From Gotham to Night City, my infamy is known to all.

If there's anything from the DC universe that would become incredibly valuable and stylish if brought back to the 2077 universe, it would definitely include fur, real fur!

In the world of 2077, where wild animals are on the verge of extinction and can only eke out a living in animal sanctuaries and zoos, a genuine leather fur coat is worth at least six figures, comparable to a luxury car.

Leo didn't understand the intricacies involved, but he had another way—he simply found a sales assistant and asked her to recommend the most prestigious fur store.

So, under the attentive guidance of the female sales assistant, he arrived at Fendi's fur boutique.

Leo glanced at a few fur coats and could tell the store's class from the price tags, which were generally in the five figures.

Top-tier luxury goods are exactly what he wants.

"I want this one, this one, and this one... Where's the men's section? I need to buy a fur coat for a friend; he's about this big..."

Seeing the figure Leo gestured, the beautiful female store manager couldn't hide her surprise.

Standing at around 2 meters tall and weighing around 400 pounds, that's a big guy even in the NBA.

"Yes, we are a high-end clothing store that focuses on serving the upper class. We have boutique clothing in various sizes, but the prices—"

Upon seeing the black gold card that Leo took out, she immediately changed her tune.

"Of course this is no problem for you! Please come with me!"

With his financial power, Leo easily bought all the fur coats he wanted.

He didn't look closely at the colors, including mink, silver fox, lynx, and blue-green, but since the size matched and they looked good enough, he bought them.

The card was swiped directly to my personal account; Batman might be watching me closely, but it's a legitimate purchase, so who cares…

He bought more than a dozen fur coats, which cost him nearly two million US dollars.

Fortunately, the money came easily, so I didn't feel bad at all.

After shopping, the store thoughtfully provided a home delivery service.

Leo took out his phone from his pocket, did a quick search, selected a high-end seaside hotel, and asked the driver to take him there as well.

The female store manager readily agreed.

The pretty saleswoman's eyes were practically sparkling with desire; it seemed as if he would willingly follow her into the car if she simply waved her hand.

But Leo was a man destined for great things and remained unmoved by her hints.

A dozen minutes later, Leo arrived at the hotel, checked in, and asked the deliveryman who was still waiting beside him to help him bring the carefully packed fur coat into his room.

After he left, Leo reached out and stuffed the gifts into his storage space, ending the brief relaxation session.

In the evening, he had a mediocre dinner at a nearby Michelin-starred restaurant.

The act used to mislead Batman is pretty much over here.

In the evening, Leo strolled along the beach, sharing the beautiful scenery of another world with V, before taking action under the cover of night.

He disguised himself, changed clothes, and took a budget airline. He arrived at Detroit Airport again at 10 p.m. that night and took a taxi to a high-end hotel near Star Labs.

"I'm back!"

Standing by the window, Leo glanced in the direction of the laboratory, then his consciousness entered the singularity space. He spent a fulfilling night chatting with Pure White while reviewing tomorrow's attack plan.

August 7, 11:00 AM.

A familiar upscale coffee shop.

A familiar location.

The familiar Black Forest cake and cappuccino.

And the same familiar defensive setup.

The pure white voice carried a hint of relief: "It seems they haven't noticed the secret intrusion at all; none of the arrangements have changed. We're lucky today; Dr. Silas Stone and the other key personnel are in the lab."

Leo's expression shifted: [So, in that case, as long as we capture Dr. Stone, we can easily open the vault; there's no need to allow an hour's notice?]

[Theoretically, yes. I can crack the dynamic password. If a high-ranking member of the lab provides biometric identification, I can open the outer explosion-proof door, and then I'll have to improvise about what's inside.]

[This doesn't sound too difficult, so let's proceed as planned. First, equip the combat robots and drones with the "Peace is Paramount" plugin, aiming to subdue the enemy without killing them.]

This was an arrangement that Leo had planned in advance.

It wasn't because he was kind, but because he felt there was no need to break ties with the righteous superheroes now.

With the threat of Darkseid and the new gods looming, he needs the Justice League to step in and take the fall.

As long as no one dies, the little bats can be appeased with force, preventing the situation from escalating to a life-or-death level.

After making the arrangements, he happily ate his dessert and waited two hours before officially starting the operation.

It was exactly 1 p.m.

【02:00:00】

The countdown timer turns green, indicating you can return at any time. If you don't take any action, you will be forced to return after two hours.

"start to act!"

Clang clang—clang clang—

The sound of the humanoid robot walking was like metal striking a stone slab.

The slightly sharp footsteps were accompanied by a buzzing sound that blended into a piercing roar.

A team of twelve humanoid robots, along with forty Wing Loong combat drones, could easily handle an armed guard squad of fifty people.

If an unexpected situation arises, his Demon Lizard Tank can be taken out and fired a couple of shots, but that would inevitably result in casualties.

A dozen seconds later, the sentry, whose eyesight wasn't blind, easily spotted the drone formation looming over them like a dark cloud, and was so startled that he dropped the cigarette in his mouth.

"F**K!"

"Enemy attack! Drone attack!"

He turned on the walkie-talkie and started shouting at the top of his lungs.

The American soldiers, who had just finished lunch and were feeling drowsy, were startled.

"Enemy attack?" The guard captain thought he had misheard. "What enemy attack?"

The lab they were in was located in the suburbs of Detroit and didn't have any particularly important experimental projects. Over the years, they had only caught a few intelligence-stealing agents. Who would bother attacking this place for no reason?

The captain scrambled to his feet from the recliner, his hand on his rifle, and rushed toward the command room.

Along the way, there were armed guards and laboratory personnel everywhere, and everyone was caught off guard by the sudden alarm.

"Captain? What happened?"

While we were walking, a middle-aged Black man blocked our way.

The captain initially didn't want to acknowledge him, but upon looking up, he realized it was Dr. Silas Stone, the head of the laboratory. He had no choice but to slow down and quickly explain, "It looks like a terrorist attack. Doctor, please stay in the safe house. We will ensure everyone's safety!"

"You... well, okay, I understand. I'll maintain order."

Silas panicked for a few seconds, then quickly calmed down and began to soothe the researchers' emotions as the person in charge.

During this time, his wife, Eleanor Stone, also came to his aid.

The guard captain ignored the non-combatants and rushed into the command room to check the surveillance footage.

Humanoid robot!?

There are also combat drones of unknown model but with impressive combat capabilities!?

what?

Skynet is coming!?

The sci-fi movies he had recently watched flashed through his mind, plunging him into a brief state of confusion.

Chapter 366 Flesh and Blood vs. Steel: Humanity's Utter Defeat!

A supervillain attack!?

Damn it...this isn't Gotham!

The guard captain shook his head violently, trying to shake those absurd movie images out of his mind.

At that moment, a young team member rushed over in a panic, his voice trembling as he asked, "Captain, what... what's going on? What do we do next?"

The captain was already distraught by the sudden crisis, and upon hearing his tearful question, his anger flared up instantly.

He raised his hand and slapped the green recruit on the back of the head, roaring, "What else can we do? Call headquarters for help right away! And while you're at it, call the police, call an ambulance, call everyone you can!"

The teammate stumbled from the slap, clutching the back of his head, and replied with a pitiful expression, "Captain, I'm not stupid, but... the signal seems to have been cut off..."

On the nearby communication console, the equipment was emitting a buzzing noise, like a strange, mocking sound.

"F——"

Bang bang bang!

Before the captain could even utter a curse, the terrifying robots on the surveillance screen launched their attack.

Gunshots rang out, and sparks flew everywhere.

Several sentries on the watchtower collapsed, shivering, their fate unknown.

WTF—

The enemy's brutal attack shattered the captain's last shred of hope.

They quickly checked the time; the last contact with the outside world was at 1:00 PM. This meant they would have to hold out for ten minutes before the nearby military base realized something was wrong.

It will take nearly ten minutes for reinforcements to arrive, and that's in the best-case scenario.

Can these greenhorns who have never been on the battlefield fight against a mysterious robot army for twenty minutes?

Just a dozen seconds later, the captain figured out the answer—it's a load of crap!

Their standard weapons have limited effectiveness against robots; hitting the metal only leaves a white dot, not even a dent.

In contrast, the enemy's strangely shaped weapons were as accurate as guided missiles. They didn't seem to be aiming at all, yet they still managed to hit the guards. Hiding behind cover was useless.

This battle is unwinnable; the equipment is far inferior.

If this were on the front lines, Liu Bajiu, Wu Balin, and Mingwu would be calling for artillery cover and fighter bombing right now, but this is the outskirts of the city…

"Attention all guards! Immediately abandon your defensive positions and retreat to the laboratory! The research institute is under the highest level of emergency. All non-combat personnel are to proceed to the safe house. Combat personnel are to proceed to the armory immediately. All weapons are permitted for use!"

The security captain shut down the pointless, piercing alarm and relayed the instructions throughout the laboratory.

In this critical moment, the previous emergency training proved effective, and everyone moved in an orderly manner amidst the chaos.

Of course, this instruction also reached Leo's ears, since Pure White had already taken over all the electronic equipment in the laboratory.

He deliberately showed the surveillance videos to the guards, hoping they would notice that his companion was not dead, but merely knocked unconscious or knocked down, thereby weakening their resistance.

This move was a resounding success. After the drone team quickly took over the outer defenses and secured the entire enclosed area, the other party's request for negotiation was successfully relayed to Leo.

"Hello, who are you, and what is your purpose in attacking the research facility? This place is under the protection of the U.S. military—"

"STARLabs, Detroit branch. Yes, I know where this is and what I do. Since you've been so polite, we can talk first."

Leo interrupted the stranger and waved at the surveillance camera as a greeting.

Looking at the arrogant man in a casual suit with a strange silver mask on his face in the surveillance footage, the senior personnel in the command room exchanged bewildered glances.

After exchanging a few quiet words, the guard captain stepped aside, leaving Silas to negotiate with the mysterious attackers and try to buy as much time as possible.

"Since you know where this is, I advise you not to do anything foolish. The Star Labs is... wait, are you listening to me?"

In the surveillance footage, the mysterious man strode forward and quickly approached the main entrance of the laboratory.

When they got close to another surveillance camera, his reply came through: "I heard you, but I think some things are more efficient to discuss face-to-face. Just stay where you are, I'll be there in a minute or two."

Silas and the captain of the guard exchanged a glance, both sensing the predicament.

The opponent gave them no chance to stall for time; they had no choice but to fight head-on.

Flesh and blood versus steel.

Light assault rifles vs. smart firearms.

With all defenses inexplicably malfunctioning and all the electric gates wide open and unable to close, American soldiers put on a spectacular show of "Humanity's Defeated Struggle" with their own flesh and blood.

The combat robots, without any disguise, advanced unhindered, their metal shells gleaming coldly under the lights, neither dodging nor flinching at the incoming bullets.

Apart from shotguns, which can buy some time with their powerful braking ability, other types of firearms are almost ineffective.

Forget about heavy firepower and explosives; this is, after all, a semi-private laboratory, and it's impossible for them to have weapons of that caliber.