought it without hesitation.

At this moment, Anton, who was attending a party in Los Angeles, was multitasking as he remotely controlled the Rabbit Armor.

After entering Batman mode, Anton possessed all of Bruce Wayne's skills.

Multitasking was no difficulty for the old master.

Besides, to ensure nothing went wrong, Anton had slipped away from the crowd and come to a corner by the window for some air, looking like he did not want to be disturbed.

Everyone present was a big shot, and no one had the nerve to shamelessly approach him.

Whoosh!

Inside the Empire State Building.

The Rabbit Armor moved through the somewhat crowded corridor, its footsteps nearly silent.

Carlos and the Brotherhood members did not notice that a third party had entered their standoff.

However, they were not actually the people Anton intended to capture.

He remembered it clearly!

The Brotherhood's leader, Sloan, was his true target.

Strictly speaking, these people were merely extras.

But Sloan was extremely cautious. The High Table's intelligence network could only gather the movements of Fox and the others; it was helpless when it came to Sloan, who remained behind the scenes.

Therefore, these extras were useful in Anton's eyes as well.

Of course, that was only one reason Anton had appeared here.

The more important reason was that Batman had to appear in public tonight.

Only then could he form a contrast with Anton in Los Angeles, severing any perceived connection between them and steering online public opinion toward the belief that he could not possibly be Batman.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Suddenly, gunfire erupted everywhere.

Carlos, who had betrayed the Brotherhood, had begun fighting the active Brotherhood members.

Bullets flew everywhere.

One bullet after another cut through the air at unbelievable angles.

Yet Carlos could determine where the bullets would land one step ahead of time, dodging while firing back.

This was made possible by an adrenaline surge that turned his heart into an "engine," unlocking the abilities of bullet time and curving bullets.

In this world, curving bullets, bullet time, ultra-long-range sniping, omnipotent adrenaline bursts, and 360-degree shooting without blind spots were all personal abilities achievable through "firearms," collectively known as gun-fu.

Both sides were experts and knew each other inside out. No one dared to rush in recklessly, so they fought while retreating, always maintaining enough distance to keep firing.

Through the Rabbit Armor's vision, Anton observed both sides and discovered that the gun-fu of both groups had reached an astonishing level.

To wield a weapon to such an extent, he had to admit that both sides were exceptionally gifted.

Unfortunately, talent was the one thing this world did not lack.

Especially in the assassin world, where capable people emerged in endless numbers.

Pfft! Pfft!

Someone among the active Brotherhood members was hit.

Carlos, however, remained completely unharmed.

Fox and the others looked grim. They exchanged glances, gritted their teeth.

"Chase him!"

"We can't let this go!"

They made up their minds. Tonight, they had to settle things with Carlos once and for all.

If so many of them still could not take down Carlos, then after today, not only would the Brotherhood lose all face, Carlos would become an even greater legend in the assassin world.

That was not something Fox and the others wanted to see.

Gunfire continued inside the Empire State Building.

Beep! Beep!

Alarms rang throughout the building.

It was easy to imagine that the police would arrive quickly once they received the alert.

But Carlos, Fox, and the others could no longer concern themselves with that. Both sides wanted to kill the other today.

If they missed today, it would be difficult to find another suitable opportunity.

In the darkness, Anton, controlling the Rabbit Armor, knew it was time for him to make his entrance.

Whoosh!

Controlling the Rabbit Armor, he moved, smashing through a wall and kicking up a cloud of plaster dust as he blocked Carlos's retreat.

"Who are you?"

Carlos was startled and instinctively fired.

Clang!

The sound of metal striking metal rang out.

The bullets had no effect on the giant-like figure before him.

For an assassin who had mastered gun-fu, once firearms became ineffective, more than half of their abilities were rendered useless.

If bullets could not penetrate the other side's shell, what could bare hands possibly do?

Carlos felt a chill of terror. His pupils contracted.

Especially after firing several shots, when the bullets tore through the plaster dust and the airflow stirred it aside, he realized that what stood before him was not a person.

More precisely, it was a steel shell.

Carlos did not know whether there was anyone inside. He guessed there probably was.

"Who?" Carlos's face was full of gravity as he nearly forgot about the pursuers behind him. "Who are you?"

"If you can tell me Sloan's location, I'll be happy to answer your question."

Anton's voice came from the Rabbit Armor's voice synthesizer.

Hearing the deep electronic voice, Carlos's eyes flickered. "If you're looking to cause trouble for Sloan, I'd be happy to help."

"Looks like you don't know."

Anton saw at a glance that Carlos did not trust him at all. This guy was merely stalling for time while trying every possible way to escape.

The Rabbit Armor raised its arm and threw a punch.

The airflow surged.

The force behind it was terrifying.

Carlos hurriedly dodged, only to find the massive figure before him taking a step forward and knocking him flying through sheer size alone.

At that moment, the Brotherhood members arrived.

"Who are you?"

Seeing Carlos on the ground, they did not attack immediately. Instead, they all turned their eyes toward the Rabbit Armor before them.

"Wait, are you Batman?"

Fox frowned tightly, barely recognizing its identity from the Rabbit Armor's appearance.

As someone who had emerged out of nowhere and defeated the Continental Hotel, Batman's name carried far more weight in the assassin world than that of a Hollywood superstar. He was even comparable to the top assassins who had spent years establishing themselves in the business.

After all, people with the nerve to challenge the Continental Hotel alone, effortlessly sweep through every assassin inside, and leave the High Table at a loss were not merely rare.

There had been none at all.

Yes, before Batman, there had been none.

Batman was the first.

The first was often the one who left the deepest impression.

"I'm glad you recognized me, Fox."

The deep electronic voice sounded again. Those red mechanical eyes swept over the Brotherhood members, comparing them one by one against the intelligence files, before Anton spoke again. "If you are willing to surrender and tell me Sloan's location, you will suffer much less afterward."

"Dream on."

Repairman had a vicious attitude. He stared coldly at the towering figure before him. "Coward who doesn't dare show his face, don't think hiding inside an iron shell means you can defeat us. We're not the ordinary trash from the Continental Hotel!"

"Fine."

The Rabbit Armor brought its fists together with a crisp clang.

Though that metal face clearly showed no emotion, its voice somehow conveyed a sense of regret.

"Then prepare to feel pain."