Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 628 Are there any masters?

"Holy crap."

Jason, standing behind Ma Zhaodi, remarked this as he watched twelve missiles, trailing plumes of fire, soar into the sky and trace graceful arcs as they hurtled toward the supporting Sidewinder unmanned tanks and six Cobra unmanned heavy tanks.

Ma Zhaodi had intended to remind Jason to be careful not to swear, but the scene before him was so spectacular that he was momentarily speechless.

Boom boom boom——

Twelve fireworks exploded in an instant. The twelve laser-guided missiles did not need to be aimed at all. The special warheads, weighing two kilograms each, treated light and heavy tanks equally, turning any enemy unmanned tanks they hit into scrap metal.

The explosion was deafening. Ma Zhaodi and Jason, sitting in the tank, could feel the ground trembling slightly. The surrounding area had already been ravaged, and the surging shockwave sent debris and dust flying in all directions. The already crumbling walls and ruins could no longer hold on and immediately collapsed.

Even the smallest missile is still a missile. The Batmobile is equipped with this thing to deal with extreme situations. It is only natural to treat light tanks and heavy tanks equally.

That being said, this was indeed the first time Ma Zhaodi had ever seen a battle scene with such fierce firepower. In all the universes he had been to before, it was almost always a battle between superpowers or police and criminals. Everyone was either competing in tactics or ingenuity. The most lethal firearms used were rifles, and sniper rifles were extremely rare, let alone tank battles or missile exchanges.

In battles involving large-scale weapons of war, the scenes are often quite shocking. However, since the battlefield was filled with drones and the rioters carrying rocket launchers were huddled in the back, there were no gruesome scenes of blood and flesh flying everywhere.

Therefore, for Ma Zhaodi and Jason, who were like Lord Ye who loved dragons but were terrified of them, the scene before them fulfilled all their fantasies about heavy firepower battles, and it wasn't even cruel. At this moment, both of them could sincerely sigh with emotion.

"Awesome!"

But it wasn't over yet. The remaining four missiles were then launched from the silo, destroying four more tanks on the scene. In just two rounds of attacks, sixteen of the twenty supporting tanks were destroyed in a short two minutes, leaving only four alone trembling there.

If it weren't for the fact that all the tanks were drones, they would have already abandoned the tanks and surrendered to Batman by now—being sent to the Gotham City Police Department's jail would be better than being trapped in these four living coffins and waiting to die.

"These heavy tanks don't look that heavy to me," Ma Zhaodi said, pointing at the wreckage of the sixteen tanks with a mocking expression. "They were destroyed by a single missile. Did they cut corners on the quality? Were they made toy cars? Or remote-controlled cars?"

This scene instantly reminded Jason of the idioms Old Ma had taught him: "a dog relying on its master's power," "a fox borrowing the tiger's might," and "a small fry."
Oh, the last one was a word that Ma Zhaodi blurted out unintentionally; it wasn't part of a proper idiom lesson.

"Old Ma, Old Ma!" Jason, who had recovered from his motion sickness, excitedly tugged at Ma Zhaodi's sleeve: "Where did you learn to drive a tank? When are you going to teach me how to drive a tank?"

"First of all, my dad taught me tank driving when I was a kid on vacation in Hawaii, believe it or not; secondly, I set up a technical school for you, not a military academy."

Ma Zhaodi rolled his eyes: "When have you ever needed a tank in Gotham? I'm worried you'll go racing if I teach you to drive."

"Isn't this exactly the kind of tool we need now?"

"I only brought you here because it's safer inside the tank. I'll get you out of Gotham in a bit—"

"RPG!"

boom!
Another loud bang exploded, the intense shockwave shaking Ma Zhaodi and Jason's internal organs, causing Jason to cough up a mouthful of blood.

The Sidewinder light tank's armor was so thin that even a single rocket launcher could easily injure the people inside. A few more hits and this makeshift shelter would be totaled. "They have RPGs. Get Jason out of the tank quickly."

Batman's voice reminded Ma Zhaodi in the team's communication, and at the same time, a secondary weapon popped out from the left side of the main cannon of the two Batmobiles—a vehicle-mounted Vulcan machine gun.

"Auto-lock mode is enabled."

The 25mm armor-piercing incendiary rounds unleashed a barrage of firepower. Under the Batmobile's automatic lock-on, the ammunition belts detonated the flying rockets one by one in mid-air, bursting into brilliant flames. Under this intertwined barrage of fire, the infantry's only role was rendered obsolete.

This vehicle-mounted weapon was originally designed to be used against air targets and some lightly armored tanks, but the main gun is sufficient. Batman doesn't kill people, so this Vulcan cannon is not used much in normal times and is only used for deterrence.

Then, a turret also deploys on the right side of the Batmobile's main cannon, which is also a machine gun, but its appearance is not entirely the same as the Vulcan cannon.

"The counter-terrorism and riot control system has been activated."

boom! boom! boom!
The stun machine gun fired more than a dozen shots in just three seconds. The bullets cut through the air, creating shockwaves and making crisp, explosive sounds. This was actually because the rate of fire and bullet velocity were much lower than those of the Vulcan cannon, but that was exactly what this anti-terrorism and bomb disposal system was designed for.

The bullets are made of medium-velocity flexible polymer (similar to rubber bullets), and the attack relies entirely on precisely controlled kinetic energy. The aim is to incapacitate enemy combatants for a prolonged period with minimal trauma—a non-lethal weapon consistent with Batman's no-kill principle.

In just a few seconds, the mercenaries who dared to step forward and launch an attack with rocket launchers were all wiped out. Rubber bullets hit their foreheads, limbs, and joints, causing concussions and multiple fractures on the spot, rendering them incapable of fighting.

The sound of artillery fire finally subsided, and the remaining four drone tanks were quickly destroyed. Only then did Ma Zhaodi jump out of the tank with Jason, who was out of power. Jason was chewing on a piece of candy, full of energy, and showed no signs of injury, which made the two Batmen secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

"Gordon—the tanks on the street have been dealt with." Arkham Batman spoke to Gordon on the police channel: "Prepare the cells, I'll be there soon with Poison Ivy."

"Thank God. Hopefully, there aren't any more."

"The possibility is very small, so don't let your guard down."

The call was then disconnected.

“I really didn’t expect to run into an army of scarecrows on the road,” Ma Zhaodi sighed. “I just ran into a group of people on the road. Solomon led them ahead, so I stayed behind to cover the rear and drag those unmanned tanks. Jason and I can drive out of the city in one tank now, so we shouldn’t encounter any danger.”

The two Batmen tacitly approved of his plan, jumped into the Batmobile, and disappeared into the road in the blink of an eye.

"Alas, what a pity, the joy is gone."

Jason couldn't help but sigh.

However, before the two could even get into the car, a figure billowing black smoke and burning with flames suddenly flew out of the Panisha Studios.

"Haha! Burn it! Burn everything to ashes!"

(End of this chapter)