In the eyes of the crowd, who had been coerced to come here to buy, a fantastic scene happened again.
The worker raised the "common weapon" of the proletariat — a steel pipe — and charged bravely at the group of black-masked men with guns.
Duang！ Duang！
Two crisp sounds rang out almost at the same time, and were extremely clear in the ears of the onlookers who had been holding their breaths.
The two criminals on the far right had just raised their guns when the half-meter-long steel pipe hit them in the forehead, and they collapsed without a sound.
The rest of the criminals couldn't help but turn their guns to the right and start shooting.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! The bullets never missed Luke's back.
DuangDuang！ DuangDuang！
At that moment, the proletarian soldier with the steel pipe was like a protagonist in a Hong Kong martial arts movie who charged into a group of enemies. He whipped left and right, and four criminals passed out again.
The remaining criminals had no choice but to move their guns from the right to the front to the right.
Luke's fighting style, however, suddenly changed. He punched and kicked the four people nearby, causing them to stagger back into their companions.
In the process, their nonstop movements also blocked their companions' paths of fire. Luke's high-speed brain ensured that none of the guns were aimed at him.
At that moment, the criminals' half-arc had quietly been squeezed into an irregular oval, and Luke was cutting into the rough center of the oval.
Then, in this one-versus-nine battle, the "pipes" were immediately sent flying and screams rang out.
Luke's ferocious whipping just now turned into quick stabs, flicks, and flicks. At the same time, his free hands and feet kept moving the four "shields" around to cover his body.
The remaining five criminals felt that there was an accomplice in front of them.
Whether it was because they were worried about accidentally injuring themselves or because they weren't confident in hitting the target, they all hesitated for a moment.
Two of them reacted too quickly and pulled the triggers, successfully shooting holes in two of the shields, but the other three didn't have time to follow up.
Like a venomous snake, the inconspicuous gray steel pipe "shot" out from behind the four shields and hit their hands that were on the triggers.
With a cracking sound, the criminals' palms all changed shape.
Bone fractures were considered light. The two people who pulled the trigger had their fingers broken and were sent flying several meters away.
But before they could even scream, the gray steel pipe fell on their bodies again — this time, it was finally their heads.
As they collapsed, Luke gave up on controlling the four shields and let them fall limply as well.
While Steel Pipe was taking care of the five armed criminals, he had also punched the heads of the four shields, knocking them out with a concussion.
It took less than ten seconds for the fifteen armed criminals to be knocked out on the street.
Zath, who had received the Severe Warning, was barely able to alleviate his dizziness, but his headache began to intensify.
The feeling of something twitching on his forehead and wanting to come out made Zas extremely uncomfortable.
Even if the criminals assisting him were all killed in front of him, he had to stay calm, or he wouldn't be any slower than the criminals.
So he said, "Wait, we can talk."
Luke glanced at Zas. "Talk about what?" As he spoke, he stabbed down with the steel pipe and destroyed a hundred million guns on the ground.
Zas asked, "Who are you?"
Luke said, "Me? I'm just an ordinary worker. "
Zas: "… Then I can hire you for a hundred thousand dollars. Work with me tonight. How about that?"
Luke casually picked up a broken rifle and smashed it at Zas' face. "This gun alone can sell for more than three thousand dollars on Gotham's black market."
Zas raised his hand to block the broken gun. "Five hundred thousand."
After destroying the guns, Luke smiled mockingly. "I'm a worker. I hate it when people throw money at me!"
As he spoke, he raised the steel pipe at Zas again.
Zas still didn't give up. He shouted, "I know where Joker dropped the huge explosives. That's a ton of TXT. A lot of people will die."
As Penguin's right-hand man, he knew that Joker had taken dozens of tons of explosives. One ton of TXT wasn't a big deal.
He was only saying that to distract this guy who seemed to be a superhero. People like him cared about the lives of ordinary people the most.
But the gray steel pipe didn't stop. Zas's daggers sped up, as if he hadn't been injured at all.
His body was much stronger than an ordinary person's. Although Luke's steel pipe was heavy, it wasn't a serious injury.
He was just stalling for time so that his dizziness wouldn't fade, and he could counterattack.
After all, Luke's combat ability was truly natural and smooth. Even Zas didn't dare say that he was better than him.
But Zas felt that he could rely on his physique to catch Luke off guard and injure him. It was easier to be injured by a dagger than by a steel pipe.
Thus, he blocked the steel pipe with one dagger and stabbed at Luke's abdomen with the other. The dagger was still slanted upward.
As long as it hit, Zas would slice upward and cut open Luke's abdomen.
Unfortunately, dreams were always beautiful!
In reality, Luke's steel pipe suddenly retreated a little, just in time to avoid Zas' dagger. Then, he changed from a diagonal slash to a forward stab, and stabbed Zas' forehead heavily.
Zas' vision went dark, and that familiar dizziness returned.
He could vaguely hear Luke mocking him. "Idiot, my pipe is longer than yours."
Actually, it wasn't just the length of the weapon that was ten centimeters different. Their arms were also more than ten centimeters apart.
From a bystander's perspective, they could see that Zas's head was already against the steel pipe, but the dagger was still twenty centimeters away from Luke's body.
Succeeding in his attack, Luke swung the steel pipe around and hit Zas's head a second time.
Duang！
It was that familiar crisp sound again. Luke looked at Zas in astonishment, who staggered two steps but was still standing. "Huh, your head … is a little hard."
Duang, duang, duang, duang, duang!
Luke moved closer and hit Zas's bald head repeatedly with the steel pipe as if he were knocking on a wooden fish.
If he really used force, he could turn Zas's head into tofu with one blow. But this kind of guy who could take a beating was definitely good experiment material; it would be a pity to kill him.
Thus, Luke controlled his strength the entire time, just enough to make Zas more dizzy, but not too much damage to Zas's head.
The unlucky Zas felt as if a drum and bell were ringing in his head, and his consciousness became more and more blurry. Finally, the world became quiet — after being hit more than ten times in a row, he finally blissfully passed out.
At that moment, more than twenty red dots had appeared on his head, and a small portion had already started to swell.
By this time tomorrow, Zas might be able to pretend to be Sakyamuni.
Luke grabbed Zas and looked around at the crowd, which had gone from quiet to whispering. Some of these people had run away from the Riddle Man to begin with, and had actually "entered the palace for the second time." Their luck was truly extraordinary.
Seeing that Luke was looking at them, the voices quickly died down.
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