In the eyes of a large number of people who were forced to rush to buy, a fantastic scene happened again.
The worker wielded the "common weapon" of the proletariat - a steel pipe, and bravely rushed towards the group of men in black hoods holding guns.
Duang! Duang!
The two crisp sounds, which were almost connected, were heard by the onlookers who were waiting with bated breath, and they felt extremely clear.
The two gangsters on the far right had just raised their guns when they were hit on the forehead by half-meter-long steel pipes. They fell straight down without a sound.
The other gangsters all turned their guns to the right and started shooting.
Amid the continuous sound of gunfire, the bullets always landed in the empty space behind Luke.
DuangDuang! DuangDuang!
The proletarian fighter holding the steel pipe was like the protagonist in Hong Kong martial arts movies, rushing into the group of enemies with his invincible power, swinging left and right, and the four bandits fainted again.
The remaining gangsters had to move the muzzle of their guns again, from the right front to a parallel position to the right.
Luke's fighting style suddenly changed, and he used his steel pipe fists and kicks to hit the four people nearby hard, causing them to stumble back into their companions.
In the process, their constantly moving bodies also blocked the shooting lines of the rest of their companions. Luke's high-speed brain ensured that no gun could be aimed at him.
The bandit's previous semi-arc was now quietly squeezed into an irregular oval, and Luke was cutting into the approximate center line of the oval.
Then, in this one-on-nine battle circle, "Guan" shadows flew everywhere and screams were heard one after another.
Luke's steel pipe changed from the fierce whipping just now to rapid poking, picking, plucking, and teasing. At the same time, his free hands and feet kept rubbing the four "shields" to and fro, always covering his body.
The remaining five gangsters always felt that there was an accomplice blocking their guns.
Whether they were worried about accidentally hurting someone or they were not sure of hitting the target, they hesitated for a moment.
Two of them overreacted and pulled the trigger, successfully making several holes in the bodies of the two shields, but the other three did not have time to catch up.
The inconspicuous gray steel pipe "shot" out from behind the four shields like a poisonous snake and hit their hands on the trigger.
With a crackling sound, the bandits' hands changed shape one after another.
Powder fractures are minor injuries. The two people who pulled the trigger had their fingers broken and flew several meters away.
But before they could even utter a scream, the gray steel pipe fell on them again - this time it was their heads.
As they fell, Luke gave up controlling the four shields and let them fall limply.
When Gangguan was taking care of the five armed gangsters, he also hit the four shields on the head with his fists, causing them to suffer concussions and fall into coma.
It took less than ten seconds to defeat fifteen armed gangsters.
After being hit hard, Zas finally felt less dizzy, but his headache became more severe.
The feeling that something was twitching on his forehead and trying to come out made Zas extremely uncomfortable.
Even if the gangsters who assisted him were all killed in front of him, he had to remain calm, otherwise he would be killed slower than the gangsters.
So he spoke up: "Wait, we can talk."
Luke glanced at Zsasz and said, "What are you talking about?" As he said this, he thrust the steel pipe in his hand downwards, destroying 100 million guns scattered on the ground.
Zsasz: “Who are you?”
Luke: "Me? Just an ordinary worker."
Zsasz: "... Then I can hire you for $100,000. How about you follow me tonight?"
Luke picked up a broken rifle and smashed it at Zsasz's face: "Just this gun can be sold for more than three thousand dollars on the Gotham black market."
Zas raised his hand to block the broken gun that was about to hit his face: "Five hundred thousand."
After destroying the guns, Luke showed a mocking smile on his face: "I'm a worker, and I hate it most when others throw money at me!"
As he said this, he raised the steel pipe again towards Zas.
Zass still didn't give up and shouted, "I know where the giant explosive Joker dropped. It's a ton of TXT. Many people will die."
In fact, as Penguin's right-hand man, he knew that Joker had taken away at least dozens of tons of explosives, and losing one ton of TXT was nothing.
Saying this is just to distract the guy who is suspected to be a superhero. People like him are the ones who care most about the lives of civilians.
The gray steel pipes kept swinging at him without stopping, and Zas's two swords increased in speed, as if he had not been injured at all.
His body was much stronger than that of an average person, so even though the steel pipe hit Luke, it wasn't considered a serious injury.
Delaying time is just to relieve the dizziness and then make a counterattack.
After all, the fighting ability displayed by Luke was truly smooth and master-like, and even Zass himself didn't dare to say that he was stronger.
However, Zas felt that he could rely on his physical fitness to surprise both sides and injure them both. Being stabbed is more likely to cause serious injury than being hit by a steel pipe.
So, he held his knife against the steel pipe and stabbed Luke in the chest and abdomen with the other knife, with the blade of the knife pointing upwards.
As long as it hits the target, Zas will slash upwards and rip the opponent's intestines open.
Unfortunately, dreams are always beautiful!
In reality, Luke's steel pipe suddenly retracted a little, just enough to avoid Zas's short knife, and then changed from a diagonal chop to a forward stab, stabbing him hard on the forehead.
Zas's eyes went dark and that familiar feeling of dizziness appeared again.
Faintly, he could hear Luke's faint mockery: "Idiot, my tube is longer than yours."
In fact, not only is there a ten-centimeter difference in the length of the weapons, but there is also a more than ten-centimeter difference in the length of the arms of both sides.
From the perspective of a bystander, one can see that at this moment, Zas's forehead has hit the steel pipe, but the dagger he stabbed at Luke is still twenty centimeters away from his body.
After a successful strike, he swung the steel pipe back and forth, hitting Zas on the head for the second time.
Duang!
There was that familiar sound of iron head again. Luke looked at Zas in surprise as he staggered a few steps but was still able to stand: "Hey, your head... is a bit iron."
Duang, Duang, Duang, Duang, Duang!
Luke came closer and knocked the steel pipe on Zas's bald head like a wooden fish.
If he really used force, he could smash Zas's head into pieces with one blow from the pipe, but this kind of guy who can withstand beatings is definitely a good experimental material, and it would be a pity to beat him to death.
Therefore, Luke always controlled the strength of his blows, just enough to increase the dizziness without causing excessive damage to Zas's brain.
The unfortunate Zas felt as if a water and land temple had been opened in his head with the sound of bells and drums. His consciousness became more and more blurred, and finally the world became quiet - after being knocked more than ten times, he finally fainted happily.
At this moment, there were more than twenty red spots on his head, and a small part of them had begun to bulge slowly.
By this time tomorrow, Zas might be able to impersonate Sakyamuni.
Luke grabbed Zas and looked around at the crowd that had gone from quiet to whispering - some of these people had originally escaped from the Riddler, and now they were "back in jail", their luck was indeed extraordinary.
Seeing his look, all the noises quickly died down.