The Man in Armor

 "Tony Stark, you are my destiny!"

  Anton was so happy when he saw that his fan value reached the standard that he tap danced on the floor.

  He thought he would have to wait until tomorrow to exchange for the main template of Batman, but he didn't expect that after Betty released the news of "Tony's posthumous work" in time to hype the movie, the Batman movie instantly became a hot search and attracted countless people's attention again.

  Those who were not interested in the movie decided to buy a movie ticket for the "deceased" Tony.

  After watching the movie, these people often thought that Batman was so cool and felt that it was worth the trip, so they joined Batman's fan club.

  They contributed money and effort.

  The fan value increased so quickly.

  From day to night alone, the speed of the day's surge was comparable to the fastest time when the fan value increased on the day the movie was released.

  "Exchange!"

  Anton immediately entered the system space and exchanged for the basic template of Batman.

  A miracle happened.

  Anton, who was just over 1.8 meters tall, suddenly jumped a few centimeters to 188.

  The muscles of his whole body moved and then tightened, and each muscle was full of explosive power. Especially the eight well-defined abdominal muscles, which were as hard as a one-meter-thick steel plate.

  At the same time, something was stuffed into his mind.

  In front of him, a series of words appeared on the skill panel that only he could see.

  Ultimate physical fitness, erudition, indomitable will, martial arts master, detective master, tactical master, language master, intimidation master, interrogation master, skill master, escape master, disguise master, tracking master.

  All the dense skills were lit up!

  Seeing this, Anton took a breath. Batman is really not a human.

  Combined with the information just in his mind, he sincerely admired Batman's efforts.

  Bruce Wayne is a man who squeezes human potential to the extreme.

  Top skills, superb wisdom, and high-tech weapons, these three magic weapons are indispensable, and they are the secret of Batman's invincibility.

  With a thought.

  The basic armor immediately appeared outside the body.

  Bat helmet, bat uniform, bat arm glove, multi-purpose belt, bat boots, bat transmitter, bat cape, bat dart, bat claw hook gun, bat cable launcher, etc.

  The supporting equipment of the basic armor, along with the appearance of Batman's basic armor, appeared in the system toolbar that only Anton could see.

  "Gudong!"

  This is so cool!

  Anton suppressed the idea of ​​laughing out loud and continued to explore the joy that the Batman main template brought him.

  He saw that there was also an option for transportation in the toolbar.

  [Transportation]: Batmobile, Batplane, Batmotorcycle, Batboat, Batjet, Batcopter, Batboat, Batwatercraft.

  Select Batmotorcycle.

  Swish!

  A motorcycle with huge tires and heavy firepower equipment such as machine guns on both wings instantly appeared on the floor in front of him.

  Fortunately, his room is spacious enough, otherwise, the appearance of the Batmotorcycle is not easy to hide.

  Seeing this peculiar, exaggerated and wild motorcycle.

  Anton sat on it in a nearly "lying" posture, slightly twisting the handlebars, feeling like he was at the mercy of his arm.

  After a while of experiencing it, he got off the car and waved his hand with satisfaction. The Batmobile, the basic armor, including the increased height and abdominal muscles, all disappeared.

  He returned to his original appearance, feeling inexplicably empty, just like those nights when he was drained.

  "In that case, I might as well keep the Batman state. The changes in my body are not that big, and it's easy to fool people by saying it's fitness training."

  Anton touched his chin.

  Another thought moved him and he returned to the strong Batman form.

  The changes in his body were secondary. He was particularly fond of the Batman armor.

  He summoned it to cover his body and kept stroking it. The cold touch made him feel very refreshed.

  Suddenly he understood why Tony Stark was addicted to making steel armor after becoming Iron Man.

  How can women be as fun as lifting weights?

  According to the information in his mind, Anton turned on various functions of the Batman armor's perspective.

  Infrared scanning, thermal energy sensing.

  Hmm?

  Anton noticed that a figure was lying outside the room, approaching him from not far below the window.

  The human figure displayed by thermal energy moved little by little.

  He looked strange.

  Thief?

  After all, it's a high-end villa area, the security guards shouldn't be so unprofessional.

  Especially at night, they will strengthen patrols.

  That would be interesting.

  Anton pondered for a moment, moved a small stool, and sat in front of the window.

  While familiarizing himself with the operation of Batman's armor, he stared at the figure climbing up to his window.

  Swish!

  John Wick carefully pushed open the window and lifted the curtain.

  Suddenly he was stunned.

  In front of him, a man wearing a cool high-tech armor and a helmet with two pointed ears was sitting on a chair with his legs crossed.

  A pair of deep eyes seemed to have magic, staring at him with interest.

  The moment he saw him, the man's lips lifted and his body suddenly disappeared from his sight.

  Not good!

  John Wick suddenly let go and wanted to jump down to the lawn from the second floor to escape, but his head was suddenly hit hard, and his body flew backwards involuntarily, falling on the lawn with his legs spread out.

  "Humph!"

  He groaned, his mind was confused for a moment, and he didn't care about the pain, and subconsciously stood up and wanted to run.

  Fortunately, the soil of the lawn was soft, and for the experienced assassin king, he adjusted his posture when he fell down the window, and was not seriously injured.

  Bang!

  However, the figure that seemed to be hidden in the darkness followed closely behind him, moving left and right.

  John Wick ran a few steps before his knee hurt and he rolled forward again.

  "Shit!"

  He gritted his teeth, knowing that his opponent was not easy to deal with and he could not run away, so he made a decision immediately. He

  stood still, raised his gun and focused, trying to catch the figure in the dark.

  "Haha!"

  I don't know if it was an illusion, but the wind was filled with low laughter, as if mocking John Wick's overestimation of his ability.

  Whoosh! !

  The figure drifted with the wind, from far to near, and quickly enlarged in John Wick's sight.

  The latter pulled the trigger without hesitation.

  Whoosh!

  The silenced pistol engulfed the flames, and the peanut-like bullets heated the barrel, cut through the air, and went straight to the chest of the black figure.

  Clang!

  This was the collision sound that made John Wick desperate.

  Armor is bulletproof!

  Foul!

  The last thought flashed through his mind.

  The next moment, his eyes went black, he lost consciousness, and collapsed on the lawn.

  When John Wick opened his eyes again, he was tied up in chains in a dimly lit basement, unable to move.

  In front of him was the mysterious man in armor and helmet, with amazing skills.

  "Speak."

  The man crossed his arms and looked down at him, looking down at him.

  He said in a commanding tone, "Who sent you?"

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