Inside Wayne Manor, the shock had knocked the mansion's doors and windows askew, leaving shattered glass all over the floor.
The Death Angel's black battle armor advanced slowly onto the neatly trimmed front lawn, each step landing with a heavy metallic clang.
Dozens of believers in black robes followed him, their eyes full of covetous hunger for the luxurious manor.
Victor stood beside a stone pillar outside the mansion, a dark mechanical gauntlet fitted over his left arm.
Its surface was assembled from layers of carbon fiber and titanium alloy composite plates, with an adjustable targeting-assist screen embedded on the back of the hand.
He held a heavy machine gun braced in a mounting slot at the front of the gauntlet, its muzzle trained steadily on the Death Angel's approaching metal figure.
The Death Angel addressed those inside the manor in a cold, mechanical voice.
"Hand over Bruce, and I may spare you insects."
"Your dad's an insect. You talk too much."
Victor muttered the words and calmly pulled the trigger, unleashing fierce gunfire at the Death Angel.
The Death Angel dodged the attack in time, pinpointed the source of the gunfire, and raised the Short Cannon embedded in his wrist armor, aiming precisely at Victor.
Meanwhile, Alfred led several of the Estate's security guards through the side corridor, using gunfire to suppress the black-robed believers spreading toward the front hall.
Just as the exchange of gunfire in the courtyard reached a stalemate, a continuous series of sounds came from the mansion behind them, like something heavy slamming into walls.
Victor whipped his head around.
Rumble-rumble-
The dull thuds of overturning furniture and the crash of wall decorations shattering on the floor surged closer along the corridors and stairs.
With a boom, a force smashed the mansion's front door open