The Continental Hotel's doorman widened his eyes, watching the motorcycle with its huge, wide tires charge towards him, and hurriedly dodged to the side.
BOOM!!
The hotel's bulletproof glass door shattered with a loud crash.
Along with the flimsy steel frame beside the wall, the motorcycle crushed it into twisted scrap metal.
Shh shh shh!
Following that, the motorcycle spun in a circle on the lobby floor, leaving behind conspicuous black tire marks.
Finally, it stopped.
The man riding the motorcycle got off. He was clad in black armor and wore a helmet with pointed ears. His eyes held a hint of coldness as he surveyed the surroundings calmly.
At the door.
The doorman, who had successfully dodged, reacted.
He pulled a gun from his waist and aimed it at the man in front of him.
"Batman?"
He happened to have seen the recently released blockbuster and knew very well which character this outfit represented: "What kind of lunatic are you? Don't move! You probably aren't enough to cause trouble in the Continental Hotel..."
Bang!!
Anton had a blank expression on his face as he flipped his hand and threw a batarang.
Sizzle!
Blood gushed out, and the gun fell to the ground.
The waiter's wrist was severed, revealing a painful expression. He covered his severed hand and stood in the pool of blood, looking at the man dressed as a movie character with utter horror.
"For real?"
A thought flashed through his mind. He didn't plan to push his luck any further. He didn't even dare to think about revenge. He picked up his severed hand and turned to flee.
He couldn't afford to mess with someone that formidable.
As for his hand, he'd get it treated at a hospital as soon as possible. He could still get it reattached.
He'd heard a surgeon named Strange was pretty good.
At the same time, Anton's arrival caught the attention of the Continental Hotel.
"Someone causing trouble?"
"Killing in the Continental Hotel, you've violated the hotel's rules. Do you want to die?"
In an instant, the hotel guests instinctively retreated.
The other service staff, including the assassins gathered here, without exception, all turned their eyes to the center of the hall, to Anton, who was standing beside a motorcycle.
"Rules?"
Anton glanced at the person who spoke, his voice low: "I'm here to establish new rules."
"Kill him!"
Someone shouted.
Before the words had finished, people raised their guns, and simultaneously pulled the triggers.
Whoosh!
In their astonished gazes, the motorcycle vanished.
Also gone was Anton, who had been playing Batman, beside the motorcycle.
Click, click, click!
One after another, batarangs shot out.
The brightly lit Continental Hotel suddenly plunged into darkness.
Shadows flickered constantly.
Bullets left the barrels, and the bursts of flame only illuminated the tall figure of the shadow, unable to harm Batman in the darkness.
"Aah!"
"Where is he?"
"Shit! I'm going to kill you!"
The top floor of the Continental Hotel.
Winston received the news from his subordinates and opened the surveillance footage on the TV, only to see a black screen.
But the sound of gunfire, and the screams that would not cease, suddenly resounded throughout the entire room.
"Who's causing trouble?"
He frowned, his eyes filled with anger.
"Uh…"
The subordinate hesitated before reporting, "Batman."
"Who is he?"
Winston had never heard the name before. Listening to the non-stop gunshots and screams echoing from the dark surveillance screen, his expression turned grave. "Who is Batman? He shouldn't be a nobody."
"He's a movie character."
The subordinate's expression was strange.
To be honest, his feelings had been the same as Winston's when he received the news.
"A movie character?"
Winston was baffled, but his anger didn't diminish at all. Regardless, someone had broken into his territory, wantonly trampling the rules... This was no longer a simple matter of face.
If he handled this poorly, he might even lose his position as the Continental Hotel's manager.
The High Table wouldn't allow such an affront to its dignity.
"Deploy all the assassins!"
Winston's expression was icy: "I want him dead, immediately, in front of me."
"Rest assured."
His subordinate nodded: "The orders have been issued."
"Mm."
Winston's eyes were deep, suppressing his anger, and then said, "Investigate this Batman's identity. I need to understand what's going on."
...
Continental Hotel lobby.
In the darkness, a giant bat shadow darted through the shadowy corners, seeming to float in mid-air, harvesting the combat effectiveness of every assassin present.
One by one, they were severely wounded and collapsed into pools of blood, yet no one died.
Defeat followed defeat, turning the entire lobby into a scene of constant groaning, a veritable hell on earth.
The assassins, writhing in the blood, endured the excruciating pain. Seeing the phantom-like figure continuing to move through the crowd, they were filled with terror, as if facing a scythe-wielding grim reaper.
If given another chance, they swore they wouldn't stay to shoot at the enemy, but instead would turn and run, just like the first waiter.
This was Batman's method of using violence to control violence.
From a certain perspective, even the Joker couldn't inspire the same level of fear in gangsters as Batman.
What Anton needed to do was build his own order, stepping over the corpses of the Continental Hotel.
After this battle, he wouldn't just make the name Batman known in the underworld; he'd also make sure everyone understood that the newly emerged Batman was no mere child's play.
Soon.
Amidst the widespread cries of anguish, Anton headed towards the stairs, becoming the stairwell battle god.
After warming up, Anton became increasingly familiar with the skill information from Bruce Wayne's memories. This mind-blowing, transformative change could only be described as a cheat.
In short, facing these ordinary killers, Anton was not turning anyone away; he eliminated as many as came.
BOOM!!
The powerful shotgun blast made Anton raise an eyebrow.
A black man in a tailored suit, radiating an air of elite professionalism, stood in the corner, a shotgun clutched in his hands. He leaned against the wall, eyes narrowed in concentration, listening intently to the subtle sounds to track Anton's movements.
It was clear that the first surprise shot had missed Anton, but the black man didn't seem fazed.
He was likely a killer on par with John Wick.
The Continental Hotel had no shortage of talent. Most were skilled in the art of killing and interrogation, but that was all child's play to Bruce Wayne.
Anton calmly entered the hallway.
BOOM!!
The black man spun and pulled the trigger.
Batman's basic armor was essentially an upgrade from a bodysuit. It incorporated a light power system to avoid hindering flexibility, unlike the more extravagant, world-ending suits. Even so, it provided a boost to Anton's current combat abilities.
The key was, with the protection of the armor, Anton could let loose.
Bang!!
Anton stood his ground as the immense impact spread across his chest.
"What?"
The black guy's eyes widened, revealing a shocking amount of white.
He didn't expect this mysterious role-player's armor to withstand even the devastating power of a shotgun.
This was no ordinary equipment.
It was comparable to military-grade technology!
At that moment, the names flashing through his mind were all advanced arms dealers from the Marvel Universe, such as Stark Industries, Hammer Industries, and Oscorp.
"Heh."
Anton's lips curled into a smile as he approached the man.
Bang!
With a single punch, he sent the black man who was blocking his path flying, leaving him sprawled on the ground, coughing up blood.
Then, he stepped over the fallen man and approached a metal door.
Bang!
Another punch smashed through the circuit board, and using the "Knowledgeable" skill, he easily opened the metal door that should have been airtight.
Inside the room.
A man, holding a glass of whiskey, stared at Anton with a grim expression.
"Winston, I thought you could at least let me drag things out for a couple of chapters."
Anton sounded quite disappointed: "But you were done in just one."
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