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Chapter 626 When did you learn to drive a tank?

"Scarecrow, our operation has failed."

The tank's communication interface emitted a noisy communication sound, and the occasional crackling of static was particularly unpleasant to the ears.

"We failed to reach the attic in Chinatown on time; someone stopped us on the way."

The scarecrow spoke in its usual unhurried, yet chillingly loud voice: "Who stopped you?"

"Uh, I don't know, boss."

The voice reporting hesitated slightly: "He looked Asian, and he didn't look like a good person, but we'd never seen that man before—he was in a wheelchair, with a huge zombie monster and a boy. When we encountered him, we were going to run him over, but the zombie just rushed up to a tank and smashed it flat like a can!"

The scarecrow, naturally drawn to the description "zombie monster," asked, "Blue?"

"Yes, but it's more white."

"Take a picture and send it to me."

zizi——

The scarecrow hung up the phone.

Ten seconds later, a photo was transmitted back, showing a huge, burly zombie figure being bombarded amidst a group of tanks.

"It's that idiot Solomon Grandi Penguin. He told me last time that Batman had taken it down."

The Scarecrow paused for a moment, then turned his gaze to the seemingly ordinary Asian face in the corner of the photo: "This person can control Solomon Grundy. What's his connection to that zombie? Is he an ally recruited by Batman?"

"Forget it, whatever his relationship with Solomon or Batman, we just need to kill them all."

"It's a real pity. I originally wanted to use Poison Ivy as bait to capture Batman directly with tanks and armored vehicles. Given that bat's vigilance and cunning, such a good opportunity probably won't come again."

He turned on the communicator again.

"Listen up, everyone in the tank crew." Scarecrow's voice rang out again in the communication channel: "The original plan has been slightly modified. In addition to the police and Batman on the street, we'll add another target—the people near Panisha Studios. Focus fire on the zombie monster that appeared on the street. The Asian man and the child with him can be killed or captured alive."

"received."

A voice immediately responded: "Boss, how many tanks are around here that can come to our aid?"

"Hmm? You can't withstand Solomon?"

The scarecrow frowned: "You've sent out about twelve tanks for the first batch. Another twenty will arrive in five minutes."

That's terrifying.

"what?"

"It's nothing, boss. I think twelve of us are enough. There's no need to send any more people."

"Idiot, what are you talking about?" Scarecrow's doubts deepened: "There's no one inside the drone tank."

"Azhe."

"who are you?"

"We're on the same side, boss."

zizi——

Communication was forcibly disconnected.

"Idiot, that's the Asian guy." The voice changer's angry voice cursed from Scarecrow's communication channel: "I didn't expect Gotham to have such an electronic warfare expert. Immediately change this squad's tactical communication channel; the original channel is no longer safe."

After being reminded, Scarecrow finally realized what was happening. He immediately opened the squad comms, and this time, his voice sounded cold and murderous. "Everyone switch the comms channel to the second backup frequency. Change the target's first priority to that Asian man—abandon capturing him alive, ensure a kill."

"I told you this kind of deception wouldn't work."

Jason sat inside the tank, staring excitedly at the screen: "I've heard people in the gang talk about the Scarecrow before. That guy's just crazy, not stupid."

"I never imagined that there wouldn't be anyone inside any of the manually driven tanks!"

Ma Zhaodi, his heart pounding, frantically operated the piloting system in front of him: "Is this design crazy?! What kind of drone would have a manually operated control position?!"

boom!
As soon as he finished speaking, a scorching hot shell flew out of the barrel, carrying violent kinetic energy as it pierced through the upper gun turret of another tank-drone, then burst into a dazzling explosion of fire inside—that was the weak point in the defenses of these drone-tanks, where the armor was not much.

He glanced up at the screen and saw that there were still seven enemy drone tanks on the field. The main gun caliber of these tanks was not large enough, so sometimes they could not kill one with one shot and had to be hit again.

"Shoot them! Shoot them!" Jason, a bloodthirsty spectator who feared nothing more than chaos and wanted to see rivers of blood, shouted, "Turn them all into scrap metal!"

At this moment, the two Batmobiles finally arrived at the scene at top speed.

In the towering flames, they could see the situation on the battlefield—three minutes had passed since the start of the battle, and the surrounding buildings and structures had been reduced to ruins by the rain of shells. Two police cars that had been pierced and three wrecked tanks were burning fiercely together, but there seemed to be no corpses on the street.

"Old Ma, where are you?"

"I'm being bombarded!"

boom! boom! boom!
Sparks flew from the muzzles of the three tanks, and three shells roared out of the barrels. The two Batmen saw a somewhat strange tank drift and twist with flair and agility, passing through the three shells perfectly, and even having time to turn around and fire a shot back.

There was another tank nearby, which also fired a shell. After two shells, one of the tanks exploded in flames and was destroyed on the spot.

However, four other tanks were aiming at the support tank at that moment. After four shots, the support tank, whose angle was blocked, tried its best to maneuver, but it was still hit by the shells on its side armor and was destroyed.

Solomon Grandi was nowhere to be seen on the battlefield; his whereabouts were unknown.

"Help me!" Ma Zhaodi screamed, "Use the Batmobile to shoot him down!"

"You stole a tank?"

"You can drive a tank?"

"Don't just stare!" came Ma Zhaodi's scream. "Can't you at least pick a moment to ask a question—"

boom!
Several more shells flew toward him at once, but the more miserable he screamed, the more skillfully and nimbly the tank moved. The dense barrage of shells could not stop his movements at all, only making his clothes slightly dirty.

I fired another shot back.

"This car battery is almost dead! I'm fucking going to die! Who the hell is in charge of logistics?!"

The two Batmen looked at each other, unanimously agreeing that this was one of the few truly bizarre scenes they had witnessed in all their years.

Two Batmobiles sped forward, joining the battle.

Cool, ka ka ka—

A massive turret rises from the vehicle, and the heavy tires unfold, allowing the Batmobile to maneuver at various angles, thus entering combat mode.

"Battle mode activated."

With a deep, mechanical sound, the Batmobile began to deform, and the blue lights turned scarlet, like a wild beast in the night opening its eyes, ready to devour its prey.

(Here's an image of the Batmobile in its battle form. View it on your phone, and remember to update your Qidian app to the latest version.)

(End of this chapter)