"Tony Stark, you're a lifesaver!"
Anton was ecstatic to see his fan value meet the requirement, and he happily did a little tap dance on the floor.
He had thought he'd have to wait until tomorrow to exchange for the Batman main template. However, after Betty's timely release of the news about "Tony's last work" to hype the movie, the Batman movie instantly topped the trending searches and once again attracted countless people's attention.
Those who weren't originally interested in the movie decided to buy a ticket for "the deceased" Tony.
These people would often decide that Batman was awesome after watching the movie and that it was well worth it, thus joining the Batman fan club.
They paid and contributed.
The fan value increased rapidly.
Just from day to night, the speed of the increase that day was equal to the fastest moment of the fan value increase on the day the movie was released.
"Exchange!"
Anton immediately entered the system space and exchanged for Batman's basic template.
A miraculous thing happened.
Anton, who was over 1.8 meters tall, suddenly shot up a few more centimeters, reaching 1.88 meters.
His whole body's muscles squirmed, then tightened, each muscle filled with explosive power. Especially the eight well-defined abdominal muscles, as hard as a one-meter-thick steel plate.
At the same time, something was stuffed into his brain.
In front of him, a skill panel that only he could see, a string of text appeared.
Ultimate Physique, Erudition, Indomitable Will, Martial Arts Master, Detective Master, Tactician Master, Language Master, Intimidation Expert, Interrogation Master, Technique Master, Escape Artist, Disguise Master, Tracking Master.
A dense array of skills, all lit up!
Tony Stark gasped, Batman is truly not human.
Combining the information from his mind just now, he felt a sincere admiration for Batman's efforts.
Bruce Wayne was a man who pushed the limits of human potential to the extreme.
Top-tier physical prowess, superior intellect, and high-tech weaponry—these three treasures were indispensable, the secret to Batman's invincibility.
With a thought.
Basic Armor immediately materialized on his body.
Bat-Helmet, Bat-Suit, Bat-Gauntlets, Utility Belt, Bat-Boots, Bat-Signal, Bat-Cape, Batarang, Grappling Hook Gun, Bat-Rope Launcher, and so on.
The accompanying equipment for the Basic Armor appeared in the system toolbar, visible only to Anton, as the Batman's Basic Armor appeared.
"Gulp!"
This was so awesome!
Anton suppressed the urge to burst out laughing and continued to explore the joy that the Batman's main template brought him.
He saw an option for vehicles in the toolbar.
[Vehicles]: Batmobile, Batplane, Batcycle, Batboat, Batjet, Bat-Copter, Bat-Sub, Bat-Ski.
He selected the Batcycle.
Whoosh!
A motorcycle with huge tires and heavy firepower equipment, such as machine guns on the wings, instantly appeared on the floor in front of him.
Good thing his room was spacious enough. Otherwise, hiding the Batcycle wouldn't have been easy.
Seeing this uniquely designed, exaggerated motorcycle.
Tony Stark sat on it, practically in a "prone" position. Twisting the handlebars slightly gave him a feeling of perfect control.
After experiencing it for a while, he got off, satisfied, and waved his hand. The Batcycle, Basic Armor, including his increased height and abs, all vanished.
Returning to his original form, a strange emptiness washed over him, like those nights he'd been drained.
Since that's the case, I might as well stay in my Batman form all the time. The changes to my body won't be too drastic, and I can easily pass it off as working out.
Tony Stark stroked his chin.
Then, with a thought, he returned to his strong Batman form.
The physical changes were secondary; what really thrilled him was the Bat-Suit.
He summoned it, and it enveloped his body. He kept touching it, and the cold sensation was immensely satisfying.
Suddenly, he understood why Tony Stark had become so engrossed in building Iron Man suits after becoming Iron Man.
Women couldn't compare to the joy of building robots!
Following the information in his mind, Anton activated various functions of the Bat-Suit's vision.
Infrared Scan, Thermal Vision.
Hmm?
Anton noticed a figure outside his room, approaching him from under the window.
The thermal display showed a human shape slowly moving.
His expression was strange.
A thief?
This was a high-end villa area, the security shouldn't be this unprofessional.
Especially at night, patrols would be reinforced.
This was getting interesting.
Tony Stark pondered for a moment, then moved a small stool and sat in front of the window.
While familiarizing himself with the controls of the Bat-Suit, he watched the figure climb up to his window.
Swish!
John Wick cautiously opened the window and lifted the curtain.
He was suddenly stunned.
In front of him, a man wearing a cool, high-tech armor and a helmet with two pointed ears was sitting in a chair with his legs crossed.
A pair of deep eyes, seemingly possessing some kind of magic, was watching him with great interest.
The moment he saw him, the man's lips curled into a smile, and his body vanished from sight.
Not good!
John Wick immediately let go, intending to jump from the second floor onto the lawn and escape, but his head was suddenly struck. His body uncontrollably flew backward and landed spread-eagled on the grass.
"Hmph!"
He groaned, his mind momentarily muddled. Ignoring the pain, he instinctively got up to run.
Fortunately, the soil of the lawn was soft. For the King of Assassins, who had experienced countless battles, he had adjusted his posture while falling from the window, so he wasn't seriously injured.
Bang!
However, the figure, seemingly hidden in the darkness, followed closely behind him, moving left and right.
John Wick hadn't gone far before a sharp pain shot through the back of his knee, sending him tumbling forward once more.
"Shit!!"
He gritted his teeth, knowing he was outmatched. Running was out of the question, so he made a split-second decision.
He stayed put, raised his gun, and focused on the shadowy figure in the darkness.
"Heh heh!"
Whether it was an illusion or not, a low chuckle drifted on the wind, seemingly mocking John Wick's audacity.
Swoosh!!
The figure drifted with the wind, coming closer, growing larger in John Wick's sight.
The latter didn't hesitate to pull the trigger.
Shhh!
The silenced pistol swallowed the flames, and the bullets, like peanuts, heated the chamber, tearing through the air and heading straight for the shadow's chest.
Clang!
This was the sound that brought despair to John Wick.
The armor was bulletproof!
Foul!
That was the last thought that flashed through his mind.
The next moment, his vision went black, and he lost consciousness, collapsing on the lawn.
When John Wick opened his eyes again, he was bound by chains, unable to move, tied up in a dimly lit basement.
Before him stood the same mysterious man, clad in armor and a helmet, with incredible skills.
"Speak."
The man crossed his arms, looking down at him from above, acting superior.
He spoke in a commanding tone, "Who sent you?"
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