Claire also went back to her room to rest. She hadn't slept much last night, and had been worried about Luke.
The living room was quiet again, except for the faint sound of Luke's tablet.
Suddenly, he raised his head and smiled. "Aren't you going to sleep a little longer?"
Blake walked over. Looking at his smiling face, the slight nervousness in her heart dissipated. "I'm a mess. I can't sleep."
Luke gestured. "Sit down and talk."
Blake was still dressed in a big T-shirt and shorts. She looked a lot more energetic after combing up.
The T-shirt that was pushed up high and the two snow-white and beautiful legs were even more eye-catching.
Luke glanced at her and asked, "Where's your family?"
Blake smiled bitterly. "My dad is working right now. My mom went to San Francisco the day before yesterday and won't be back until noon."
Luke hummed in response. "If possible, it's best not to go to San Francisco. Did Claire tell you?"
Blake nodded. "That's right. That's why I postponed my trip yesterday, but … Forget it. I just wanted to say thank you. "
Luke raised an eyebrow and smiled. "Didn't you thank me last night?"
Looking at his smile, Blake finally smiled as well. "I'll say it again in case you forget."
Luke shrugged. "Then I'll remember it very clearly now."
They chatted in low voices for a while, and before she knew it, Blake fell asleep on the couch.
Luke shook his head slightly.
Although Blake was talking and laughing with him, the gloom in her eyes couldn't be wiped away. She wasn't as relaxed as she seemed.
He then gestured at Gold Nugget, who was lying on the side, to tell it to play on its own and not make any noise.
Then, he got up and went to the workshop.
The dog head raised its head gloomily and mumbled to itself, Doesn't the fiend like beautiful women the most? Why isn't he doing anything to a beautiful woman today? Is it because she's too magnanimous?
The dog head felt that it was a question worth studying.
After Luke entered the workshop, he contacted Robert and Catherine and told them that his villa was still safe, and that they could continue traveling in peace.
After hanging up, he started working overtime.
The knockoff Batman armor that he had used last night was a test product that he had made earlier.
It was bulletproof, shock-resistant, and could glide and turn at high speed in the complex environment of the city.
Secondly, its helmet was sealed and had a special filtration and oxygen supply system, so it could also resist poisonous gas.
The mechanical voice outside the helmet was also synchronized with the recording and broadcast, which solved the problem of Luke typing on his phone every time.
The armor was also much larger than Luke himself, and was more than 2.1 meters long.
This was also the reason why those people subconsciously thought that he was a super criminal when they first saw him.
When he put on the Batman armor, he was a big, black lump. Ordinary people would feel a strong sense of oppression when they saw him.
This also allowed his body to be completely concealed by the armor, and his real body would not be discovered through the recording.
During the operation last night, he had purposely not used any firearms, so he hadn't seriously injured any of the criminals. At most, he had broken their arms or legs.
He did it on purpose.
Cloning a Batman in the Marvel World, still adhering to the principle of not killing people, not using guns, and only saving people, thinking about it makes me a little excited!
It was also because of his proficiency and progress in his skills, his in-depth research on Predator equipment, and his abundant funds that his Batman experimental armor was already outdated before it was officially used.
He was already working on a new armor, which had a very different style.
If he didn't take out the Batman armor now, he wouldn't even have a chance to make use of it.
He had used this outdated armor with great fanfare last night, and in the first hour, he had earned almost three thousand experience and credit points.
This Batman armor hadn't been in vain. It was the first time it had appeared before retirement, and it had been put on a grand show in front of the entire world.
But Luke also had to work overtime to make the new armor. Although the new armor was destined to be obsolete very quickly, human technology improved through repeated use and obsolescence!
In any case, he had some money now.
While he was busy, he would pay attention to the L.A. news on the tablet next to him from time to time.
The media was all over the place, and it was all about Batman. Even the news of the earthquake was pushed to second place.
Although the earthquake last night had a magnitude of 7, there hadn't been a truly tragic disaster. Very few buildings had directly collapsed, and there was basically no one in them.
Thus, a mysterious hero who had suddenly appeared in front of the whole world was the most attention-grabbing topic.
At that moment, in a luxurious villa in Malibu, Los Angeles, Tony Stark and a woman were watching the news on the couch.
Looking at the TV, Tony said, "This dark guy doesn't even dare show his face. What kind of superhero is he? Hmph, if it were me … "
Although he said so, his eyes flashed with the urge to try.
Who was he?
He was Tony Stark, a unique genius and the smartest scientist in the world.
He didn't even need to look carefully to understand the principles and technology behind that clumsy black garbage armor.
With his current skills, he could make something a hundred times more magnificent and practical than this armor in minutes!
The woman next to him turned her head expressionlessly. "Mr. Stark, the guy you're talking about who doesn't dare show his face happened to save me last night. At that time, you were having fun with the May Girls from Moon Magazine. "
Tony Scott's face fell.
That was the biggest headache for him.
He had the skills and the ability, but he had never thought about making that kind of armor, much less going to save someone.
Instead of saving someone, he might as well donate more money after the event. That way, he could help more people and reap more benefits for his company.
Personally going into battle to save people? He didn't like this kind of brainless behavior!
This created an awkward situation: even if Stark Industries donated a large sum of money, the whole world would ignore it for the next few days, and the civilians in Los Angeles wouldn't have much respect or admiration for Stark Industries.
From the beginning, most civilians only respected and admired Stark … because of his money!
Their reaction was only to the money, not to Tony Stark himself.
On TV, the guy who hadn't spent a single cent had won the attention of the world and countless loyal fans.
What was even more frustrating was that a certain tycoon's indispensable personal assistant, Miss Pepper Potts, seemed to have become a hardcore fan of Batman.
That was so f * cking annoying!
He could only continue to be stubborn. "I'm just sympathetic to his skills. Look, he's still using alloy ropes with metal plates, and I don't see any auxiliary power system in this suit. Also, he's using his fists to beat those hooligans? This is simply an antique set of plate armor, but it's made with modern materials. "
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