In the Batcave.
Batman, who had just driven the Batmobile down, stared blankly at the things Miao Mu had delivered with a single phone call.
"Are you moving house?"
"Who's moving?" Miao Mu looked around, strapped the Time Grandfather Clock to his back, and put on a magical cloak.
The Utility Belt at his waist was stuffed full. He was also wearing a suit of exoskeleton armor, and the Arc Reactor had just lit up.
A Vibranium-forged axe hung from his leg, while a modified Uzi was slung across his back, loaded with Elman Metal-coated bullets.
Even Wolverine would have to lie down after taking a beating from that.
"This is called being prepared. If you went over with only one set of equipment, it'd be like walking through a remote alley in India wearing nothing but a loincloth—without the slightest protection."
Speaking as someone with experience, Miao Mu explained patiently.
Batman waved a hand and prepared another set of suit equipment, placing it inside the Batmobile. This Batmobile had been newly built.
Batman had handcrafted it himself. It had the outline of a muscle car, with an oversized jet propulsion system added to the rear.
It was also extremely sturdy, bulletproof and explosion-proof from front to back.
It had several special additions as well, such as a retractable super-alloy ram at the front, impact bumpers along the sides, and detachable armor plates.
Two vehicle-mounted machine guns were concealed beneath the hood, while the trunk held lock-on missiles and universal radar equipment.
It was a high-speed armored vehicle, the sort that relied on brute force.
Just looking at its blueprints, it was simple and brutal. It did not compete in technology, only raw power. Add a few more turrets, and it would be a tank.
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