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This third-party spying is undoubtedly a special armor controlled by Anton from Los Angeles.

The armor in question is the GCPD Mechanical Batsuit, also known as Rabbit Battlegear. The two ears on the head retain some bat characteristics, but a little longer resembling bunny ears, which is why it is often referred to as bunny armor. 

Additionally, this suit features two enormous miniature shell launchers on the shoulders, and its overall structure resembles a small mecha more than conventional skeletal armor. 

In terms of appearance, there is a significant difference compared to the basic Batman armor that Anton had previously redeemed. Anton understood that as he exchanged for more specialized armor, the distinctions between the basic and special versions would become increasingly pronounced.

It's important to note that the Bunny suit does not belong to the Batman suits that the public is accustomed to. It doesn't actually belong to Bruce Wayne; rather, it belongs to James Gordon, who is well-known as Batman's good friend and partner in crime-fighting.

This story takes place in a new timeline, a consequence of the infamous "Flashpoint Event." The event was triggered when the Flash created time-space fluctuations, plunging the world into a catastrophic war. 

To restore the timeline to its original state, he attempted to revise history. However, Dr. Manhattan operated behind the scenes, ensuring that time and space did not revert to their former state but instead generated a new timeline altogether.

After the "Endgame" incident in the late 52nd period, Bruce Wayne lost his memories of the Batman era along with the trauma of his parents' death. He became a happy volunteer, unashamedly living with his first love, enjoying a life devoid of impatience. 

However, Gotham City still needed a Batman.

Thus, James Gordon volunteered to become the chosen one. The GCPD, known as the Gotham Police Department, created a new Batman suit to fill the void left by Bruce Wayne's absence. 

The rabbit armor can be piloted by a human, but when there is no driver present, it can operate autonomously or be remotely controlled, transforming into a formidable force. 

The system price for this armor is 8 million justice value. Anton, who is wealthy and possesses a righteous value of 10 million, purchased it without hesitation.

At this moment, Anton, who is attending a lavish party in Los Angeles, is multitasking: remotely controlling the rabbit armor. 

After entering the Batman state, Anton gains access to all of Bruce Wayne's skills. For someone of his mastery, operating in dual capacities is not particularly challenging. 

Moreover, Anton has strategically distanced himself from the crowd to ensure his actions remain unnoticed, retreating to a corner of the room to gather his thoughts, as if he doesn't wish to be disturbed.

The gathering is filled with influential figures, and none dare approach him too boldly. Meanwhile, inside the Empire State Building, the rabbit armor navigates through the somewhat crowded walkways, its footsteps almost imperceptible.

Cross, along with other members of the fraternity, remains oblivious to the presence of a third party infiltrating their confrontation. However, Anton's primary target is not these individuals. His real goal is Sloan, the leader of the fraternity. 

The others are merely distractions. Sloan is exceptionally cautious; the intelligence of the high table can only track Fox and the others' movements, leaving Sloan's whereabouts shrouded in secrecy.

These additional players are not entirely useless in Anton's eyes. However, this is merely one reason for Anton's presence tonight. The more pressing reason is that Batman must make an appearance in the public eye. 

By doing so, he can draw a stark contrast between batman and Anton, who is far away in Los Angeles. This separation will sever the connection between them and skew online public opinion toward him as someone who cannot embody Batman.

Suddenly, gunfire erupts. Cross, having defected from the fraternity, finds himself in a violent clash with active members of the group.

Bullets fly through the air at astonishing angles. Cross, utilizing adrenaline to amplify his senses, is able to predict the trajectory of the bullets and retaliate while evading incoming fire. 

In this world, abilities such as bullet curving, super long-range sniper kills, and omnipotent adrenaline bursts can all be achieved through firearms. This collection of skills is known collectively as gun fighting.

Both sides are masters of their craft, well aware of each other's capabilities. Thus, neither dares to advance; instead, they engage in a tactical retreat while maintaining a safe distance for shooting. 

Through the rabbit armor's visual systems, Anton observes the intensity of the gunfight and realizes that the skills displayed by both groups have reached astonishing heights. It is clear that both sides are exceptionally talented individuals. 

Unfortunately, in a world filled with exceptional talent, it is often in abundance, especially within the killer community.

One of the active fraternity members falls, shot in the chaos, while Cross remains unscathed. Fox and the others exchange tense glances, determination etched on their faces.

"Chase him!" Fox declares, her frustration boiling over. "We can't let this slide!" 

They resolve to settle the score with Cross tonight. If they fail to eliminate him now, he will rise as a greater myth among killers, a fate Fox and the others are unwilling to accept.

Gunfire continues to ring out within the Empire State Building. An alarm blares throughout the structure, signaling the imminent arrival of the police. Both Cross and the fraternity realize that they cannot afford to worry about law enforcement right now; their singular focus is on destroying one another. 

They know that missing this opportunity will make it nearly impossible to find a suitable time to confront Cross again.

In the shadows, Anton, controlling the rabbit armor, knows that the moment has come for him to make his entrance.

With a swift movement, he manipulates the rabbit armor to smash through a wall, sending dust and debris flying into the air, effectively blocking Cross's escape route. "Who?" Cross gasps, taken aback as he instinctively fires his weapon.

Clang! The sound of metal colliding reverberates through the air. The bullet fails to penetrate the imposing figure in front of him. For a killer who excels in gun fighting, when firearms are ineffective, most of his skills become irrelevant. 

Bullets cannot breach the armor of his opponent; Cross realizes that he is faced with a seemingly insurmountable obstacle.

Panic sets in as he realizes that there is no human presence before him but the suit; it is a steel shell. "Who?" Cross asks, his expression grave as he nearly forgets the threats behind him. 

"Who are you?"

"If you can tell me where Sloan is, I would be happy to answer your questions," Anton replies through the voice modulation of the Rabbit Warframe.

Cross's eyes flicker with interest. "If you're after Sloan, I might be inclined to help."

"It seems that you don't know." Anton perceives Cross's hesitation; he recognizes that Cross doesn't trust him. This man is simply stalling, trying to formulate a plan to escape.

With a swift motion, the rabbit armor raises its fist. The air rushes as the punch is thrown, its power striking awe into those who witness it. Cross dodges desperately, but he fails to anticipate the massive figure's advance.

At that moment, fraternity members arrive on the scene, their eyes widening as they see Cross on the ground. Rather than attacking immediately, they fix their gazes on the rabbit armor standing before them.

"Wait, are you Batman?" Fox's brow furrows as she strains to recognize the identity of the imposing figure. 

As someone who once thwarted the Continental Hotel, Batman's name resonates in the killer community far more than that of any Hollywood star, even rivaling the most elite killers who have built their reputations over many years.

There are not many who possess the audacity to challenge the Continental Hotel and emerge victorious against the numerous killers within, making Batman a legendary figure. He is the first to achieve such a feat.

"I'm glad you recognize me, Fox," Anton replies, his deep electronic voice echoing. As he scans the fraternity members, processing their identities, he continues, "If you're willing to let me capture Sloan and inform me of his whereabouts, I promise you a swift resolution to your troubles."

"Dream on," Fox snaps back, her disdain evident. She glares at the tall figure before her, retorting, "Cowards who hide behind armor don't intimidate us. We are not your average Continental Hotel members!"

"Okay," Anton replies, and the rabbit armor crackles its fists together, producing a resonating sound. The emotionless, iron-clad face seems to convey a sense of regret through that simple noise.

"Then prepare to feel pain," Anton declares, ready to engage in battle.

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