“Claim.”
Almost the second the words left Lin Yue’s mouth—
*Boom!*
A massive flood of information poured into his mind like a bursting dam.
Combat.
Reconnaissance.
Tracking.
Stealth.
Psychology.
Criminal profiling.
Firearms.
Melee weapons.
Driving.
Demolitions.
Tactical command…
Countless skills that previously existed only in movies were deeply engraved into his memory as though he had been born with them.
It was a surreal feeling.
It wasn’t as if someone had stuffed a book into his brain, but rather as if he had suddenly realized he had known these things all along.
Lin Yue even had the illusion that if he were given a piece of wire right now, he could pick a military lock in thirty seconds.
[Trial Version Ability Integration in Progress…]
In the next instant, the changes began spreading through his body.
*Crack…*
His bones emitted extremely faint vibrations.
Muscle fibers contracted and restructured at high speed, as if the potential that had slept for over twenty years was being completely awakened at this moment.
Lin Yue clearly felt his breathing grow deeper and longer.
His heartbeat became steadier.
He could even faintly hear the sound of his blood flowing.
If his previous body was like a family sedan driven for a decade, then now…
the engine was the same, but the chassis, suspension, tires, and transmission had all been replaced with top-tier components.
No fancy superpowers.
Just peak human capability.
A few seconds later, the enhancement ended.
Lin Yue slowly opened his eyes.
The world before him was completely different.
The burning military vehicle in the distance.
The swirling sand and dust.
The rolling bullet casings.
He captured every detail with absolute clarity, down to the trajectory of a single drop of blood slowly sliding down a rock over ten meters away.
His hearing had grown equally sharp.
Gunshots.
Footsteps.
English.
Arabic.
A chaotic blend of sounds was instinctively categorized by his brain in an instant.
At this moment, Lin Yue finally understood why Batman could always locate his enemies in chaos.
It wasn’t plot armor.
It was because his senses were simply far superior to those of an ordinary person.
He looked down at his hands and instinctively clenched his fists.
*Snap!*
The instant his fist tightened, power transferred seamlessly from the soles of his feet all the way to his shoulders without the slightest hesitation.
Every muscle in his body felt tempered and refined.
Lin Yue couldn’t help sighing in awe.
“This isn’t just an upgrade.
This is like turning me from a college student straight into a gym owner.”
The system surprisingly offered an explanation:
[A reminder to the host: Batman does not rely solely on strength in combat.
Strength is merely the foundation.
The true core is his intellect.]
The moment the system finished speaking, Lin Yue’s expression subtly shifted.
In that split second, his brain had already begun instinctively analyzing his surroundings.
*Wreckage of the military vehicle on the left: viable cover.*
*Three insurgents on the hillside ahead: one armed with an AK assault rifle, the other two equipped with an RPG and a handgun.*
*Rock formation on the right: approximately two meters high, vaultable with leverage.*
*Wind direction: eastward, sand and dust providing partial visual concealment.*
A flurry of information was analyzed in less than half a second.
Lin Yue himself was stunned.
“Wait…
did my brain just get a cheat code?”
The system replied calmly:
[This is a character capability.
A master detective is often far more dangerous than a master warrior.]
Lin Yue paused for a moment before nodding silently.
No wonder Batman could always prepare contingency plans in advance in the comics.
It wasn’t author bias—he could literally calculate everything.
Just then, hurried footsteps sounded near his ears.
“هناك!
*(Over there!)*”
Several insurgents in sand-colored robes quickly closed in.
The Ten Rings.
Exactly like in the movie.
Lin Yue didn’t rush into action.
Instead, he quickly scanned the area.
Tony was being dragged away by another group.
Though covered in blood, he was still alive.
Good.
Ho Yinsen should appear soon too.
As for himself…
Lin Yue began seriously considering a question: Should he run?
With his current physical specs, fighting head-on was definitely unrealistic.
But taking advantage of the post-explosion chaos to escape into the desert alone wasn’t impossible.
But no sooner had the thought arisen than he dismissed it.
First, no food.
Second, no water.
Third, no map.
Fourth…
this was Afghanistan.
The desert wouldn’t boot up GPS for you just because you were a transmigrator.
More importantly, if he ran now, what about Tony?
In the movie, Tony’s survival relied heavily on Ho Yinsen.
If the plot diverged because of him…
who knew if the whole timeline would collapse?
At that thought, Lin Yue decisively gave up on escaping.
He wasn’t a saint, but he didn’t want his butterfly effect to ruin the entire future of the Marvel universe either.
At least for now, it wasn’t time to strike.
A true Batman would never put himself in a desperate corner out of impulse.
He would wait—wait for the moment with the highest probability of success.
With that in mind, Lin Yue took a deep breath, smoothly closed his eyes, tilted his head, and resumed playing dead.
System: […]
[Host, you had a chance to escape.]
Lin Yue replied in his mind, *”I know.
But Batman is never a brainless brute.
Action without a plan is called throwing.”*
For the first time, the system didn’t argue back.
Instead, it silently logged a message:
[Host behavior aligns with character logic.]
[Character completion increased.]
[Current completion: 2%.]
The corner of Lin Yue’s mouth twitched up almost imperceptibly.
It seemed the system wasn’t judging physical imitation, but mental alignment.
This was far harder than putting on a cape and striking a pose.
Just then, a Ten Rings member walked up to him and kicked his leg.
“Alive.”
Another knelt down, checked him, and nodded.
“Take him.”
Soon, two men hauled Lin Yue up, their movements as rough as carrying a sack of cement.
Lin Yue almost threw up from the shaking and complained frantically in his head: *”Take it easy, man.
I’m a human, not a parcel.
With this customer service, you’re definitely not getting a five-star review.”*
Unfortunately, no one could hear him.
Along the way, he squinted slightly and silently memorized the route.
Left turn.
Uphill.
Past a fractured rock formation.
Through a narrow ravine.
Every detail was firmly locked into his memory.
This was an instinct left by Batman, and his primary asset for escaping in the future.
About ten minutes later, the group arrived at a cave hidden inside the mountain.
Just as they approached the entrance, Lin Yue caught the smell of diesel, sweat, and rust.
People were inside—and quite a lot of them.
Weapon crates.
Ammunition.
Generators.
Food.
Exits…
With just a glance, a rough structural blueprint of the entire cave automatically assembled in his mind.
As he was shoved into a stone room, a warm, weary voice suddenly echoed near his ears.
“Another one?”
The voice wasn’t loud, but it possessed a reassuring warmth.
Lin Yue slowly raised his head.
Under the dim light, a middle-aged man with a beard was looking at him with concern.
Seeing that familiar face, Lin Yue let out a quiet sigh in his heart.
Finally met him—the man who truly changed Iron Man’s life: Ho Yinsen.
Simultaneously, the system’s voice chimed again:
[Key plot character detected.]
[Main quest officially unlocked.]
[Host is requested to complete his debut in the manner of “Batman,” without disrupting the main storyline.]
Lin Yue looked at the system panel, a hint of a smile flashing in his eyes.
The cave.
Tony.
Ho Yinsen.
All the gears had begun to turn.
But before any of that, he needed to faint for a little while first.