There was a huge technological gap between him and the other two, and the skinny young man could only ensure that he wouldn't be discovered.
Besides, it was pointless for him to track down Iron Man, who was in Stark Plaza.
Tracking down Batman was Amanda's greatest hope for the skinny young man, but he didn't dare.
He had superpowers that allowed him to protect himself on the Internet, but he couldn't improve his skills.
If he could track down Batman, it meant that Batman might also be able to lock onto his approximate location.
Given how elusive Batman was, the skinny young man was afraid that he would see the terrifying dark knight standing in front of his bed the next day, pointing at him and saying the classic sentence, "You're guilty."
The skinny young man didn't think that he was a masochist, and that there was no need for him to deliver a bone to Batman.
Unless one day, his abilities improved to the point where he could hit people over the Internet, he wouldn't be able to ignore the technological gap and track down Batman.
But then, why would he need to work for this despicable black woman? It would be better if he just slipped away.
If he could be a superhero, who the hell would work with this black woman?
Taking a step back, even if he was Iron Man or Batman's assistant, it would be better than being bossed around by this black woman.
A certain pitiful person who was in the beautiful camp began to fantasize.
It was really too hard to be a good person.
In this cruel world, only Batman and superheroes could give him a little bit of warmth.
…
Compared with the advanced joint research team, which was working at high speed to clean up their traces, Luke was very relaxed.
Split into two places, he dragged Selina and Gold Nugget, who had just returned home, up to the rooftop for an outdoor barbecue with the two heroes.
It would be a pity if they didn't eat some barbecue and drink some beer on a sunny night in late June.
Selina had indeed worked hard tonight, and Gold Nugget had covered up.
Also, for the sake of safety, they couldn't loot the spoils of war tonight.
Selina didn't care about the money in the vault, but the dog head did.
It was mathematically illiterate and didn't know how to calculate the profits, but it wouldn't forget to take one less cut.
Luke never let up on the dog head's education.
He had to uphold the three principles of fairness and openness.
Gold Nugget looked a little stupid, but those who treated others like fools had to be prepared to suffer backlash at any time. It was the same for the alien dog.
Thus, Luke wouldn't deduct Gold Nugget's benefits just because it was stupid.
Even if the dog head did become smarter, it would understand that it had not been deceived.
Selina, on the other hand, had nothing to do with it.
Gold Nugget even used Selina's credit card online, and it used Selina's ID to apply for an account to scold people online.
The two fellows found it troublesome and did not want to settle their debts at all.
Selina was eating a roasted eggplant with garlic. Her lips were red, but she didn't forget to ask Luke, "Are you working overtime tomorrow night?"
Luke said, "Add."
Of course, this shift wasn't from the police station. Instead, it was whether they should continue to clean up the remaining 20 or so gangs.
She had caused quite a stir tonight. Personally, she felt that if she got rid of those twenty gangs tomorrow, NYPD and the hospital would be cursing Batman and her.
But since Luke had decided to stick to the plan, she didn't say anything else.
She was only responsible for raising objections at the right moment, and it was up to Luke whether to accept them or not.
"Are we still having supper tomorrow night?" She changed the topic she was interested in.
Luke smiled. "Sure. What do you want to eat?"
As she finished off the second roasted eggplant, Selina pondered. "Hot pot, but this time, it has to be something I can handle."
Luke nodded regretfully. "Okay."
A hot pot that wasn't so spicy that it hurt the next day was soulless.
Ask Gold Nugget? No way.
This guy wouldn't be able to handle it even if he ate a ton of devil chili peppers.
Its physiological structure was different from that of humans. Spiciness was just one of the flavors, just like diluted sulfuric acid was vinegar to it.
While two people and one dog were chatting and eating barbecue, Luke's clone had already gone home with Max to make a cake.
But before the cake was made, Luke suggested that he fix the water pipes.
Max had casually mentioned that the shower head in the bathroom was broken, but it was actually a problem with the water pipes.
She had already bought the materials and was going to do it herself.
Max was the kind of all-around tough woman who could go to the dining hall (dining hall), go into the kitchen, and repair appliances, furniture, water pipes, and toilets when she had nothing to do. She was indeed a big brother with well-developed chest muscles.
More importantly, she couldn't bear to pay for the expensive repairs.
Luke was more concerned about this matter, since he was going to use the bathroom anyway.
He didn't want to take a shower in the middle of the night and have a pile of rusty sewage spray out.
Carolyn stopped Max, who was about to go to the bathroom to watch, and said in a low voice, "Isn't he too well-rounded? Making cakes can be considered a hobby, but how many men can fix water pipes? "
What she actually meant was that how many rich men would learn how to fix water pipes?
Max, however, said proudly, "He said that he learned how to fix water pipes after watching the male leads in action movies."
Carolyn was at a loss. "Huh? Which one? Why don't I remember there being such a male lead? "
Max looked at her roommate in surprise. A moment later, she said, "Wood Pecking, Gentlemen's Club, aren't they all available online? Hm, but I was watching a videotape. "
Stunned for a moment, Carolyn finally remembered something, and asked in shock, "You're not talking about those" action movies, "are you?"
Max looked at her regretfully. "Do you still think I'm talking about the ones that are shown in theaters?"
Carolyn was lost for words, but a moment later, she couldn't help asking, "What about the website?"
Max: "What?"
Luke spent half an hour fixing the water pipes and the showerhead. He changed out of his T-shirt and went to make a cake with Max.
Carolyn took the opportunity to enjoy her first time with the new showerhead.
Even without Elementary Sound Wave, Luke could still hear strange noises mixed with the sound of water in the bathroom.
With a strange expression, he whispered in Max's ear, "How long has it been since Carolyn had a boyfriend?"
Hearing that, Max pointed the egg beater at Luke. "Don't think about sandwiches, or I'll blow up your beep."
"I like your style better." Luke didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
He truly wasn't interested in Carolyn. It was just that her movements were too loud under his sharp hearing.
"Are you sure?" Max glared at him for a moment, before he gestured threateningly with the egg beater.
"I'm sure." Luke hurriedly sucked in his tummy. "Hey, this is for the customers tomorrow. Are you going to do that with it?"
Max casually put away the egg beater and continued to beat the egg white. "What's there to be afraid of? They've all eaten Oleg's."
Luke gagged, glad that he hadn't been tricked by this dark chef with his Sharp Nose.
Max finally smiled. "I'm just kidding. Actually, Carolyn hasn't had a boyfriend for half a year, which is why I changed her into a multi-purpose showerhead. Otherwise, she wouldn't have a boyfriend if she couldn't even afford condoms. "
After a brief hesitation, Luke gave up on asking about the functions of the showerhead, and chose another important point. "Well … condoms are for men, right?"
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