Luke chuckled in a low voice. "So, you want to send them to a funeral home to rest forever? What will they say on TV tomorrow? A new generation of homicidal maniacs, Iron Man, who slaughtered hundreds of people in one night? "
Tony frowned and suddenly shut his mouth.
After Luke said that, he immediately understood.
Even if they were criminals, even if they were criminals he killed in the process of rescuing people, he would still be scolded by some saints if too many of them died in one night.
In this society, people would protest against the cruelty of killing a chicken at a fast food restaurant. If he really killed so many people, Iron Man would definitely be labeled a homicidal maniac.
Thinking quickly, he suddenly understood. "Is that why you haven't killed anyone, or even seriously injured those criminals?"
Luke glided away again. "You're not too stupid after all."
Tony: "What! Excuse
me？”
Luke's memories of his previous life were blurry, but he vaguely remembered that when superheroes accidentally injured civilians in battle, politicians would make a big deal out of it.
He wasn't sure if it was because of superheroes like Tony.
It was possible that memories from decades ago were intertwined, but logically speaking, it was only a matter of time before that happened.
Take SWAT, for example. Recently, two of Harrison's team members had been injured during a rescue operation.
After that, the two team members were sued by the injured hostages, and had been suspended pending investigation.
This was normal law enforcement.
Superheroes weren't law enforcers, including Batman.
They were all vigilantes! They were exactly the kind of people the law hated the most.
The law was a product of procedural justice.
Vigilantes, on the other hand, circumvented procedures and took matters into their own hands.
The two sides were fundamentally at odds.
Distracted, Luke considered these questions as he strolled around Los Angeles with the big baby Iron Man that he had just lured.
A few minutes later, Tony suddenly sped up and flew in another direction. "Haha, found him."
Luke curled his lip and broke the hands of two criminals who had set the fire, before he chased after them.
If he could access the police's radio channel, so could Tony.
However, there hadn't been any news of large-scale criminals, and Tony hadn't had a good chance to overtake them.
In less than a minute, Luke swooped down from the sky and kicked away a criminal with an AK.
Tony's voice rang out, "Charcoal Head, you're late."
As he spoke, the pulse cannon in his hand smashed the glass of a car, and the two criminals a few meters away were covered in blood as they covered their faces and screamed.
Sticking close to the ground, Luke charged forward quickly and punched down. One of the gangsters' arms bent, and he screamed at the sight of Luke's arms that looked like Transformers.
"But I'm still in the lead." As he spoke, he swung his body, and the cloak on his back hardened, its tip sweeping across the wrist of the criminal next to him who had just turned around.
Two lines of blood appeared on the gangster's hands. His hands hung limply, and the rifle slipped. "My hands, my hands."
Luke said, "You can also use it to eat." Of course, he would never be able to use a gun to shoot people again.
For a moment, dozens of gangsters were surrounded by two people outside the bank at the end of the street.
One of the bandits fired wildly at the flying silver armor with a rifle and shouted, "Go to hell, go to hell! You meddlesome guy, go to hell! "
Tony borrowed strength from the wall upstairs and landed behind him. He stretched out a finger and knocked on the top of the bandit's head.
Thud!
There was a dull and crisp sound, and the bandit's eyes rolled back as he collapsed.
"Sir, you've found a non-lethal way to attack," Jarvis complimented.
The corner of Tony's mouth twitched. "My super armor can only hit these hooligans with its fingers."
At first, the warship had been targeting Batman.
The difference between expectations and reality was too big.
As he spoke, he turned around and stretched out his hand.
Bang!
A trash can was sent flying by the pulse cannon and hit two criminals.
"That's very appropriate. But sir, I have to remind you that your armor's power supply is starting to become unstable. It's best if you return immediately, "Jarvis reminded him again.
Frustrated, Tony ran a few steps on the ground and crashed into a car. The car sent two criminals, who were hiding behind it, flying.
Looking at the data given by Jarvis, he quickly analyzed, "It's just a small problem caused by the continuous operation of the thrusters. I'll be fine as long as I don't use the pulse cannon or fly."
This was the most common problem with experimental models — they weren't stable enough.
Without continuous operation and combat testing, many of the problems wouldn't show up.
For Tony, this was a good opportunity to collect data on his armor, and he couldn't miss it.
Looking at Luke, who had smashed four or five criminals into the wall not far away, Tony sighed. "This guy's skill level definitely isn't that low. His armor is a low-spec version for this kind of urban battlefield."
Luke didn't care at all whether or not Tony could beat him.
A certain tycoon's pride was something that overflowed the horizon. He wouldn't plot against Luke.
Since he had found Batman as his opponent, he wouldn't allow his victory to be tainted.
While Batman was saving people, Luke directly fired at him. Such a victory would be meaningless.
It was like how a boxing champion wouldn't find a bunch of hooligans to send his opponent to the hospital before a duel.
That was because only by defeating an opponent head-on in the ring could one's reputation and income increase significantly.
And the tycoon had to defeat Batman fair and square in order to satisfy his sense of superiority.
After Luke arrived, he quickly took care of the most dangerous criminals before he rushed to the back of a car. He reached out and picked up two female officers who were hiding behind the car. Using his armor and cloak to protect them, he sent them to a corner not far away.
"Wow, Batman!" A policewoman's eyes lit up as she touched his chest plate with both hands.
After decisively tossing her into a corner, Luke helplessly pulled down the other guy who was also groping his chest and said, "You two hide."
As he spoke, he turned into a black shadow again and charged up the wall. He ran five or six meters sideways along the wall before he did a somersault and kicked back.
Two criminals who had been shooting at him were kicked in the chest and sent flying more than ten meters. They rolled on the ground and stopped moving.
"Wow, Claire, he's so handsome, he's so handsome!" one of the female officers exclaimed excitedly.
The other was also watching intently from the corner. "That's enough, Karen! You call everyone handsome. Just now, you said you were going to marry that tin man! Hmph, you fickle little b * tch! I announce that you've been removed from Batman's First Fan Club. "
Karen: "In your dreams!"
The two policewomen were, of course, Karen and Claire the little monkey.
Unfortunately, they had run into a premeditated bank robbery.
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