Main World, Gotham.
At the junction of Trigate Bridge, a heavy-duty truck sped down the road, a dilapidated wooden house loaded onto its trailer.
Supported by the trailer's steel beams, the broad wooden house took up two lanes.
Under normal circumstances, such blatant traffic violations would have drawn a stream of curses from countless drivers.
But several burly, armed men stood on the trailer platform, bullets openly slung across their bodies, their muzzles vigilantly sweeping the surroundings. They looked armed like Middle Eastern mercenaries.
Just as the truck drove onto Trigate Bridge, a black figure caught up from behind.
"I see three gunmen, not including the driver. We still can't confirm whether the inside of that wooden house is safe, sir."
"I know, but there's something wrong with that house!"
Batman rode an extended three-wheeled combat bike, accelerating all the way as he closed in.
This was a new vehicle he was testing.
It had formidable off-road capabilities, a compact frame, and its three-wheel structure provided more stable support.
More importantly, it could be fitted with an outer shell and disguised as an ordinary car or a two-seat sports car.
When it was time to use it, he only needed to remove the front section.
The gunmen on the vehicle also noticed Batman catching up from behind. Without hesitation, they pulled their triggers.
A barrage of bullets came roaring toward him.
Batman drove the trike straight past them from the side, and a suspended spike strip launched from beneath the vehicle.
It landed beneath the truck's front tires.
With a bang, the tire blew out, making both the truck and the wooden house behind it sway.
"The wooden house has a shock-absorbing structure. They did their work carefully. Its design resembles the morgue at Gotham Graveyard, almost exactly, though this