Fortunately, this was just a prelude to Batman's performance tonight, so that Batman would be able to show up at St. Post Hospital in a reasonable manner.
He still had to perform along the way to make it more reasonable.
Jumping off the roof again, Luke could vaguely hear the woman who had just run out of the alley on the phone. "Is this the TV station? I saw Batman. The reward for providing clues is 200 dollars, right? Also, he saved me. You said that you'd pay more for the interview, right? "
The corners of his mouth curled up.
He didn't object to people using information about Batman to make money. Those who wanted to make extra money usually didn't have an easy life.
He had helped these people, but he was also using them.
It was understandable that others would take the opportunity to make some money.
He wasn't his grandpa. Batman wasn't his belief, but an alias that he could use.
He needed these people who had been saved to spread the news and create more topics to talk about, so that he would have a higher reputation in the future.
For example, tonight!
Boom!
There was a loud bang not far away. A forklift had crashed into an ATM at a bank on the street.
A dozen or so hoodlums cheered excitedly. "That's the way to do it."
"Hurry up and dig them out."
"Money. There must be a lot of money in there."
Luke shook his head helplessly. This was an ATM, not a vault. There were hundreds of thousands of dollars in cash at most in a few ATMs, and you guys actually drove a forklift into a bank?
But this forklift had probably been stolen, and the cost was outrageous.
Thinking about it from another perspective, it was understandable that they didn't rob a vault but an ATM. There were too few people in this world who could put themselves in the shoes of others.
Luke understood them, and hoped that the robbers could understand him later.
In the distant night sky, the beacon lights of several helicopters had already appeared and were quickly approaching.
He circled in the air and glided down.
The criminal driver, who was pulling the forklift out of the ATM, suddenly realized that there was no light on his side, and something black had covered them.
He turned his head and saw a black giant outside the driver's seat, and a giant hand reached in.
"Ahhh!" He let out a strange, drawn-out scream. His entire body was pulled out and thrown into the air, smashing into the roof of his companion's car.
The hooligans, who had been in high spirits as if they were celebrating a festival a moment ago, suddenly fell silent. Looking at the black giant who jumped down from the forklift, their teeth clattered. "Bat, Batman!"
Luke frowned in dissatisfaction. How uncultured! What the hell was Banterman?
He grabbed the lapels of the two hooligans closest to him and lifted them up with their legs suspended in the air. He stared at them with his blood-red glasses and said in a cold, mechanical voice, "You are guilty!"
All the hooligans screamed, "No, no! Spare us. "
They were all "loyal fans" of Batman.
Through the programs on TV over the past few days, everyone knew that after a criminal was caught by Batman, as long as he said this sentence, the criminal would have at least one broken bone.
Crack! Crack!
The two hooligans jumped up and down with their arms crossed, but they were secretly relieved.
They had only broken the little fingers of their right hands. This was also Batman's lightest punishment, and it was more of a warning.
Looking at their companion, who was lying on the roof of the car and could only moan weakly, "Ugh ~ ~" for the first time, they felt that it was great that they didn't know how to drive an excavator.
The hooligans driving the forklift might have broken a few bones.
The remaining hooligans looked at each other for a moment, before they suddenly scattered in all directions.
Luke touched his waist and threw out two bat darts.
"Ah!"
"Ah!"
Two screams rang out, and the two leaders who had been in charge of the robbery collapsed, clutching their legs.
Putting the bat darts back into his waistband, Luke turned around and left.
He could only give these hooligans a small punishment. Although pushing the ATM with the forklift was a little noisy, they hadn't hurt anyone.
"Dustin has already sent the four remaining officers to the back door," Selina said.
Luke said, "Got it."
Little Snail reminded him in the cute Minion voice, "Sir, the trap has been triggered. Do you want to activate it?"
Although Luke had been torturing the hooligans with the forklift earlier, his attention had been on the other side. He immediately ordered, "Yes, activate the trap."
Boom!
After a loud bang, a thick pillar of smoke rose hundreds of meters away.
Luke turned his head and smiled when he looked at the source of the noise.
Batman had noticed the commotion at the hospital.
Batman was going to fight crime.
Batman shot out his grappling hook.
Batman flew away.
…
In the air, Flegg was speechless as he looked at the helicopters not far away. "Why do these paparazzi have such sharp noses?"
The team member next to him laughed. "Anyone who reports Batman's whereabouts will get a reward of two hundred dollars. Anyone who has direct contact with Batman will get five hundred dollars as long as they're interviewed. On top of that, there were even higher bonuses, such as those who had interacted with Batman. All of Los Angeles is now the eyes of these paparazzi. They're much more popular than us. "
Flegg was lost for words.
Trust the masses and mobilize the masses! Come from the masses and go to the masses! It was a wise saying everywhere.
A secret agency like theirs couldn't compete with a TV station.
"What's Batman doing now?" asked Flegg.
The team member said, "According to our logistics personnel monitoring the TV program, he first rescued a woman who was being robbed, and then stopped hooligans who were robbing an ATM with a forklift a block away."
Flegg said, "Looks like he's not too busy today. Get ready. We're going to try to make contact today … "
Boom!
Flegg and his team member turned around. "What's going on?"
The observer in front of the helicopter immediately replied, "It should be … St. Post Hospital. There seems to be an explosion, and there's a lot of smoke. There might be a fire."
Flegg frowned. "What the hell?"
In his intelligence channels, there was news of a suspected "terrorist" attack at St. Post Hospital in the afternoon, but he didn't follow up on the details.
An ordinary explosion, even if it was a suspected "terrorist" attack, wasn't within his scope of responsibility.
The observer said, "Boss, Batman went to St. Post Hospital. It seems that the explosion just now attracted his attention."
Flegg nodded helplessly. "Follow him. This warm-hearted citizen, Mr. Batman is the most helpful. If there's an explosion, he'll definitely go take a look. "
However, seeing that the nearby TV helicopters had made the same choice, he sighed again. "I really want to shoot them all down with an RPG."
The team member said, "Boss, we'll be court-martialed and sentenced to death."
Flegg said, "I know. That's why I didn't shoot them with an RPG."
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