On the other side, Luke rode the scooter to Karen's house and chatted with her.
Los Angeles was even more chaotic at night. Coupled with all kinds of pedestrians running around on the streets, Luke could only keep the scooter at twenty to thirty kilometers per hour.
This was an old Vespa model that he had painstakingly restored; he would feel bad if the paint was scraped off.
The little pedal made a detour through the streets and alleys for half an hour before it successfully sent Karen back to her house.
Seeing that Luke was about to leave with a smile, Karen couldn't help but invite him in. "Come in and have a seat …"
She paused and hesitated for a moment before she said, "You must be a little tired after sending me back."
Luke was amused. "It's fine. I'm very strong."
Karen: "…"
Waving his hand and saying goodbye to Karen, he slipped away on the scooter as he mumbled to himself, It's almost ten at night. What will your parents think if I go to your house to rest?
He understood what Karen meant, but he really didn't have time to mess with a rich young lady, especially one who was looking for thrills.
He wouldn't be in Los Angeles for long, and had a lot of things to take care of. He didn't want to waste his time on hooking up with Karen.
Riding the scooter, he avoided areas with more surveillance cameras and deliberately chose to pass through neighborhoods that lacked surveillance cameras. In passing, he beat up a few hooligans who tried to rob him.
Those hooligans wouldn't recognize the scooter, much less know that it was worth a lot of money.
This could only mean that the city's security was so bad that even poor people on scooters weren't safe.
Finding a safe house that he had set up in advance, he entered and put on the Batman armor. He sighed. "You're really going to retire soon."
Compared with the quick equipping function of the new White Wolf armor, the Batman armor had to be manually equipped, which was seriously outdated.
However, Batman was a very good target. Luke had to use it a few more times to make sure that it was put to good use.
Jumping down from the top of the apartment building, he shuttled through dark alleys and buildings.
A bunch of hooligans were forcing a woman with a child into a dark corner. The woman screamed in panic, but the hooligans only laughed proudly. "Scream all you want. No one will come even if you scream yourself hoarse."
"I'm here." A mechanical voice rang out behind the hooligans.
The woman holding the child widened her eyes and looked at the black giant behind the gangsters. Her lips trembled, and she was so excited that she couldn't make a sound.
The hooligans were so angry that they turned around to see who dared to slap their faces.
What they saw was a black giant standing a few meters behind them. He slowly raised his finger and pointed at them. "You are guilty!"
"Hey, Batman ~" a hooligan shouted, his entire body trembling.
The next moment, the black giant rushed in between them. The dull sound of flesh and skin colliding was mixed with the sound of bones shattering. The hooligans all had their hands broken and screamed.
Luke didn't show them any mercy. He picked out the gunmen and broke their thumbs and index fingers one by one.
This would not affect their escape in the earthquake, but without these two fingers, it would be very difficult to use their hands to exert force, such as firing a gun.
The black giant's dark red eyes looked at the woman who was standing there blankly. "Madam, you'd better hurry home."
"Ah, what's that? Ah ~" The woman cried out in alarm as the black giant picked her up.
Luke ran over and slid out with the woman and the child on the street. He put them down and left.
Stunned for a moment, the woman murmured, "Thank you, thank you!"
"Mom, Uncle Batman told us to hurry home. There are a lot of bad guys out there," the little boy in her arms reminded her.
The woman came back to her senses and ran with her son in her arms.
She had been really frightened when she was surrounded by the hooligans just now.
…
A group of hooligans were happily moving things out of a small supermarket.
The Chinese boss of the small supermarket was already lying on the counter, his face covered in blood.
He wasn't dead, and his injuries weren't too serious, but he didn't want to be surrounded and beaten up by these guys again.
Helpless, he could only silently hide in a corner of the counter as the criminals pried open the cash register and started to move the goods out of the small supermarket.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang, and an electronic female voice rang out. "Welcome."
The criminals, who were as happy as if they were celebrating a festival, turned around.
"All of you are guilty!" Another cold and deep mechanical voice rang out.
The black giant grabbed a beer crate on the side, blocked the automatic door, and charged into the supermarket.
The Chinese boss, who was hiding behind the counter, only heard a series of bangs before four or five hooligans flew over the counter and were thrown out the door.
He trembled all over and didn't dare stick his head out.
Less than thirty seconds later, everything was quiet.
Footsteps approached the counter, and the boss felt a shadow looming over him. He subconsciously raised his head, only to be stunned when he saw who it was.
The scattered cash that was found on the gangster's body fell from the huge palm and landed on the counter. "Keep your money."
Stunned for a moment, the boss nodded quickly. "Thank you, thank you!"
"Close the door and call the police. Now's not the time to do business," said the black giant as he walked out.
The Chinese boss stood up, only to see that the black giant had tied up five hooligans with a rope dart in his other hand and dragged them out from the floor.
The hooligans were very quiet. They had all suffered minor concussions, and as usual, the hands of those who had held guns were all broken.
Outside the supermarket, the black giant shook his hand, and the rope dart retracted back into his hand like a living thing. The black figure jogged a few steps and flew away.
The Chinese boss gritted his teeth and dragged his aching body to the door. Looking at the unconscious hooligans, his eyes flashed with relief. "This is what you get! You usually collect protection fees, but now you're robbing my supermarket! "
The more he spoke, the angrier he became. He grabbed a mop near the door and beat up the hooligans.
In midair, Luke turned his head and sped up.
These hooligans had guns, and the Chinese boss had been blackmailed by them a lot.
The boss deserved to be beaten up; they deserved to die!
He wouldn't look down on the boss for beating up a dog when it was down, nor would he think that the boss was using his connections to intimidate others.
Ordinary people who ran small businesses like these would bear it silently most of the time. They wouldn't resist if they weren't oppressed to the extreme.
At the same time, a lot of people's phones rang, and the first thing they said was: "Batman has appeared again."
Ten minutes later, Luke dropped the two drug dealers in his hands and flushed all the white crystals on the table down the toilet.
He heard a warning from the smart program in his earpiece. "Helicopters are on their way. Many special vehicles are approaching."
The lenses in front of him displayed a simple map. Luke was a green dot in the middle, and more than twenty red dots were approaching him at varying speeds.
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