There were more than two hundred people in total in these eleven batches. Most of them were well-trained, and only a few of them were weaklings.
But to Luke's regret, Barkley Williams was the only one with a super ability, and he was a useless guy.
Thankfully, he didn't get a discount on the experience and credit points. Each person was thirty, and the total was more than six thousand experience and credit points. This proved that most of the criminals had more than one life on their hands, and were basically villains who had done all sorts of evil.
Luke wasn't afraid of hitting the wrong person.
In the face of such a gang, as long as someone wanted to attack him, the system would assume that the host's life was in danger. The entire gang would be regarded as the system's enemy, and all protection would be immediately canceled.
It could be said that Luke was the system's biological son.
The system's rules and regulations only prevented him from turning into a bad guy, and didn't restrict him in the face of danger and make him fight back passively.
However, Luke didn't collect any information on these criminals this time.
Thus, he didn't kill any of them. Instead, he attacked them according to how brutal they were.
Whose bones were more fragile, or why the man with the pistol had five broken bones, while the man with the AK only had four broken bones? That was just a random mistake.
Even if there were high-level spies among the criminals, they could only blame it on their bad luck.
After working for more than an hour and throwing out almost a dozen bat darts, Luke was finally done.
The two FBI agents in the car had already accepted their fate. They took out a glove box and put it on the hood.
Luke followed their advice and didn't throw the bat darts into the car. Instead, he threw them directly into the glove box.
The reason why he looked for these two FBI agents was very simple: he had seen them before.
Almost a year ago, during the Carlos family attack in Shackelford, these two agents had come with Chris Jones, the FBI team leader, to support the town's police department.
The driver of this car was Mario Santos, who had appeared with Chris Jones at the very beginning.
It didn't matter who he gave the credit to this time. Naturally, Luke chose to give it to Chris Jones, whom he was on friendly terms with.
In fact, the CIA and the DEA were also lying in ambush, but Luke didn't know them.
The other people he knew were from Wales' team and Flegg's team.
Luke didn't want Batman to show that he knew them, so he deliberately avoided them.
After all the criminals were handed over to the FBI, more than ten black SUVs and patrol cars arrived at the area and took control of the situation.
Standing on the roof, Luke chuckled and leaped into the air. His cloak hardened as he drifted away into the night sky.
…
Selina got up in the morning and looked at Luke, who was humming a song as he cooked. She then looked at the leftover ingredients in the kitchen and asked, "Are you in a good mood today?"
Luke shrugged. "Not bad."
Selina scurried over and opened the steamer to take a look. She quickly took out a bun and took a bite. "Ah mumu ~ Barbecued pork buns are the best."
Luke didn't stop her. "Take it over, or Gold Nugget will charge in."
Selina was disdainful. "How dare it! I have to agree first. " As he spoke, he quickly took out a barbecued pork bun from the steamer and tossed it to the door. "Come here and help me carry the steamer."
Gold Nugget scampered in and quickly moved its mouth. It swallowed the barbecued pork bun, then let Selina put the steamer on the big plate on its head.
The human and dog carried the steamer to the dining table. Luke put the barbecued pork dumplings on the steamer, washed his hands, and had breakfast together.
The tablets next to them were still filled with the old news about Batman. For the time being, there were no news reports on what Luke had done last night.
However, while he could leisurely cook and eat breakfast at home, many departments in Los Angeles were busy.
The busiest was the FBI's Chris Jones team.
Chris Jones hadn't slept all night. He was exhausted, but he had to face even more trouble.
At the beginning of last night, when he received the first address from Batman, he hadn't thought too much about it.
When all eleven criminal lairs were taken down, Captain Jones knew that he was in big trouble this time.
Of course, it was just trouble, and he enjoyed it.
His team was bound to receive requests from various parties for assistance in the investigation, some of which were related to the two hundred or so criminals who had been caught last night.
More of them were requests for his department to cooperate with the investigation of another person.
That person was, of course, Batman.
During the disaster relief the night before, this new superhero had already attracted enough attention, but that had nothing to do with Captain Jones.
But last night, Batman had informed his team of all the criminals' locations, and Captain Jones had been forced to deal with the inquiries.
He was just an operations team leader, not the director of the FBI. He couldn't handle the pressure from all sides at all.
But even if he couldn't handle it, someone else could.
Captain Jones straightaway gathered all the representatives of the units who had requested assistance in the investigation, and took out the eleven bat darts and the notes in front of them.
"Everyone, yesterday, one of our agents who was in charge of surveillance on the street received these eleven bat darts. There were eleven notes on them that told us the criminals' addresses." Captain Jones picked up an evidence bag and showed everyone one of the bat darts and the note. "So, we've never seen Batman. We're just arresting people based on the addresses on this note."
Seeing that a few people were already about to speak, Captain Jones raised his hand and said, "Everyone, use your abilities in the right places. The two hundred criminals from last night were the ones who saw "him" with their own eyes. If you need any help, you can talk to my superior, Deputy Director Bretton, or you can ask Director Solsko to give me orders. There's nothing I can do about the rest. "
After saying that, Captain Jones left.
Was he implying that he wanted a share of the loot from the FBI? In that case, he could go to his superior, Deputy Director Bretton, and make a deal.
Jones was just a prison guard, and he would give orders to whoever came to him.
Of course, before that, the FBI would extract the criminals' value first.
That was why Captain Jones didn't hate Batman at all, even though he was in a lot of trouble.
That was how Captain Jones was willing to sell a batch of criminals to them three times. That was really nice of him.
First of all, there was the problem of money. Seventeen wanted criminals had been found among the two hundred people, and all of them had a bounty of more than two million on their heads.
The two million on the bounty would be legal income for Jones's team.
Batman had thrown the darts to inform Jones's team that he clearly didn't intend to take the reward, so Jones's team was the rightful winner of the reward.
Secondly, these criminals would be implicated in more cases and intelligence.
Finally, they were the first group of criminals who had personally experienced Batman's strength.
(Note: When I changed the update time yesterday, everyone said that there was less content. Some people even said that I missed one update, so let's go back to the previous update time. One update at 11, and two updates at 19.)
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