With the determination to fight back, Bronski reached out his hand and grabbed the car that was approaching him.
With his strength, he could dismantle a car into steel fragments and throw it out.
Even if he couldn't smash the Dark Knight to death, he could at least send him flying.
That way, they would all be on the same starting line.
In the next moment, there was an explosion under his feet, and his hand was just inches away from the approaching car.
Eyes wide, Bronski tried to extend his fingers to grab the "weapon" that was about to fall into his hands, only to find in despair that it was getting further and further away.
The nano combat boots on his feet, which had completed their transformation, emitted a strong flame, causing his huge body to rise from the ground. With a high jump, he was flung back onto the golf course.
The owner of the car was still in shock. He had just stepped on the brakes, when he heard an angry roar in the night sky. "No ~ ~ ~"
Bronski, who was in the air again, couldn't have been more furious.
From the very beginning, he had been delivered here by Luke.
After trying out all of Luke's weird equipment, he was finally a little scared.
If he was in the air again, he would become an uncontrollable target, and the Dark Knight would have enough time to slap him in the face with his disgusting equipment.
So, running close to the ground was the most controllable option.
But why was he still in the air again? Roaring, Bronski reached out to touch the culprit's feet.
He didn't feel anything wrong, as if there was nothing there.
He tried to turn his head and look at his feet, and finally saw his feet that had turned black, as well as the flames that were spurting out from the edges of them.
That was the thing that had sent him to the sky.
A ferocious glint flashed in Bronski's eyes as he tore at the black feet with both hands.
With an unpleasant tearing sound, he tore a few big holes in his feet, and yellow-green liquid flowed out of the wounds.
But the nano device that had been fused with his skin was also damaged, and went out with two puffs.
Bronski fell, just as he had hoped, and crashed into the golf course with a loud crash.
He struggled to climb out of the pit, only to see the black armor descending from the sky again. It stopped not far away and beckoned him with its finger. "Anti-Mother Ang Aso."
"Ahhhhhhhh ~"
In the next ten minutes or so, the golf course was filled with ghostly wails and howls. "Boss Zha, don't touch me."
"I'm going out."
"Get lost! Get lost!"
More than a dozen helicopters, dozens of TV news vans, and hundreds of reporters arrived one after another. They aimed their cameras at the golf course and started watching.
Bronski had lost his fierceness.
He struggled to crawl on the grass, yearning for the free city district that was close at hand. Faint tears streaked across his eyes.
The demonic black armor appeared behind him again, grabbed his leg, and dragged him back. "No, I can't. Today's experiment schedule is too tight. I'll have to trouble you, Bronski."
Branski waved his hands and grabbed a handful of dirt and turf from the ground. "No, I don't want it."
"No, you do. A thorough checkup is good for your health. "Luke dragged him back to the golf course and pinned him to the ground.
Then, Luke raised his iron foot and stomped down hard on the back of the man's head that had bone spikes on it.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! The ground a hundred meters away shook.
The wounds on Bronski's hands and feet hadn't recovered yet, and he gradually lost the strength to struggle.
He wasn't Fatty Green. High physical defense didn't mean infinite.
He couldn't take being stomped on the back of the head five or six times a second with an alloy foot.
The hundreds of cameras around silently witnessed the Dark Knight's rarely-seen "brutality." Nobody said anything.
Nobody ran to stop Luke, even though the Dark Knight was a "second-generation leader" who adhered to the principle of "not killing."
That was because Batman had a precedent — aliens weren't human beings.
More than fifty people had been killed and more than three hundred injured in the battle between Bronski and the FireRed Man on Park Avenue.
Only a lunatic would sympathize with this inhuman monster.
Sensing that Bronski's mental fluctuations were getting weaker and weaker, and that he was close to passing out, Luke finally jumped up and stomped twice before he finally stopped.
Looking at the cameras nearby, he sighed. He couldn't expose Space 2 here. The hundreds of professional onlookers would let the whole world know.
Grabbing Bronski and holding him under his arm, Luke walked to the beach.
To ensure that Bronski couldn't recover before he entered the sea, Luke had to continue "stabbing" the guy to maintain his severe concussion.
Thus, in front of the reporters and countless viewers in front of their TVs, the Dark Knight wrapped one hand around the yellow-green monster's neck and punched the monster's face with the other.
Just like that, the man and the monster crossed the slope and the shallows before they disappeared into the sea east of the golf course.
Countless people heaved long sighs of relief. After a brief silence, they finally cheered.
The casualties caused by the giant monster were already known to the people watching the TV from the various reporters' reports.
The Dark Knight had been a little more brutal this time, but just like how Batman killed hundreds of thousands of Chitauris on his own, it proved that they were the guardians of mankind.
A murderous monster was better off dead!
However, a small group of people watched the TV with trepidation.
The most fearful of them were the local gang members in New York, followed by the professionals who committed violent crimes. The hooligans weren't so scared.
They knew that, compared with the strict first-generation leader, the second-generation leader actually didn't care much about them.
It had been a long time since the orthopedic department in New York had a hooligan with a broken finger. The second-generation leader of the Dark Knight's team had to start with a broken limb.
That was because the people who were taken care of had at least seriously injured someone when they committed crimes.
The hooligans who stole skills or sold weed as coolies were a low-risk group.
Over the past year, most of the hooligans in New York had gradually become fans of the Dark Knight.
The principle was similar to how some clubs worshipped the second-generation leader.
…
Luke got Bronski to the bottom of the sea with a physical shock and immediately stored him in Space 2.
Dealing with this guy wasn't as easy as the reporters and the audience thought.
In fact, apart from certain forbidden and inconvenient weapons, Luke had even used his Telekinesis and Annihilation Energy.
While Bronski's head was hurting, Luke's head was hurting too.
However, Bronski's pain was physical, while Luke's was caused by multiple bursts of annihilation energy.
But the annihilation energy wasn't enough to completely cut Bronski open.
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