As if he had been pardoned, Scott heaved a sigh of relief. "That's good. Bro, I thought you were going to do something to me, hehe. "
Looking at his adorable smile, Luke was amused, but wasn't angry.
With the development of the Internet in recent years, people had gradually learned about all kinds of news.
There were more people coming out of the closet and supporting equal rights, and many people were braver in expressing their true sexual orientation.
Both Luke and Selina had been hit on by many people of the same sex when they were out.
And the beginning of this situation was indeed very similar to what he had done today; he was a little too enthusiastic.
So, it wasn't strange that Scott misunderstood.
It was like how in China after 2000 years in his previous life, strangers who were too enthusiastic would be suspected of being scammers.
"Don't worry." Luke drew circles on his forehead. "I just have a hunch that you have the temperament of a superhero. Otherwise, people would think you're cosplaying in this outfit. "
Scott thought for a moment, then realized something. "No wonder the people in the alley looked at me like that."
Luke was helpless. That's because I helped you clean up. Otherwise, a bunch of reporters would've surrounded you in half an hour if you hadn't run away immediately.
This was New York, the most fanatical and friendly city for superheroes in the world.
What if it was a super bad guy? Sorry, the Bat Squad would teach all the super bad guys who caused trouble here a lesson.
There were online celebrities in New York who updated the Bat Squad's achievements, recording how many people died and how badly they were injured.
Of course, the numbers weren't accurate. Many bad guys were killed before they even had a chance to show their faces.
But the records were real cases that had been verified, and the error rate was very low.
Even if there were a lot of omissions, the number of unlucky criminals in New York in 2011 was still more than three thousand.
It sounded like a lot, but there were actually less than ten people a day.
If they were split evenly among the Bat Squad and the dozen or so members of the Ursa Minor, each person would get less than one a day.
New York City's "criminal resources" were drying up, and they could only "incidentally" protect nearby New Jersey.
New Jersey, New York, and parts of Rhode Island near New York also received the same treatment.
As the saying went, people died for money.
The price of illegal drugs and services had multiplied in New York. Even if they only did one-tenth of what they used to, they would still make a lot of money.
Unwilling to give up the huge market in New York, the gangs simply split up and hid in the surrounding areas to fight with Bat Squad.
Luke knew very well that he couldn't get rid of all the criminals, so after controlling the number, he basically left the daily cleaning up to Mindy's Ursa Minor.
At this moment, knocking sounds came from not far away from the two of them.
The two of them turned their heads at the same time and saw a figure exiting from the transparent state, revealing a dark gray armor.
Luke didn't say anything, but Scott was so scared that he leaned forward with one hand on his chest, as if he were scared out of his wits.
It wasn't his fault for having such a strong reaction. It was because Luke had mentioned that many Dark Knights had "inherited" Batman's style of doing things, such as paralysis or death.
Scott was a good person, but he felt uncomfortable when he heard of such methods.
At this moment, when he suddenly discovered the Dark Knight standing beside him, it was thanks to his healthy heart that he didn't fall sick from fright.
Knight looked at Luke with his blue and white eyes. "Sorry, I have something to talk to him about."
Scott immediately got up. "Okay, I'll leave right away." He then took a step to the side and tried to squeeze past Knight.
In the end, he felt a weight on his shoulder. He turned his head and lowered his eyes, only to see a black palm pressing down on him, and Knight's low voice rang out. "We haven't talked yet."
Scott was about to cry. He raised his hand and pressed the button on the side of his helmet.
He felt that he shouldn't have too much contact with Knight, who looked very gloomy.
Damn it! Could a normal person have inherited Batman's will? It had to be a psychopath.
Then, Scott felt that he couldn't move his hand.
The dark hand on his shoulder rose and easily pinched his hand that was about to press the off button.
Scott immediately used his other hand to press the button. He had practiced this before.
In the end … his hands were squeezed together, as if he were begging for mercy.
Luke stood up with a smile. "Knight, Scott's a nice guy. Don't tease him."
Stumped for a moment, Scott suddenly thought of something. He looked back and forth between them. "Are you … in cahoots?"
Luke shook his head with a smile and patted Scott's shoulder. "I just happened to fight the same criminals as Batman."
Scott had a "f * ck" expression on his face. He still felt that he had been tricked.
But he didn't give up. "Wait, what if he's a bad guy in disguise? He's wearing a mask. "
Luke didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He patted the clown's shoulder again. "Trust me. Whoever dares to pretend to be a Dark Knight in New York will definitely end up in the ICU tomorrow. "
Pausing for a moment, he continued, "Don't worry. Knight never attacks good people."
With that, he nodded at Knight, who was dressed as a level-two clone, and left.
Scott watched him leave in a daze. Suddenly, he realized that the cafe was quiet. There were no customers talking or waiters moving around. It was like the scene of a horror movie.
Thinking back, he hadn't heard any noise in the cafe since a moment ago.
His face was a little pale. "You, you didn't kill everyone here, did you?"
Knight chuckled and tapped Scott's waist to open the storage slot.
Once the Pimm particles were extracted, he let go of Scott's hands. "Don't worry, it's just some anesthetic. They can wake up after we talk. "
Scott said with a sad face, "Well, can you give it back to me first? It's a souvenir from my girlfriend. "
The knight sat down and played with the small tube containing the red Pimm particle between his fingers. "Oh, is that so? This is very similar to Dr. Pimm's product. "
Saying that, he flipped his hand, and another tube of red Pimm particles appeared in his hand.
The two Pimm particles danced around his fingertips like two children chasing each other.
The difference was that the one Scott took out was only half a tube, while the one Knight had just taken out was full.
Scott's eyes widened. "That's … That's impossible. Why would Dr. Pimm hand over Pimm particles?"
Knight didn't think much of it. "Of course the product has to be sold. Do you want it?"
Scott subconsciously nodded.
Knight paused and put the two tubes of Pimm particles on the table across from him. "Then let's talk. They're yours after we talk."
Scott's heart skipped a beat. Wait, he didn't dare go back directly because he didn't have Pimm particles.
If he could contact Dr. Pimm through the Dark Knight, he might be able to obtain enough Pimm particles.
By then, regardless of whether his teleportation error affected the plan, they could still travel through the quantum domain many times and complete the mission of collecting the six gems.
Thanks to Lonely Night Shadow for his 200 points of support.
(End of this chapter)
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