Batman rearranged the three routes on the screen. The Batmobile's engine growled, and it picked up speed again.
Chen Mo had just been about to hold a small funeral for his pride, wounded by that "yes" earlier, when inertia slammed him back into his seat, pressing his back firmly against it.
"So we're not going to the next location now, we're chasing those three trucks instead, right? How long until we get there?"
The Batmobile charged onto the elevated highway's entrance ramp, its tires running through standing water, its black body crouched low like a monster skimming over the ground through the rainy night.
"Now."
Up ahead, three white refrigerated trucks formed a line, their taillights wavering through the rain like three fleeing red eyes.
"So which one are we chasing?" Chen Mo looked at the screen. "Don't tell me all of them. While I admire your ambition, I have more respect for physics. Of course, if your Batmobile can transform and split into three, forget I said anything."
Batman said, "All of them."
Chen Mo nodded, his tone heavy. "Okay. Our conversations remain as delightful as ever."
The first refrigerated truck suddenly changed lanes from the right. Its taillights flashed twice, and its rear doors opened a crack.
Something poked out of the darkness: a device blinking red.
Batman raised a hand and switched to infrared scanning. On the screen, the cargo compartment was empty, with no human heat signatures, only a ring of abnormally hot spots beneath the truck and around its rear wheels.
"Bomb."
Batman said.
"I'm not illiterate! I understand what the things on your display mean."
The Batmobile abruptly pulled close on the right. Panels on its flank opened, launching a row of black spikes low across the ground.
The refrigerated truck's front tires instantly