Bab 62: Chapter 62: Secret Pusher
"Bang!"
There was a loud crash, and Jefferson couldn't help but shrink his neck when he heard it.
What he saw was that the pickup truck was directly overturned by the vehicle of unknown origin.
The wreckage of the pickup truck even crossed the cordon of police cars, fell in front of them and started burning.
The gang members above?
Jefferson could tell with his knees that they were probably in grave danger.
Bruce, sitting in the vehicle seat, showed no change in expression.
There is no possibility for him to hold back against these gang members who are now spreading like a virus.
If Bruce really handled the situation in the same way as before, the time it would take to resolve the riot would be infinitely prolonged.
That will only cause more people to suffer unnecessary disasters.
When the Batmobile was about to touch the blockade formed by police cars, it adjusted its posture in a very beautiful drifting posture.
The police car was not touched at all.
Only then did Jefferson and the others dare to stick their heads out and look at the street ahead.
There are no gang members anywhere.
Everywhere they looked, they saw gang members' pickup trucks that had been completely overturned by the car that was now parked in front of them.
Jefferson wanted to say something, but Bruce just restarted the Batmobile. The fireworks bursting out of the rear of the car showed the power of this big guy.
Jefferson was pulled back by his colleagues just as he made a move.
Looking at his colleague, Jefferson wanted to say something, but his colleague just shook his head.
They all understood that the current New York City was not something they could easily solve.
Let these masked freaks handle this kind of thing.
The Batmobile is driving recklessly on the streets of New York.
Perhaps it is because New Yorkers are now familiar with all kinds of chaos, and when chaos spreads, they are wise enough to return to their homes.
The only people on the streets now are the police who are still trying to fight off the gang members, and a few street heroes who are fighting back with their own abilities.
"Which district is worst hit right now?"
In the Batmobile, Bruce is now communicating with Jessica in the Batcave.
"It can't be called a district anymore. Manhattan is about to fall." Jessica looked at the entire red Manhattan Island on the screen and couldn't contain her excitement.
"I think I need to go out and help you now."
"No, you stay there to ensure Aunt May safety, and leave this to me." Bruce said this and hung up the phone.
The accelerator was stepped on and the Batmobile was already speeding through New York City.
The power generated by the powerful engine allows the Batmobile to reach its maximum speed in the shortest time.
When he really drove into Manhattan, Bruce was truly faced with the dire situation in New York.
The riots started here, and everything that happened here is unbelievable.
The shops on the roadside had already been smashed and looted, and the cars had already been set on fire.
The bodies of innocent passers-by can also be seen here.
Bruce looked at the road ahead of him with indifference.
Under the instant acceleration, the more than three-ton Batmobile also began to tilt its head. It was obvious that Bruce had now pushed the speed of the Batmobile to the extreme.
Nothing in front of him could stop him from moving forward.
Every time the Batmobile enters a block, it will be greeted with an extremely brutal impact.
"Who can tell me what is happening now? Why is a tank rushing in?" A leader looked at the Batmobile driving recklessly on the street and said angrily to the other end of the phone.
"Didn't you say you would stop the army?"
"Speak!"
"Calm down, you have to believe us, we did not let any troops into New York, let alone Manhattan." The voice on the other end of the phone spoke slowly.
It seems that in his eyes, no matter what New York looks like now, it has nothing to do with him.
Or to be more precise, he has no feelings for this world.
What he wanted to do was to turn everything into ashes.
But now he also understood that, at least for now, he could not easily brush this matter aside.
New York is still quite important to his plan.
"Don't get excited, I've already prepared something for you." The person on the other end of the phone said quite casually.
"There are a few armored vehicles I prepared for you under the Empire State Building. They should be able to allow you to fight that thing."
"I hope what you said is true." The guy hung up the phone after saying this.
There was no desire to continue talking to the other party at all.
The guy really didn't lie to them and had indeed prepared something pretty good for them under the Empire State Building.
"Wow! Looks like we can have a good time for once." Looking at what appeared in front of him, the gang leader was really excited.
In front of them was the infantry fighting vehicle currently in service in the United States.
For guys like them, although this thing looks difficult to open, at least they can still tinker with it.
"Now let that guy enjoy the gift from us." He called his younger brothers and directly boarded the infantry fighting vehicle.
"Bang!"
At this moment, the Batmobile is cleaning Fifth Avenue in Manhattan.
Everything those guys had built here had been completely destroyed by the bats.
Bruce wasted no time and started his next action in the shortest time possible.
But the same rumbling sound of tracked infantry fighting vehicles rang out in the surrounding areas.
"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 began firing at the Batmobile.
But it was obvious that the guy had not received any training and had no control over the firing of the machine gun. Although some of the bullets hit the Batmobile, most of the bullets just traced the edge of the Batmobile.
And his attack had little effect on the Batmobile.
Bruce directly controlled his Batmobile to drift significantly, aiming the front of the vehicle directly at the crawler vehicle.
The 20mm Vulcan cannon on top has begun to rotate.
The armor that could withstand 14.5mm machine gun bullets had no power to resist the Batmobile.
It was torn into pieces.
"Fuck! Didn't you guys deal with that damn machine gun?" The guy who was still shooting on it immediately shrank back into the cabin.
"If I understood this thing, I wouldn't be a gangster!" The guy who was handling the machine gun cursed at the guy who just came down.
But the Batmobile didn't give them time.
The machine gun bullets had torn the infantry fighting vehicle into pieces.
But around the Batmobile, more infantry fighting vehicles appeared.
(End of this chapter)
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