Scott breathed a sigh of relief as if he had been pardoned: "That's good. Bro, I thought you were going to do something to me, hehe."
Looking at the cute smile, Luke smiled in his heart but was not angry.
In recent years, with the development of online information, various niche news have gradually become known to the public.
There are more and more people coming out publicly and supporting equal rights, and many people are more courageous in expressing their true orientation.
Both Luke and Selina have been approached by people of the same sex many times when they go out.
The beginning of this situation was indeed very similar to what he did today, with an attitude that was a bit too enthusiastic.
So it's not surprising that Scott got it wrong.
This is just like in China 2000 years later in the previous life, when strangers who were too enthusiastic would be suspected of being scammers, because this kind of thing was indeed common.
"Don't worry." Luke raised his hand and drew circles on his forehead. "I just have a hunch that you have the temperament of a superhero. Otherwise, most people would think you are just cosplaying when you dress like this."
Scott thought about it, and his face was full of realization: "No wonder those people in the alley looked at me like that."
Luke felt helpless: I was trying to clean up your mess. Otherwise, if you didn’t shrink and run away immediately, I guarantee that a bunch of reporters would come to watch you within half an hour.
This is New York, the most superhero-crazy and superhero-friendly city in the world.
What if it's a super villain? Sorry, the Bat Squad will teach any super villain who makes trouble here a lesson.
There are local internet celebrities in New York who synchronously update the battle record of the Bat Squad, recording how many people died and how many were injured, and how badly they were injured.
Of course, the numbers are definitely not accurate. Many bad guys were attacked before they even had a chance to show their faces.
But the records are indeed verified real cases, with a very low error rate.
Even though there are many omissions, this record still shows that the number of vicious criminals who met with misfortune in New York in 2011 reached more than 3,000.
It sounds like a lot, but in fact, on average there are less than ten people a day.
If it is evenly distributed among the dozen or so members of the Bat Squad and the Ursa Minor, each person will get less than one per day.
New York City’s “criminal resources” are becoming increasingly depleted, so everyone can only “incidentally” protect the nearby city of New Jersey as well.
The same treatment also applies to parts of New Jersey, New York, and some areas of Rhode Island near New York.
As the saying goes, people die for money.
The prices of illegal drugs and businesses in New York have increased N times. Even if the volume is only one-tenth of the previous amount, the money made will not be less.
The gangs who were reluctant to give up the huge New York market simply split up into small groups and hid in the surrounding areas to fight guerrilla warfare with the Bat Squad.
Luke knew very well that criminals could not be driven away, so after controlling the number, the daily cleaning tasks were basically handed over to Minty's Ursa.
Just then, knocking sounds were heard not far from the side of the two people.
The two of them turned their heads at the same time and saw a figure emerging from a transparent state, revealing black and gray armor.
Luke didn't say anything. Scott next to him was so scared that his body tilted, with one hand on his chest, looking like "my heart is pounding with fear".
It's no wonder that he reacted so strongly. It was because Luke had just mentioned that the Dark Knight "inherited" a lot of his work styles from Batman, such as - either paralysis or breaking.
Scott is such a good man that he felt uncomfortable when he heard about this method.
At this moment, he suddenly found that the Dark Knight was standing next to him. He was lucky that he didn't get sick due to fright.
The knight's blue-white eyes turned to Luke, "Sorry, I have something to talk to him about."
Scott stood up immediately: "Okay, I'll leave right away." Then he took a step sideways, trying to squeeze out from the knight.
As a result, he felt his shoulders sink, and he tilted his head and lowered his eyes. A dark big palm pressed down there, and the knight's low voice was in his ears: "We haven't talked yet."
Scott was about to cry, and raised his hand to press the close button on the side of the helmet.
He thought that he should not have too much contact with the knight, as he looked very gloomy.
Damn! Can a normal person inherit Batman's legacy? He must be a psychopath.
Then, Scott felt like he couldn't move his hands.
The black hand that was pressing on his shoulder raised up and easily grabbed his hand that was about to press the close button.
Scott immediately used his other hand to press back, a move he had practiced before.
As a result... his two hands were squeezed together, like a gesture of begging for mercy.
Luke smiled and stood up: "Knight, Scott is a very good person, you should stop teasing him."
Scott was stunned, and suddenly thought of something, his eyes moved back and forth between the two of them: "You... are in the same group?"
Luke smiled and shook his head, then walked out and patted him on the shoulder: "I just happened to fight the same group of criminals as Batman once."
Scott had a "what the hell" expression on his face and still felt like he had been cheated.
But he still didn't give up: "Wait, what if he is a bad guy in disguise? He is wearing a mask."
Luke didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and patted the funny guy's shoulder again: "Believe me. Anyone who dares to pretend to be the Dark Knight in New York will definitely become a disabled person and be admitted to the ICU tomorrow."
After a pause, he continued, "Don't worry, the Knights never attack good people."
After saying this, he nodded to the knight dressed as a second-level clone and turned to leave.
Scott stared blankly as he left. Suddenly he realized that the cafe was completely silent. No customers were talking and no waiters were walking around. It was like a scene from a horror movie.
Recalling it again, it seemed that he had not heard any sound in the store a moment ago.
His face turned pale. "You, you didn't kill everyone here, did you?"
The knight chuckled, reached out his hand and tapped his waist, then opened the storage slot.
The Pym particles were taken out, and he let go of Scott's hands: "Don't worry, it's just a little anesthetic. They will wake up after we finish talking."
Scott said with a sad face: "Well, can you give it back to me first? This is a souvenir from my girlfriend."
The knight sat down and rolled the small tube of red Pym particles back and forth between his fingers. "Oh, really? This looks more like Dr. Pym's product."
As he spoke, he flipped his hand and another small tube filled with red Pym particles appeared in his hand.
Two Pym particles jumped and moved around on his fingertips like children chasing each other and playing.
The difference is that the one Scott took out from his waist was only half a barrel, while the one the knight just took out was a full barrel.
Scott's eyes widened: "This, this, this is impossible. How could Dr. Pym hand over the Pym particles?"
The knight didn't care: "Of course the product is for sale, do you want it?"
Scott nodded subconsciously.
The knight paused and placed the two tubes of Pym particles on the table opposite him: "Then let's talk it over. After that, they will be yours."
Scott's heart skipped a beat: Wait, the reason he didn't dare to go back directly was because he didn't have the Pym particles.
If we can contact Dr. Pym here through the Dark Knight, it may be possible to obtain enough Pym particles.
By then, no matter whether his transmission error affects the plan or not, everyone can still travel through the quantum field once again, or even many times, to complete the task of collecting six gems.