Luke tapped the ground with the steel pipe and said, "Everyone, go home early today. Didn't you hear this guy say that he set off a one-ton bomb in the mall? You'll die if you keep running. "
Everybody looked at each other in bewilderment.
A few seconds later, a middle-aged man who was dressed similarly to Luke strode out and bowed deeply. "Thank you, sir. It was you with the Riddler just now. You saved me twice. May I know how to address you? "
Luke waved the steel pipe and said, "I'm just an ordinary worker."
Stumped for a moment, the middle-aged man bowed again. "I'm sorry, but you do need to protect your identity. Thank you again, sir. "
After saying that, he strode out.
He was only able to say that because Luke's outfit made him look like a worker next to him, which was very intimate.
If it were Batman, the middle-aged man would be afraid of dirtying his armor.
But after being in danger of death twice in a row, he didn't want to take any more risks. Luke's words had pointed out an even greater danger.
As a mechanic, it wasn't like he hadn't heard of a bomb. He didn't know exactly how powerful a ton was, but it definitely wasn't just enough to blow up a building.
Compared with the crowded business district, the apartment buildings where most of the residents were out were undoubtedly much safer.
There weren't many people in Gotham City who were purely retarded. Even the people at the bottom had the wisdom to survive since they were young.
It was one thing that the law didn't punish too many people, but it was easy for supervillains to target a lot of people. It was just that most people hadn't experienced it for themselves.
Of course, everyone here had. Also, there were a lot of people like the middle-aged man who had entered the building for the second time.
With someone taking the lead, and realizing that Luke was easy to talk to, more people started to leave the building.
Most people still avoided Luke. After all, he had just knocked out a dozen armed criminals with his pipe.
But there were still some sentimental or insensitive people who ran up to him and thanked him — for example, someone from Otaku.
"Hammer God" Viktor was excited. "Thank you for saving us. You've saved us twice. You're so lucky …"
Luke glanced at the guy and didn't say anything.
His companions were not so bold and were walking out. But when they saw this, they could only stop and wait for him.
A guy in a fish-scale suit was holding a 40-centimeter luxury half-fruit figurine with tears streaming down his face as he muttered, "Honey, don't die."
With Luke's eyesight, he immediately saw a huge hole in the quilt, starting from the legs and going all the way to the top of the head.
Hmm, your wife really died a tragic death! He couldn't help but complain in his heart.
The other Black Widow, who had a backpack full of wives stolen by him, had long hidden her only pillow behind her, afraid that she would lose her final comfort.
On the other side, Viktor looked excited, "But I feel that you need a title. Only then can you deter your enemies and promote yourself …"
Looking at the steel pipe in his right hand, Luke wondered if he should use it to shut the chatterbox up.
Strictly speaking, these fellows were also thieves. They were all light red in color, so they wouldn't deduct points even if they were beaten.
He had done a lot of things like beating up thieves during his initial period of accumulation.
Viktor suddenly felt a little threatened. Although he didn't know why, he still said that he had found inspiration from the Hammer God. "So, how about Crowbar-Man?"
Luke slowly raised the steel pipe. "Is this a crowbar?"
Feeling an even greater sense of danger, Viktor swallowed. "Sorry, I don't think so. Goodbye." He then ran off.
But when he ran to the door, he thought of a new title. "I got it. Let's call it — Stick-Man!"
Not only that, his fellow nerds were egged on by him. "Thank you, Stick-Man."
Luke, who had already walked into the darkness of the building, paused. He resisted the urge to throw the "stick" in his hand at them in the end. In any case, it sounded better than Crowbar-Man!
…
When Zas turned into a Sakyamuni, he didn't know that Luke had been spying on them from the beginning.
The entire process of the explosives being handed to the penguins, transferred to Joker, and then placed in various locations in the city had been captured by the drones.
After Joker, who was in charge of the overall situation, was knocked out by Lord Wei, nobody could doubt that the explosives hadn't detonated, because nobody knew how many there were or when they would detonate.
The truly dangerous ones were the ones that the criminals carried with them.
But Luke could take them all back when he dealt with them.
Some innocent people might be implicated in the process, but there definitely wouldn't be too many.
Getting rid of these supervillains in one go in exchange for a bright Gotham future was a better choice.
Luke wasn't a saint; he couldn't eradicate evil without sacrifices.
He wouldn't ask someone to make a sacrifice, but he could only apologize to those who were affected.
If you didn't want to make mistakes in this world, the best way was to not do anything.
If you didn't do anything, the mistakes would be someone else's.
Of course, Luke wouldn't live such a lazy life. Doing his best to reduce the number of innocent people was the greatest kindness he could do.
He looked at the time. It was only an hour before his fighter plane arrived. He had to speed up.
Casually tossing Zas into Space 2, Luke disappeared into the darkness.
…
On the ground floor of a building, Scarecrow was leaning against a pillar. He urged impatiently, "Idiots, hurry up and move the cans in. Any later, and we won't be able to do anything tonight. "
The criminals in pig masks simply exchanged glances with each other and didn't say anything, but they did move a little faster.
Before tonight's mission, they knew that they were just playing second fiddle to a bunch of lunatics.
As long as their lives weren't threatened, the lunatics could do whatever they wanted.
Tomorrow morning, after confirming that they weren't slacking off, the middleman would transfer the remaining 50% of the reward to the criminals' secret account.
So, for the sake of the money, the lunatics could be bosses if they wanted to. They just needed to do their job.
It wasn't a shameful thing to make money.
Scarecrow urged them on, but he actually wasn't in a hurry.
It hadn't even been an hour since the show started. Besides, those idiots only knew how to do things with their fists and guns.
The truth was that less than 10% of the people involved in the chaos so far were too inefficient.
Only a genius like him would think of using this tall building in the center of the city to launch a "fear gas" at densely populated areas in the city.
At that time, whether they were blue-collar, white-collar, or middle-class people, they would all f * cking get high! Thinking that, Scarecrow couldn't help but laugh. His weird scarecrow mask revealed a crooked and terrifying smile.
The only problem with the plan was the transportation of the fear gas.
To ensure that Joker could get him out of Arkham, Scarecrow couldn't make any preparations in advance. Even the fear gas was a stockpile that had been stored in a secret location.
After the riot started, after confirming that Superman and Batman didn't have the energy to pay attention to him, the gas canisters were shipped over.
What he needed to do now was to install the gas canisters that the criminals had brought and detonate them two to three hundred meters in the air.
At that time, the fear gas would spread and sink in the air to cover the residential areas below.
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