Gotham, Indian Hill.
This was no longer an abandoned parking lot, but a half-abandoned biological research institute, with a No Entry sign posted at the entrance.
Yellow barbed wire barricades had been set up.
The Batmobile, which looked like an armored tank, rammed straight through without slowing down in the slightest.
With a loud crash, the wire barricade flew away, the concrete fence shattered, and the Batmobile drifted to a stop inside.
"The gear's in the back. Hand it over!"
The Grim Knight turned and said.
Batman, sitting in the back with a grim expression, handed him a heavy duffel bag. The Grim Knight added another sentence.
"And get me three of those lockpicks in the back."
"..."
The taciturn Batman lowered his head to look at the so-called lockpicks, and for the first time, he realized that he was actually a conservative.
Because those so-called lockpicks were the modified RPG launchers that had bombarded them earlier.
They were specially modified for urban combat, with remote detonation.
"Uh, get me a set too. I'll take two lockpicks!"
Miao Mu said from the passenger seat, rubbing his hands together. His fear of insufficient firepower could be eased at times—such as now.
"They're coming!"
The Grim Knight said, grabbed a "lockpick," pushed open the door, and got out, facing a pitch-black research building.
He pulled the trigger at once. The rocket, trailing a dazzling tail flame, shattered the glass and flew inside.
Then came a thunderous explosion.
Every window on the building's upper and lower floors was blown apart. That rocket had also been specially modified, with a certain concussive effect.
It was especially effective against criminals stubbornly resisting arrest or taking hostages, particularly gangs that moved in groups.
One concussion rocket was faster than fast-acting anesthetic. They would pass out on