Marvel's Dark Knight

Chapter 62 Secretly Pushing Hands (Please collect, please read)

"boom!"

A violent collision sounded, and Jefferson couldn't help but shrink his neck when he heard the sound.

What he saw was that the pickup truck was directly overturned by the unknown vehicle.

The wreckage of the pickup truck even crossed the police blockade, fell in front of them, and burned.

Gangsters above?

Jefferson could tell even with his own knees that he was probably in danger.

Bruce, who was sitting in the cab, had no change at all on his face.

He has no chance to hold back against these gang members who are spreading like a virus.

If we really follow the previous handling method, Bruce's time to resolve this turmoil will be infinitely extended.

That will only cause more people to suffer unnecessary disasters.

When the Batmobile was about to hit the blockade formed by the police cars, it adjusted its posture in a very beautiful drifting posture.

He didn't touch the police car at all.

Only at this time did Jefferson and the others dare to show their heads and look at the street in front of them.

There are still gang members everywhere.

Everywhere they looked, there were gang members' pickup trucks that had been completely overturned by the car parked in front of them.

Jefferson wanted to say something, but Bruce just restarted the Batmobile, and the fireworks spraying out from the rear showed the power of this big guy.

As soon as Jefferson made a move, he was pulled back by his colleagues.

Looking at his colleague, Jefferson wanted to say something, but his colleague just shook his head.

They all understand that the current situation in New York City is not something they can easily solve.

Let these masked freaks handle this kind of thing.

The Batmobile drives recklessly through the streets of New York.

Perhaps it is because New Yorkers are now familiar with all kinds of chaos, and when chaos spreads, they have wisely returned to their homes.

On the streets now, there are only those police officers who are still trying to resist gang members, and a few street heroes who rely on their own abilities to resist.

“Which neighborhood is the worst right now?”

On the Batmobile, Bruce is now communicating with Jessica in the Batcave.

"It can no longer be called a neighborhood, and now Manhattan is about to fall." Jessica looked at the red Manhattan island on the screen, and she really couldn't control her heart.

"I think I need to go out and help you now."

"No, you keep Aunt May safe there, and leave it to me here." Bruce said this and hung up the communication.

Increasing the accelerator, the Batmobile was already racing through New York City at this moment.

The power burst out from the powerful engine allowed the Batmobile to reach its ultimate speed in the shortest time.

When he really drove into Manhattan, Bruce really faced the tragic situation in New York.

The riots started here, and everything experienced here is unbelievable.

Along the roadside were shops that had already been smashed, smashed, and robbed, and cars had already been set on fire.

You can also see the bodies of innocent passers-by here.

Bruce looked at the road ahead of him with indifferent eyes.

Under instant acceleration, the more than three-ton Batmobile also tilted its head. It was obvious that Bruce had now pushed the Batmobile's speed to the extreme.

Nothing in front of him was enough to stop his progress.

Whenever the Batmobile enters a neighborhood, it will be greeted with an extremely brutal impact.

"Who can tell me what happened now? Why did a tank rush in?" A leader looked at the Batmobile driving recklessly on the street and said to the other end of the phone quite angrily.

"Didn't you say you would stop the army?"

"say something!"

"Calm down, you have to believe us. We have not allowed any troops to enter New York, let alone Manhattan." The voice on the other end of the phone spoke unhurriedly.

It seems that in his eyes, no matter what New York has become now, it has nothing to do with him.

Or to be more precise, he has no feelings for this world.

All he wants to do is turn everything into ashes.

But now he also understands that, at least now, he cannot easily brush this matter off.

New York is quite important to his plan.

"Don't get excited, I've already prepared things for you." The person on the other end of the phone said quite casually.

"There are several armored vehicles I prepared for you under the Empire State Building. They should be able to enable you to fight against that thing."

"I hope what you said is true." After saying this, the guy hung up the phone directly.

There was no desire to continue talking to the other end.

That guy really didn't lie to them. He had indeed prepared pretty good things for them underneath the Empire State Building.

"Hey! Looks like we can have a good time." Looking at what appeared in front of him, the gang leader was really excited.

In front of them is the tracked infantry fighting vehicle currently in service in the United States.

For guys like them, although this thing seems difficult to open, at least they can still figure it out.

"Now let that guy enjoy the gift from us." He greeted his younger brother and boarded the infantry fighting vehicle directly.

"boom!"

At the moment, the Batmobile is cleaning up Fifth Avenue in Manhattan.

Everything those guys built here has been completely destroyed by bats.

Bruce didn't waste any time and started his next action in the shortest possible time.

But the same rumbling sound of the tracked infantry fighting vehicle rang out in the surrounding area.

"Hey! Son of bitch!" The guy who was controlling the machine gun on the infantry fighting vehicle shouted loudly in the direction of the Batmobile.

Pulling the trigger, the 7.62mm machine gun started firing at the Batmobile.

But it was obvious that the guy who had not experienced training could not control the shooting of the machine gun at all. Although some of the bullets had hit the Batmobile, most of the bullets had rimmed the Batmobile.

And his attacks are only harmless to the Batmobile.

Bruce directly controlled his Batmobile to make a large drift, so that his front was directly aimed at the walking tank.

The 20mm Vulcan cannon above has begun to rotate.

The armor that can withstand 14.5mm machine gun bullets has no resistance at all in front of the Batmobile.

Was torn straight into pieces.

"Fuck! Didn't you take care of that damn machine cannon?" The guy who was still shooting on it immediately retreated into the cabin.

"If I could understand this thing, I wouldn't be a gangster!" The guy who was handling the cannon yelled at the guy who just came down.

But the Batmobile didn't give them time.

The machine gun bullets have torn this infantry fighting vehicle to pieces.

But around the Batmobile, more infantry fighting vehicles appeared.

(End of chapter)