There is no Batman in Gotham City comics.

Chapter 51 Let's try out the new equipment!

Two pickup trucks slammed on their brakes, their tires dragging on the ground, and the billowing smoke filled the entire tunnel.

"There are no cars coming from the opposite direction. Let the people behind pass on the right and block them from the front and back!" Quinn, the leader of the Joker gang, leaned half his body out of the car window and shouted the latest battle report to his gang members whose view was blocked behind him.

Suddenly, a white canister emitting phosphorus smoke grazed the back of his head and landed in the back of the pickup truck.

"This is……"

Before he could react, a flash of white light robbed him of his sight, followed by a high-decibel sonic boom. In an instant, he could see nothing, and a buzzing sound echoed in his mind, sometimes near and sometimes far.

Flashbang!

He shouted loudly, trying to warn his accomplices behind him who had not yet been infected.

But in reality, Qin Wei threw three bombs in one go, leaving not only Quinn and his accomplices stunned, but even the instigator himself was dumbfounded.

Qin Wei, perched atop the carriage, shook his head violently, his vision gradually focusing, but his head was still spinning, and he couldn't regain his balance for a long time.

"Wow! The bat belt is really a treasure trove!" He whistled, quite pleased with the amazing little gadget.

However, since it was equipment specifically for special forces, the stun grenades inside were far too powerful. Even though he had covered his ears beforehand, he still felt like his eardrums were being damaged, let alone the Joker gang who were at the center of the explosion.

Qin Wei had initially been hesitant to use all the effective pills, but it now appears that he wasted two of them.

Feeling somewhat recovered, Qin Wei got up, aimed, and pressed the button on his belt.

The grappling hook pierced the roof of the pickup truck and, taking advantage of the chaos, delivered him into the enemy's headquarters.

What followed was a one-sided massacre.

He leaped into the back of the pickup truck and punched the clown gang member who was covering his ears and screaming out of the vehicle.

With another front kick, the other one screamed and tumbled down.

This guy was really unlucky. When he fell off the truck, his head landed right in the path of the wheels. After a crisp snap, the pickup truck wobbled and left a bloody rut along the road.

Qin Wei almost vomited, but the mission was important at the moment, so he suppressed his discomfort and untied the knot of the rope tied to the crossbar of the pickup truck.

With the lead vehicle no longer restraining it, Reuss's truck accelerated noticeably.

A hand sticking out of the car window, giving a thumbs-up.

Just as Qin Wei was about to press on, two pickup trucks overtook him from the right and opened fire on him with two Uzi rifles.

Qin Wei screamed as he was shot several times, clutching his chest as he collapsed in the pickup truck.

"Dead?"

"One burst of bullets, and they're dead!"

Two members of the Jokers' gang whispered to each other in the back of the carriage, then knocked on the window, signaling the driver to come closer to the lead car.

The two vehicles slowly approached, and the two men aimed their guns at the pickup truck bed next to them, wary of a possible surprise attack.

bang~

Like an air gun launching a billiard ball, a crisp sound echoed through the carriage, followed by a small, oval ball spinning and bouncing into the air, briefly hovering in front of the two people.

It's an anti-personnel bounding mine!

Before the two could react, as the elliptical sphere spun, a ring of fine steel balls shot out from its body.

These steel balls are not very lethal; they can only embed themselves in the skin, but they are more than enough to deal with unsuspecting enemies at close range.

The two clowns screamed in agony, their faces, necks, and any exposed skin covered in steel pellets. Blood flowed down their faces through the numerous holes, making them look like strawberries from a distance.

Qin Wei, using the handrail as leverage, jumped into the other's carriage, delivering an equal blow with each of his legs.

This time he learned his lesson and immediately lay down after finishing.

Sure enough, the barrage of submachine gun fire, mixed with foul language, came crashing down on him. Even though he was prepared, his clothes were still torn in the back.

His clothes were torn to shreds, so Qin Wei simply ripped them off, revealing a full-body black bulletproof vest.

To ensure his agility, he only wore his upper body. Luckily, the Joker gang didn't know he had this treasure. If he had been exposed earlier and they had discovered him, they would have crippled him by aiming at his legs.

No wonder that fake bat covered its face completely; after all, comics are comics, and reality is reality.

While showing off a sexy butt and chin certainly enhances recognizability, it might attract the attention of female characters, but it could also be a malicious bullet. If you get shot, where can you seek justice? Sigh and lament over the new superhero?

"I used to be a superhero fighting evil, just like you, until I got shot in the chin."

Of course, besides being well-prepared, Qin Wei should also be thankful that the Joker gang was a rabble and didn't have a weapon of mass destruction like a grenade. Otherwise, if they had just thrown it into the car where he was hiding... guess what would have happened? It would have flown away!

However, he doesn't have much time left. The truck is about to exit the tunnel, and the lane will widen then. It's only a matter of time before he gets surrounded.

There are still four vehicles left to deal with, and the Bat Belt is out of stock. The only thing left to rely on is the grappling hook.

He glanced at the top of the tunnel, quickly organized his thoughts, and an extremely risky plan took shape in his mind.

……

Having learned from their previous experience, the Joker Gang never dared to approach the carriage where Qin Wei was hiding again. Instead, they pulled the trigger and unleashed a barrage of firepower.

Most of them were equipped with submachine guns like the Uzbek Thompson. Although they had a high rate of fire, the bullets had a low initial velocity and very weak penetration, making it difficult to even penetrate the cargo bed of a pickup truck. However, they were outnumbered and had a lot of firepower. After a few rounds of firing, the cargo bed was full of dents.

Just as the Jokers were beginning to see a glimmer of victory and were preparing to reload their ammunition for another attack, a grappling hook shot out from the train car and embedded itself in the tunnel ceiling.

Qin Wei leaped into the air and swung towards the rear carriage using the retracting grappling hook.

Hello everyone!

Stepping on the spent cartridge cases scattered throughout the carriage, Qin Wei bared his sharp fangs like a tiger leaping into a sheep trap.

What could the Jokers do? They were all terrified... Of course, it's also possible that they were naturally fair-skinned.

Just as he frantically inserted the magazine, Qin Wei's fist was already aimed at his face.

In terms of close-quarters combat, how could this rabble possibly compete with Qin Wei, who could fight a fake bat for a full ten minutes? He easily took down the henchmen in the first car. Qin Wei took a short run-up amidst the hail of bullets, made a big leap towards the car behind him, shattered the windshield with his foot, and then struggled with the driver for the steering wheel.

Although the bulletproof vest could effectively block the damage from bullets, Qin Wei still took the full force of the impact. Each bullet felt like a heavy punch pounding on his battered body. Qin Wei estimated that he must have broken several of his ribs. Luckily, he was strong and healthy; otherwise, most people would have been shaken to the point of vomiting blood.

The struggle for the steering wheel continued. The pickup truck swerved left and right as if it were drunk, sometimes scraping against the tunnel wall and sparking, and sometimes making a sharp turn and crashing into the pickup truck next to it.

The driver was frantic when he saw this and was about to draw his gun to fight back when his hand was pierced by the grappling hook.

Pressing the retract button, the skinny clown gang driver was powerless to resist, as if being grabbed by the collar by a muscular giant and roughly dragged in front of Qin Wei.

"Your skin is quite fair. What brand of cosmetics do you use?"

"Fuck..."

Even facing certain death, he still tried to be stubborn. Qin Wei grabbed the man's hair and pulled him out of the driver's cab like he was dealing with an eel hiding in a hole, then threw him out.

The driver was caught in the wheels of the car behind him and rolled around until he became a bloody mess of flesh.

Qin Wei still held onto his original intention of not killing anyone, as for those he threw out of the car due to various "accidents"...

"You're asking me? I didn't kill anyone. I just threw them out of the car. They died because they were weak and pathetic, so why blame me?"