Ten minutes later, they arrived at the final location. Eddie looked at the files and realized that his new boss was really kind. Tonight was still a free pass.
On the virtual screen in front of him were the twenty or so people in the three-story building not far away.
Looking at the number of people and the hot and cold weapons on them, he was a little nervous. "What do we do next?"
Selina said, "I've given you the equipment. Won't you know the rest when you walk in?"
Eddie was lost for words. Didn't this mean that he had to charge in and beat them all up?
Selina said, "Remember, the minimum requirement is for all the criminals to stay in the hospital for two months."
Eddie said, "Well, they don't have health insurance. They might not have the money to go to the hospital."
You are such a clever little devil! Selina mumbled inwardly, "Three months at home is fine too."
Eddie admitted that he was too young.
Hearing that, he almost felt guilty. He felt a little embarrassed that these hooligans had to stay in the hospital for an extra month.
But the new boss had ordered that he still owed fifty credit points for the equipment rental, and he had no choice but to beat them up.
Taking a deep breath, he strode out of the bushes and headed straight for the door of the three-story building.
The two hooligans smoking at the door weren't on guard at all. It wasn't until Eddie was two meters away that they looked at him blankly. "You …"
"Huh, what kind of cosplay is this?" One of the hooligans, who had clearly been in the cosplay circle before, was surprised.
The result of going overboard was that you couldn't control yourself. The hooligan laughed. "Do you think you're Batman? You're just wearing a plastic shell. Get lost if you don't want to die. "
In the car far away, Selina sighed. "The hooligans in San Francisco aren't as cowardly as they are in New York. You've got guts!"
Luke lowered the seat and raised his legs to the left of the steering wheel. He held a cup of coffee in one hand and an egg tart in the other. "It's good to have guts. Now, when the hooligans in New York run into someone dressed like this, they immediately run away. I'm too embarrassed to do anything to them. "
Selina was surprised. "You're embarrassed?"
Luke said, "Of course. There's a Batman doll in the lobby, and I pray to it every day before I go to work."
Needless to say, this method of being a gangster in New York was quite effective. At the very least, low-level thieves who made a living rarely had fractures. At most, they would have a headache for two days.
In contrast, the gangsters of San Francisco still clung to the American way — to lie righteously, cheat brilliantly, and steal freely.
Those weren't Luke's words, but the exact words of Pompeo, the former CIA director and Secretary of State of the United States in his previous life. "We lie, we cheat, and we steal. We also have a course dedicated to teaching this. This is the glory of America's continuous exploration and progress. "
At that time, the college students in the audience applauded enthusiastically, and Pompeo answered a college student's question about foreign policy.
Obviously, Americans were used to not taking "others" seriously.
In this life, Luke was also an American and a Texan, so he was always so unrestrained when he was "out of town."
Selina, however, rolled her eyes. "That's right. He prays every day that he doesn't run into us. He must be a fanatic."
Luke didn't think much of it. "Of course. Decent faiths all hope that God stays in the sky. Otherwise, it'll be awkward for us to meet each other every day."
In the world's mainstream myths about Buddhism, the Western Buddha was betrayed by a traitor, resurrected for dozens of days, and then ascended to the heavens.
Buddha comprehended the Dao and also ascended to the heavens.
The old man in China also rode away on his bull.
The subtext of these legends was the same: You're already such a great god, hurry up and ascend to the heavens. It's embarrassing to mingle with mortals!
This was also why Luke had decisively let Batman "ascend to the heavens."
A person too perfect shouldn't exist in this world.
…
While they were chatting, the newly minted "Warrior Transformation" Eddie had already started his performance for the night.
He tried to recall the Batman video he had seen — it had to be Batman, not the Dark Knight. He put on what he thought was the most intimidating pose.
Everyone knew that Batman was the most terrifying existence to villains.
His blood-red eyes and his burly Bat armor were nightmares that woke many bosses up in the middle of the night.
Of course, Eddie wasn't wearing the previous generations of Bat armor. Those sets were all kept in the basement at Selina's request as souvenirs.
What Luke had given him was an experimental armor that had gone astray.
Luke had designed it for fun, and had gone after the appearance, which was rare. After all, it would be a waste of his youth if he wasn't playful.
In the end, the Bat Squad wasn't satisfied with the combat ability of the armor, so no one wore it to fight.
But since this armor was cosplay style, it was clearly different from the style of most of Luke's armor. There was only one word to describe it — cool.
The difference between the Bat armor and it was like the difference between the anti-Hulk armor and a small Gundam.
The anti-Hulk armor had to meet all kinds of combat requirements. No matter how rich the tycoon was, he would only try to make it look good; he would never make something that looked good just for the sake of looking good.
As for the Gundam, aerodynamics, fluid mechanics, and classical mechanics were all tossed aside. It was enough that it looked cool.
This was also why the hooligans at the door thought that Eddie was a cosplay enthusiast.
That was because everyone felt that only armors like Batman and Iron Man were the most convenient for fighting.
Not only was the armor in front of them exaggerated, it also had two huge metal wings on its back. It would be difficult for them to move normally, let alone fight.
Eddie, however, wasn't angry at all.
On the way here, he had already tested it himself.
This strange armor really suited him. Even if he owed half a million dollars for this one use, he didn't feel like it was a loss.
On the virtual screen, the two hooligans at the door were dyed light red.
This meant that their criminal records were at least at the level of little rascals.
It wasn't just them; everyone in the building would receive the same notification later.
The change from light red to dark red represented an increase in their crime score.
The mission requirement was that the dark red target had to have all four limbs broken, the big red target had to have at least one limb broken, and the light red minions could do whatever they wanted.
Looking at a hooligan who was cursing and shoving him, Eddie simply grabbed the other party's wrist, spun him around, and pushed him against the wall at the door.
Thud! Crack!
The hooligan's head smashed a hole in the wall.
It wasn't that he had an iron head; it was just that it was made of polymer, and wasn't very strong.
But at that moment, the other party's eyes were full of stars as he lay on the ground with an expression that said, "This has nothing to do with me."
Stunned, the other hooligan reached for the gun behind his waist.
Eddie imitated him. He grabbed his shoulder and gave him a push. Then, he forcefully spun him around and gave him another push.
Bang!
The guy's face was smashed into the wall. His vision went black, and he passed out.
There was no iron head in the face.
That was the price of taking out a gun.
Feeling the hooligans that he had been afraid of suddenly become as weak as chickens, Eddie couldn't help but sigh. It wasn't that he wanted to keep a low profile in the past. It was just that his strength didn't allow him to.
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