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Chapter 216 Kite: This High-Level Match (Seeking votes from friends at the beginning of the month)

Seeing the two people locked in combat on the ground frozen into blocks of ice, the kite flyer couldn't help but be somewhat surprised.

"Wow, is this your new weapon? Or is Mr. Freeze actually in cahoots with you? Or did you just steal it from him?"

"It was a gift from a friend."

As Batman's voice rang out, the Batplane in the sky automatically swooped down, a net extending from under the fuselage, catching the ice block for a brief moment while it touched the ground, before quickly pulling back up and flying to the two people's side.

"Hold on to the wings, the people on the ground are safe."

Batman said something briefly, then deftly dropped into the cockpit of the plane from the automatically opening roof. The roof closed quickly, leaving Kite Man outside, dumbfounded.

"No, couldn't you have made one more driver's seat?"

Despite his complaints, the kite flyer clung obediently to the airplane wing. He pressed the control button on his wrist and put away the kite backpack on his back to avoid being blown away by the strong wind pressure at high altitude.

"Batman!" he shouted into the communicator in his helmet, "Where are you taking them?"

"No man's land".

How do we defeat them?

“I have a plan.”

Inside the fighter jet, Batman had just set the flight path when he looked at the monitoring screen that popped up on the electronic screen, his expression somewhat grave.

The image shows a person dressed in a black robe and wearing a ghost mask, riding a bicycle at high speed down the street. In front of him, there is a sparse crowd forming a defensive network. There are about a hundred of them, each holding a gun and wearing a hat. The hundred people are distributed across three blocks. Although the number seems large, the defense is actually quite lax.

But Batman had previously investigated the Mad Hatter's hat factory, and based on the production speed and start-up time there, at least a thousand hats had already been produced. Even including the number of people distributed in the Solomon Street area, the number on the street was still about five hundred short.

“The Mad Hatter has set a trap,” he thought. “Just as we expected, it’s the Riddler’s open scheme. He wants to know if there are any traitors left in the group—so tonight, I can’t help Ma Zhaodi.”

He turned off the monitor screen. Things were going smoothly on Ma Zhaodi's end, and now it was his turn to execute his part of the plan.

At that moment, the Kite Man's voice came through the communicator again: "Uh, Batman, are you there?"

"I'm here."

"I think we might not be able to reach our destination."

"This was within my expectations."

"what?!"

Boom!

The cockpit suddenly shook violently, and a red danger warning light appeared on the screen: "Warning! Severe damage to the left wing and fuselage."

"Batman! They've both thawed! Mudface is sabotaging the plane with a steel beam!"

No sooner had the kite flyer finished speaking than another loud crash rang out outside the plane. A thick steel beam crashed down from above, shattering the cockpit window.

"Solomon has also broken free of the net! It's climbing up!"

"Kite Man, you get out first."

Batman said something brief, then emerged from the broken glass into his fighter jet.

He felt a whooshing sound coming from behind and immediately leaped forward. A steel beam swung over his head, its terrifying kinetic energy even creating a small shockwave in the air.

The bat, its wings outstretched, turned its head and saw Solomon and Mudface standing above the nearly unbalanced plane, still locked in combat.

The kite flyer flew above him, shouting into his communicator, "The plane's gone! What do we do?!"

“I knew it would crash. The mushrooms only work for four seconds, slowing you down for sixteen seconds.” On these two inhuman giants, the effect would last even shorter—data he had collected when he fought alongside Ma Zhaodi last time.

As Batman answered, he used his microcomputer to confirm the plane's landing location—although it had been calculated before takeoff, he wanted to confirm it again.

"Then why did you even use a plane to take them both?! The area below is still a commercial district. If they fall, they might die from the fall, or they might crush someone else!"

“The jet is going to crash at the football field, where there’s nobody right now,” Batman replied. “Only when everyone sees my jet crash will they believe I was completely unprepared for tonight.”

"I have no idea what you're saying."

“We need to get them to their destination—your kite backpack is heavy enough to support both of them.”

Upon hearing Batman mention his kite backpack, the Kite Man's face immediately lit up with a confident smile. This was a piece of homemade equipment that he was very proud of, and it had undergone several upgrades in the past few days.

"Most people can't imagine how much weight a kite can carry—Batman, you know your stuff."

So the two flew toward Mudface and Solomon, who were falling rapidly from the sky. At this moment, even at this moment, the two were still engaged in a fierce battle, seemingly unaware that they were in the air.

Batman raised his hand and fired his grappling hook, pulling over the net beside him and tossing the other end to the Kite Man.

"get ready."

The kite flyer gave a thumbs-up: "No problem."

"It's too heavy!"

Half a minute later, the kite, which was holding onto the net bag with both hands, was pulled downwards at high speed by the terrifying weight. The kite backpack was stretched to its limit, and the tough alloy frame made a creaking sound as it could not bear the weight.

"Do they really have to fight over those two steel beams?!"

Batman, on the other side, was also pulling hard on the net's rope, but his flight wing was a specialized single-person suit designed for concealment, bulletproof and blast-proof protection, and agility. It was completely different from the kite suit used by Kite Man for rescuing people and was simply unable to bear such a heavy load.

In fact, he could have simply let go at this point without any problem.

"Do something, Batman, or we're going to fall!"

"Hold on tight to the net."

After giving a brief reply, Batman reached for his tactical belt again and pulled out a clover.

"I've got a firm grip! What should I do now?"

As soon as he asked the question, the kite flyer immediately shut his mouth, because the wind in the sky was getting stronger and stronger, making his face look somewhat distorted.

"Now control the flight direction."

A powerful push came from behind, the wind blew the kite and Batman, and also lifted Solomon and Clayface in the net. The pressure on the alloy frame was relieved, and the feeling that it might fall apart at any moment finally disappeared along with the creaking of metal.

"what have you done?"

"unimportant."

"Okay, where are we going to land? You should at least tell me our destination."

"Liquid nitrogen factory".

"good idea!"

The kite emitted a booster jet of air from its backpack, slightly adjusted its posture, and flew towards the industrial area not far away.

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