Super Detective in the Fictional World

2192 Side Story: Fantasy Journey 33

Stumped for a moment, Master Wayne then communicated with the smart program of the nanosuit that he was wearing.

Soon, two balls of black liquid stretched out of the gaps in his armor and changed around his legs.

In the end, it finally stabilized on the side of his thighs, forming two magnetic holsters.

If he wanted to use the guns, he could get to them any time he wanted. If he didn’t want to use them, he just needed to stick them to the holsters, and the nano holsters would automatically lock the guns in place.

Master Wayne liked it, but was a little lost for words. If he had known, he would have worn the nanosuit earlier on and studied its functions.

As a highly paranoid person, he had never worn the nanosuit.

Even the butler’s set was locked away in a box, and was only taken out for study.

After all, just a preliminary test already showed that this thing had a very mature smart program.

Of course, this wasn’t an A.I.. It was just a program for adjusting combat habits, and was very good at putting them together.

Also, it had an advanced data communication function, and could easily send out the intelligence it had gathered at any time.

How could someone as cautious as Master Wayne dare wear it in battle?

It was only because he had to fight Steppenwolf today that he just barely trusted Luke a little and put on this nanosuit.

Of course, Luke had taken this into account.

The nanosuits which the master and butler had were bound to their thought waves so that they held sole authority.

Except for the self-destruct function, which could only be triggered at the highest level, nobody else could add or take anything out of the original program.

In any case, this nanosuit had been tested by thousands of real people, and was already an extremely mature product after 10 to 20 years. There was no need for anyone to modify it at all.

If Master Wayne was capable, he could try making a new, modified version. That would have nothing to do with Luke.

This way, only the master and butler could use the two sets of armor.

At the same time, anyone else who might get their hands on the armor wouldn’t be able to activate it; it would be no different from a brick to them.

The master and butler could personally wear and test the suit, and recreate the smart program bit by bit, or they could just let it collect dust.

Luke didn’t feel any pressure about this. Giving things to Master Wayne for free would just make the other party even more suspicious – let him do his best to crack it himself.

The fruits of one’s own hard work were always especially sweet.

While experiencing the convenience of the nanosuit, Master Wayne also examined the two energy pistols in passing. He saw 2,000 on the LCD screen. “Is this… energy?”

The red and green icons were too obvious.

Luke hummed and said, “Standard rapid fire mode is 300 shots per minute, up to 2,000 shots. High explosive or armor-piercing mode is one shot per second, up to 200 shots or so.”

Master Wayne: …Is this a pistol or a machine gun? Or a howitzer?

300 bullets wasn’t a shocking number, but only a vehicle could carry 2,000 bullets.

In fact, automatic pistols and submachine guns could also fire 600 to 800 bullets per minute.

It wasn’t hard at all, but taking into account the actual motions, weapon manufacturers had specially reduced the firing rate for the sake of precision and practicality. Otherwise, firing 30 shots with one pull of the trigger would only take a second or two.

Machine guns with 2,000 bullets were basically only mounted on vehicles.

Luke suddenly had a thought. He took out two long belts from his holsters and threw them over. “These energy clips are basically the same as regular pistol clips. They also have 2,000 bullets.”

Master Wayne: …Fine, he wants me to become a machine gun shooter.

The operation had finally begun.

The earlier attack by the Batplane? Don’t ask – if you asked, Master Wayne would just say it had been a test.

They charged down the hill. Master Wayne was the slowest on foot, so he simply glided down using his bat-winged cape.

Diana, who was in the lead, jumped up and slashed down with her longsword.

The blade was limned in a faint red light. The light blue dome and the blood vessels on it couldn’t withstand it all. A burning cut instantly appeared and spread out over ten meters.

A moment later, the cut swiftly started to repair itself.

The members of the Justice League, however, had already filed into the dome.

Master Wayne suddenly switched directions mid-glide. “I’ll distract the Parademons. You attack the central tower.”

Everybody looked at each other as they ran, and it was Diana who said, “I’ll take the lead.”

Luke had no objections.

In a kill operation like this, it was normal for the main player, Diana, to take command.

In any case, there weren’t many orders to give. It was roughly the process of “charge in → find Steppenwolf → kill him.”

On the other side, Master Wayne had already contacted the butler. “Alfred, you can play the track now.”

The butler said, “But you didn’t drive the Batmobile.”

Old Master Wayne said, “The nanosuit has an external audio system. You can link to it.”

Looking at the new link request on the screen, the butler agreed right away. He played the specially compiled audio file and increased the volume to the maximum. “Playing Songs of the Year. You can enjoy it now.”

On the other side, with just a thought, the nanomaterial stretched out through the gaps of the armor on Old Master Wayne’s shoulders and neck to form speakers on both sides. Strange howling rang out.

A large number of the locust-like Parademons had just noticed the arrival of the Justice League and were about to charge over, when they suddenly heard strange howling, which made them feel irritable and uncomfortable.

With a roar, the Parademons surged toward Old Master Wayne.

The team members who had already moved to the side saw this scene.

The densely packed Parademons were enough to make a trypophobic person pass out.

Arthur couldn’t help but ask, “Will Batman be squashed to death?”

Barry shuddered. He couldn’t imagine being squashed under a bunch of bugs. It was too disgusting.

The next moment, a storm of energy bullets poured out of the guns in Master Wayne’s hands.

Compared with gunpowder, an energy gun with practically no recoil didn’t affect his air glide.

With almost 10,000 bullets on him, he didn’t have to worry about keeping up firepower. Why should he hold back? Naturally, it was best to take advantage of this first long-range attack.

The Parademons immediately suffered under this rapid barrage.

Although the energy bullets weren’t as powerful in ordinary rapid fire mode, they were already very lethal to the flying Parademons.

The moment they were injured, they lost their balance and fell to the ground like dumplings.

These ones could be considered lucky.

The more unlucky Parademons were the ones at the very front. Each one was hit with four or five energy bullets, and they sprayed dark green fluid like a leaking bottle before they hit the ground with a splatter.

Diana had initially been keeping an eye on the situation to see if Master Wayne needed rescuing, but who would have thought that with two guns in his hands, Master Wayne really looked like a god who would kill anyone in his way. It didn’t look like he would be squashed to death at all.