Anton turned into Batman. He had just returned to Brooklyn Pier when he heard gunshots and the roar of explosions. Fire swept through the area.
He stared intently, observing the situation. On the docks, lined with containers, flames were constantly erupting.
It was getting late, and the white moonlight cast shadows on the containers, which were only a short distance apart.
Foot Clan gangsters, armed with firearms, were facing off against a New York Police Department task force not far away. Both sides were seeking cover, exchanging gunfire, but there were no casualties.
Suddenly, just before Anton arrived on the rooftop, the New York Police Task Force, led by the captain, made an offensive move. The task force members split into two groups.
One group shot wildly, suppressing the Foot Clan members under the containers, while the other group moved forward slowly, their expressions serious.
Boom!
However, the task force members didn't expect the Foot Clan to fight back so fiercely. Seeing that escape was impossible, the gang members became fearless, willing to die.
Some used themselves as human shields, taking bullets to the chest and sneering before they died.
The Foot Clan accomplices behind them seized the opportunity, shooting and killing the task force members.
At that moment, Anton arrived on the roof of a building near the pier. Seeing the situation, he knew it was time to act.
Just then, in the sky behind Anton, a green figure shot past, whizzing overhead like a bright green meteor. The figure rushed straight toward the pier in front of him. When Anton saw the figure, he was dumbfounded.
"Who?"
The sound of machinery running echoed as the flying skateboard accelerated to terrifying speeds, nearly instantaneously.
The members of the task force looked up, their faces filled with shock. They had no idea who this visitor was. The Foot Clan members were equally confused, staring at the green figure on the flying skateboard.
They wondered if this person had accidentally wandered onto the wrong set.
"Go to hell!!"
"This is my place! Everyone who dares to touch my things should die!!"
Under the horrified gazes of everyone, the green figure, flying on the skateboard, let out a sharp laugh.
He zipped around the Foot Clan members and the task force, tossing pumpkin-shaped objects. Then, he leaped into the air, putting some distance between himself and the chaos.
Boom!!
No one could have guessed that these pumpkin-shaped objects were actually bombs.
The next moment, fire erupted, and the shockwave rippled out in all directions, visible to the naked eye. The task force members were scattered, but the shockwave from the pumpkin bombs still hit them, battering them directly.
The Foot Clan members, who had suffered the explosion head-on, were torn apart one by one. There was no intact body left; they seemed to have been burned by the fire, their bodies scorched black.
The few survivors, their limbs scattered, lay in a pool of blood surrounded by stumps and broken arms. They opened their eyes with difficulty, their faces contorted with pain, their eyes filled with shock and fear.
"Who is that?"
The police members, stationed on the periphery of the pier, noticed something was wrong and rushed to offer support.
George Stacy took the lead. He saw the figure in the pool of blood, looked at his task force members, and clenched his fist.
Whizzing!
The green figure, still spinning in the sky on the flying skateboard, zipped through the air.
"Son of a bitch!"
George Stacy was furious, glaring at the green figure. He drew his gun, aimed at the figure in the sky, and fired wildly.
"Get down!"
Despite his anger, the bullets had no effect on the green figure.
The green figure threw a flying knife, forcing George to hide behind a container. The flying knife exploded, flipping the massive container.
"Hahahaha, New York Police Department, I advise you to keep your noses out of this!" the green figure laughed maniacally.
At that moment, Anton immediately replaced his basic armor and summoned the rabbit armor. He made his grand entrance.
Boom!!
The launcher on his shoulder fired, sending a long tail of flame trailing behind it. The shot slammed into the green figure, who had stopped in mid-air for a moment.
The green figure quickly turned around but was too late to avoid the oncoming shell. It struck him head-on, and his body plummeted from the sky, crashing into a pile of abandoned containers, smashing through the iron with a huge impact.
The police and remaining task force members quickly gathered, surrounding the abandoned container.
Anton leaped from the rooftop, extending his cloak behind him, which transformed into a gliding wing. In a few blinks, he was at the scene.
However, the abandoned container only remained still for ten seconds.
Boom!!
Despite being shot down, the green figure emerged seemingly unscathed. He once again mounted the flying skateboard and ascended into the sky. His face, obscured by the helmet, was grim as he scattered pumpkin bombs.
"Fuck!"
George Stacy realized something was wrong. The bombs were clearly high-tech devices, meticulously packaged.
"Get down! Everyone, lie down!" he shouted repeatedly.
Anton frowned, flew up, and rushed toward a group of policemen. In order to avoid a tragedy, he gritted his teeth, lay down on the pumpkin bomb, and took the initiative to protect the police from disaster.
Boom!!
The deafening sound erupted. The flames and shockwaves flared their teeth and claws in front of the police.
In their eyes, Batman was blown up by the pumpkin bomb, soaring several meters into the air before falling.
With a dull thud, the ground of the pier instantly sagged, like a spiderweb pattern spreading under their feet. It was clear that Batman's fall had caused immense force, and one could imagine how much impact he had endured.
"Hiss!!"
Anton's chest ached.
Even though the rabbit armor has strong defenses, facing several pumpkin bombs head-on was still catastrophic. The consequences were daunting.
[Durability decreased by 65%, damage rate 78%]
[Attention: The damage rate of the rabbit armor is over 50%, operating power is badly affected, combat power reduced by 55%]
The system panel in front of him showed a red warning prompt. Anton's chest hurt. This was probably the heaviest injury he'd sustained since his debut.
However, this wasn't the time to consider injuries. His mind raced quickly.
[Repair the rabbit armor, the balance of the fan value will be deducted 3.2 million (40% of the original value of the armor), confirm] [Yes]
Under the horrified gaze of George Stacy and the others, the rabbit armor was restored to its pristine, brand-new appearance—spotlessly clean.
Everyone in the New York Police Department was shocked and amazed by the armor Batman wore. At the same time, George Stacy immediately stepped forward, grateful. "Batman, thank you for saving us!"
"Yeah, without you, we'd have died!"
The others regained their senses, following forward with excitement. Thinking back on the scene, they all had lingering fears.
Anton, beneath the mask, had no time to respond to them.
He frowned, enduring the pain in his body, watching the green figure disappear at the edge of the sky. A solemn expression appeared in his eyes.
These people couldn't figure out who the green figure was, but Anton knew exactly who it was.
Green Goblin!
Norman Osborne!
How could this guy suddenly appear here and even attack the Foot Clan members? Anton paused, then noticed the Oscorp Company logo on a nearby container.
Was it because of these containers?
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