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A few scattered passersby were hiding behind the overturned vehicle, secretly taking pictures with their mobile phones.

Two daring homeless men even managed to pick up several stacks of banknotes in the chaos and stuff them into their pockets, but whether they were homeless or good citizens, they all ran away as soon as they saw the Batmobile approaching.

A bloody battle is inevitable!

The ventriloquist remained standing anxiously beside the overturned carriage, clutching a pistol in his hand, seemingly unaware of the approaching Batmobile.

Meanwhile, the round-faced, scarred puppet in his other hand was holding a modified submachine gun and "emitting" a series of noisy laughs.

"See that? That's efficiency! Banks can get robbed a second time, but we're the first to try it!" Scarface screamed.

"Boss, keep your voice down, we'll cause unnecessary trouble, let's run away quickly..." The ventriloquist began to have another split personality.

Meanwhile, twenty paces away from them, Batman was already impatient.

The hatch on top of the Batmobile opened and closed, and during this gap, the bats quickly jumped out of the vehicle and landed easily on the roof of the armored truck.

Before anyone could react, Batman took down several of the Ventriloquist's henchmen in two separate moves.

He didn't need to waste much time dealing with these grunts.

"Batman, you're not dead!" the ventriloquist exclaimed in panic.

"........."

The only response he received was Batman's crisp and sharp punches; in the blink of an eye, all of his newly recruited henchmen were on the ground.

“Damn Bane, you lied to me?” Scarface screamed. “Shoot! Arnold, shoot!”

The ventriloquist hurriedly raised his gun, but before the bullet could hit Batman's chest armor, Batman threw a batarang, knocking both guns away at the same time.

Immediately, he lunged forward and placed a hand on the ventriloquist's shoulder, pinning him against the overturned armored truck door.

"Let me go! You lunatic in that tight suit!" Scarface roared. "Arnold, lift me up!"

"Boss, we can't move..." The ventriloquist's voice was already trembling with tears, "I told you, robbing an armored truck was no good idea..."

But Scarface's screams continued: "You piece of trash! You can't even shoot a gun?"

Batman's gaze swept coldly over Scarface, then he reached for the nylon cable tie on his belt with his other hand, preparing to subdue the ventriloquist and hand him over to the GCPD who was about to arrive.

"Boss, I..."

"Stop yelling!" Scarface shouted at the top of his lungs, but his voice suddenly became meaningful. "You think I only have one gun?"

At that moment, Batman's brow furrowed.

The next second, the scarred puppet's head tilted forward, revealing a groove hidden beneath the puppet's head.

A miniature pistol lay in the recess, its black muzzle pointed directly at Batman's unprotected chin.

This is a mechanism that the Ventriloquist helped Scarface modify after his Arkham escape, and Batman has no idea about it.

"Die, Batman!"

However, no shots were fired.

Because the Batmobile, which was not far away, crashed directly into them.

Wang Baixi gripped the steering wheel with both hands, his foot pressed to the floor on the accelerator. The Batmobile hurtled forward at a near-ground-hugging angle, its left bumper precisely striking from the side, about to crash into the ventriloquist.

He had considered using magic, but firstly, his mana was limited, and secondly, Soul Requiem might only be effective on living beings, not Scarface…

Is this thing inanimate or alive? Will that mechanism activate automatically?

And it would be troublesome if you couldn't shoot accurately.

But it doesn't matter. Although he wasn't very confident in his accuracy, he was extremely confident in his driving skills.

He had already rolled to the driver's seat.

"Excuse me, could you move aside?"

boom!

The impact sound was particularly crisp.

The ventriloquist's body flew sideways and crashed into the canvas awning of a fruit stand by the roadside, collapsing along with the awning.

The scar fell from his hand, tracing an awkward parabola in the air, before the wooden head smashed into a fire pile, resulting in a complete head-to-body separation.

"Boss! Boss!" Arnold, who still had a faint consciousness, was desperately crying out.

"Arnold, avenge...me..."

"Don't try to play two roles at a time like this, you'll lose your head!" Wang Baixi couldn't help but lean out and complain.

Batman stood there, looking at his Batmobile and Wang Baixi sticking his head out of the driver's window; the atmosphere was awkward.

“I know you don’t like killing, Bat.” Wang Baixi’s hands were still on the steering wheel as he sighed innocently. “So I hit them very gently. If anything happens to them, you can’t blame me, right? By the way, remember to protect your butt and chin next time.”

However, Batman unexpectedly replied, "Thank you."

"Thank you? I thought you were going to yell at me for driving recklessly again."

Does being brought back from the dead make a person more irritable?

"Your reaction was timely, although it wasn't the best choice. Also, next time, ask me before driving my car."

As Batman spoke, he walked over to the fruit stand and bent down to check the ventriloquist's injuries.

He may have broken one or two ribs, but his life is not in danger.

Then, he picked up the miniature pistol that had fallen from behind the puppet's neck, glanced at the caliber of the barrel, and frowned even more deeply.

"This guy..."

He used nylon cable ties to tie the ventriloquist to a pillar at the fruit stand, while "Scarface" was put into an evidence bag and tossed to Wang Baixi, telling him to put it in the car and hand it over to the GCPD later.

The surrounding crowd had reappeared at some point, and they had started clapping, with some even whistling loudly.

On the very night Batman was "killed," numerous videos surfaced in Gotham, leading many to believe that Batman had indeed died at Bane's hands. But now it seems that was nothing but utter nonsense!

The Dark Knight has finally returned to Gotham, the city he has always been loyal to.

"Batman, well done!"

"Is that your new Robin?"

"Bat, don't you usually only appear at night?"

Batman ignored these questions and quickly returned to his car, leaving the place in turmoil behind.

On the communication channel, the Oracle's voice came in at the opportune moment: "You handled it well, but the bad news is still coming in. Claws have headed toward Mayor Carroll. Also, witnesses have seen a gunfight between the Black Masks and the Anarchists in the Burnley district, and quite a few passersby have been injured by stray bullets."

"Have you seen any trace of Bane?" Batman asked.

"No."

"Then let's go to Burnley first. Mayor Carroll will be handled by Nightwing."

The hatch closed, and the engine roared to life. The black armored vehicle sped towards the area where the gunfire was heaviest.

Chapter 43 Three Punches to Break the Villain's Soul, Sir, I'm a Gotham Man

Inside the Batmobile, Nightwing, Robin, the Angel of Death, and others also gradually squeezed into the communication channel.

"Batman, I've already informed Mayor Carroll. Keep communication open."

“I’m on my way to the Diamond District with Cassandra. According to the videos that have come out, the amygdala looks really bad. He smashed up the Penguin’s Iceberg Nightclub to pieces. I suspect Bane injected him with venom. Death Angel, you need to bypass this area and head towards the Old Town from Chinatown.”

"This is the Oracle. Everything is normal in the old town; no trace of Bane has been found. However, the Triads may blockade Chinatown."

"The Triads? What are they involved in?"

Batman listened patiently to the conversation and finally came to a conclusion. "The Ventriloquist mentioned Bane when he was arrested. It seems this isn't a random riot, but an organized war. The Triads, and other gangs, are all under Bane's leadership. Robin, while you're at it, investigate the Iceberg Club and make sure the Penguins don't take advantage of the chaos."

Wang Baixi's complex expression was hidden by his ski mask. "Batman, you don't actually need to worry so much. While you were away, we reached some small agreements with the Penguin. Currently, our diplomatic level is at the 'constructive partner' level."

"..."

"How about we go back and interrogate the ventriloquist? Maybe we can get some information out of him."

However, Batman rejected the suggestion, knowing full well that given the ventriloquist's schizophrenia, he wouldn't be able to get much useful information out of him.

"No, let's go straight to Black Mask."

……

Burnley District.

This area was once one of the few commercial districts in Gotham that could still operate normally, but now it has become a death zone where two opposing forces clash.

The Black Mask gang, the Masked Company, occupied the second and third floors of the abandoned department store on the east side of the street, while the Anaqi gang held their ground in several smashed street-facing shops on the west side.

The two sides used the center of the street as a boundary and exchanged friendly greetings with automatic rifles, Molotov cocktails, and modified shotguns.

Meanwhile, four GCPD police cars were parked at the intersection more than 100 meters away, their red and blue lights spinning silently.

Several police officers crouched behind the car door, their helmets pulled low, their Glock rifles looking like toys compared to the other side's assault rifles.

Harvey Block, who was leading the team, held the walkie-talkie but didn't know who to call for backup.

Because all of Gotham is calling for backup!

That damn Black Mask, he's already robbed several banks in the past hour, and he still won't stop, insisting on getting entangled with the Anarchists.

Just then, another Molotov cocktail flew out from the Anarchist position, signaling that this war would not end so quickly.

A young man wearing a red cloak, a red hood, a metal mask, and an "A" mark on his chest peeked out from behind the bunker, holding up a new Molotov cocktail.

"Everything belongs to everyone! Abolish all laws! Reject all authority!"

His voice sounded incredibly excited amidst the gunfire.

"Anyone who refuses to accept this truth will be burned in the flames along with the decaying old world!"

“We can’t play along with these two lunatics any longer,” Harvey Block gritted his teeth and ordered, “All units prepare to retreat…”

“Harvey, watch out! The Batmobile is passing through your area.”

"What did you say? The Batmobile? Batman is here!"