Big Wave rolled his eyes. "Don't you think so? How many times have I told you that without permission from above, any information about RIPD will be censored into meaningless syllables? Why did you waste so much time talking to him? "
The old man sighed. "It's because I like him."
Big Wave snorted in disdain and moved away from the dirty things. "Stay away from me, gay."
The old man said, "… I'm talking about the love a fan has for their idol, okay?"
Big Wave said, "Ha, sorry, I feel like there's something wrong with your sexual orientation after you died."
The old man said, "It's still better than your cross-dressing fetish, right?"
Big Wave said, "Who are you calling cross-dressing? I'm a real man! The way people see us is because of the higher-ups. Do you think I don't want to use my original appearance? "
The old man said, "Maybe you enjoy it. In any case, you've been cross-dressing for decades … Hey, you hit me again."
The antique car drove away in the middle of the noise.
On the roof, Luke confirmed his suspicions when he heard the meaningless gibberish every now and then.
The Asian old man wasn't lying.
It wasn't that he didn't want to tell the truth, but that he couldn't tell Luke the truth.
Their words were restricted, and they couldn't divulge any sensitive information.
Even if Luke eavesdropped on their conversation with a long-distance radio system, he would only hear gibberish every now and then.
The details revealed weren't any less valuable than hearing the inside story.
Even S.H.I.E.L.D. couldn't do such a weird information lockdown.
How many organizations on Earth were more mysterious and pretentious than S.H.I.E.L.D. It was very likely that it was some old-fashioned organization that had such an "atypical" method of control.
Luke sent a message to Phil with a picture of the old man and Big Wave, and told him about how they had killed the undead monsters.
This was also a reminder to Phil to keep an eye out for the undead monsters.
Based on previous intelligence, the undead monsters had clearly appeared more frequently than usual in the last two days.
Although he didn't know if it was a coincidence or if there was another reason, it wouldn't be wrong to let Phil know.
S.H.I.E.L.D. was currently a "friendly force" that could be used, so it would be a waste not to use it.
…
It was already May in New York.
The Rainbow Bridge incident was still popular, but most people had become numb to it, and their attention was inevitably diverted to other aspects.
Among them, the classic legend of bumping into ghosts gradually became popular in New York.
Stories of flashing lights, strange noises in houses, people walking on walls in the middle of the night, and people talking and shouting in the windows of high-rise buildings began to grow exponentially.
With the data from the polyhedron system to support their conclusion, Luke and Selina knew very well that this wasn't a rumor.
The truth was that there had been more than a dozen battles between the undead and multiple mysterious departments in New York over the past few days. The "acquaintances" included the SHIELD agents led by Phil, as well as the Asian old man and the blonde man.
Phil and the others also changed their choice from capturing them twice to killing them directly.
These Undead Creatures were not particularly destructive, but the effects they caused were very bad.
It was normal for ordinary people to have nightmares for a few days after seeing their strange and ugly appearance.
Between capturing the undead and covering up the mysterious incident, Phil chose the job of S.H.I.E.L.D. to cover up the truth to avoid causing social panic.
Therefore, these rumors were still just rumors and had not been completely exposed to the public.
In the meantime, Luke also locked onto the "stronghold" of the Asian old man and the blonde man.
It was a phone repair shop. It didn't repair phones, but fixed landlines, and didn't provide door-to-door service.
Needless to say, even if this shop did provide door-to-door service, few idiots would go in. The repair fee was much more expensive than buying a new home phone.
The two mysterious guys, on the other hand, had been in and out of the shop in the past few days, and hadn't come out for a long time.
Luke didn't think that the old man and the blonde man were hiding inside as part-time phone repair workers, so there was only one truth.
That was … there was definitely a secret between the two of them.
On the other hand, although Luke felt that the situation in New York had been abnormal recently, the commissioner of NYPD had already given the order to stop the constant high-pressure alert.
It wasn't that the commissioner was stupid; it was just that he didn't pay them overtime, and the old foxes in the key departments were working on their own.
This kind of crazy thing could only be done occasionally, and it couldn't go on for too long.
Otherwise, if the people below him kicked up a fuss, the commissioner wouldn't have to worry about the succession, and would just bow and step down.
Luke and Selina went to and from work as usual.
But at night, he would enter the dual-mode mode that he had gradually gotten used to.
At that time, his clones would switch to other aliases, while his main body would switch back to his Batman identity and go out with Selina's Bastet to do good deeds.
In comparison, Selina still liked going out with Batman the most, because this alias didn't kill people.
It wasn't that she was kind, but killing people didn't feel relaxed, especially when they went out together. Every time a bunch of people died, it made her uncomfortable to think about it.
So, as long as she used the "non-lethal system 2.0" that special researcher Bente had just created, there wouldn't be such a problem. Who told her to be afraid of blood the most?
But every time Luke saw her shoot out fart drugs, muscle cramping drugs, and vomiting drugs on the gangsters, he felt that these people would probably rather have their bones broken.
At the very least, the orthopedic departments of the major hospitals in New York had recently recruited a lot of doctors and interns, and they were all waiting for the endless stream of patients with fractures to go to for treatment.
Back then, Luke had recruited Bente to invent non-lethal weapons for Selina.
So now … it was good that she was having fun.
As Luke watched Selina take care of the gangsters in the building, his expression suddenly changed, and an image appeared in his surveillance system.
Fu sent a timely alert. "Master, we've found Undead Hunter No. 1 and No. 2."
"Turn the image around and let me see," he said.
On the virtual projection, an old car sped down the street, chasing a few strange-looking undead monsters in front of it.
Luke thought for a moment, but didn't move. Instead, he had his clone go first.
These undead monsters were worth a lot of experience and credit points. If they were killed, they would be worth at least one or two hundred, and if they were killed or captured, they would also be rewarded handsomely.
There were already five or six undead monsters on the screen, and it wouldn't be hard to get a thousand experience and credit points.
However, it wasn't convenient for Batman to deal with the blond wavy blonde, so he had his clone go first.
If things didn't go well, he could just shoot the old blonde b * tch a few times.
Faced with an extraordinary event that might require a massacre, Luke chose the Big Dipper alias.
Big Dipper was destined to become an existence with "endless hatred." If there was a chance, he would use this Scapegoat King alias, and if there wasn't one, he would create one.
I, the Scapegoat King Big Dipper, have never had to explain myself to anyone.
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