Luke tapped the ground with a steel pipe twice, making a clear clanging sound. "Everyone, go home early today. Didn't you hear what this guy said just now, that they put a one-ton bomb in the mall? If you keep running, you will die."
A bunch of people looked at each other.
A few seconds later, a middle-aged man dressed similarly to Luke strode out and bowed deeply. "Thank you, sir. You were the one at the Riddler just now. You saved me twice. What should I call you?"
Luke waved the steel pipe and said, "I'm just an ordinary worker."
The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, then bowed again: "I'm sorry, you really need to protect your identity. Thank you again, Your Excellency."
After saying that, he took a step and ran out.
I can say these words only because Luke's outfit is just like that of a co-worker around me, which is very friendly.
If it were Batman, middle-aged people would be afraid of dirtying the big master's armor if they got close to him.
But being in danger of death twice in a row made him no longer want to take risks, and what Luke said pointed out an even greater danger.
As a mechanic, he must have heard of TXT. He didn't know how powerful one ton was, but it was definitely more than just enough to blow down a building.
Compared to this crowded commercial district, apartment buildings where most residents are out are undoubtedly much safer.
There aren't many people in Gotham City who are purely mentally retarded. Even those at the bottom have the survival wisdom they have developed since childhood.
It is one thing that the law does not hold everyone responsible, but when there are many people, they can easily be targeted by super villains. This is a common plot in various legends, but most people have not experienced it personally.
Now... of course everyone here has experienced this, and there are quite a few middle-aged people who have been "re-imprisoned" like this.
Someone took the lead, and seeing that Luke seemed easy to talk to, more people began to leave the building.
Most people still avoided Luke, after all, he had just knocked down a dozen armed gangsters with a pipe.
But some sentimental or thick-skinned guys came up and said thank you to him - like someone from the otaku group.
"Hammer God" Viktor was very excited: "Thank you for saving us. You saved us twice. We are so lucky..."
Luke glanced at the guy and said nothing.
Several of his companions were not so brave and were walking out, but when they saw this, they had to stop and wait for him.
There was a guy in fish scales, holding a 40cm luxurious half-naked figurine in his hands, with tears streaming down his face, mumbling, "Wife, please don't die."
With Luke's keen eyesight, he could see at a glance that the figurine had a big hole shot by a bullet - the kind that started from the legs and went straight to the top of the head.
Well, your wife died tragically! He couldn't help but complain in his heart.
Another "Black Widow" whose wife he robbed had already hidden her only pillow behind her, fearing that she would lose this last comfort.
Viktor on this side had an excited face: "But I think you must have a title, so that you can deter the enemy and promote yourself..."
Luke glanced at the steel pipe in his right hand, considering whether to use it to silence the chatterbox.
Anyway, these guys are technically thieves, they are all light red, and you won’t lose points if you beat them.
He did a lot of things like beating up thieves when he was just starting out.
Viktor suddenly felt a sense of crisis. Although he didn't know why, he still said that he found inspiration from the Hammer God: "So, how about calling him Crowbar Man (an)?"
Luke slowly raised the steel pipe: "Is this a crowbar?"
Vikted sensed a stronger crisis and swallowed, "Sorry, it doesn't seem to be the case. Goodbye." Then he ran away.
But when he ran to the gate, he thought of a new title: "I've thought of it, let's call it - Stick Man (sti)!"
Not only that, he also encouraged several of his fellow otakus to shout, "Thank you, Stick Man."
Luke, who had already walked into the darkness of the building, paused, endured, and finally did not throw the "stick" in his hand to hit anyone: After all, it sounds better than the Crowbar Man!
…
When Zas changed into the head of Sakyamuni, he didn't know that Luke had been monitoring them from the beginning.
The entire process of the explosives being handed over to the Penguin, then transferred to the Joker, and then placed in various locations in the city was all captured by the drone.
After the Joker, who had an overall view of the situation, was knocked unconscious by Master Wei, no one could doubt that these explosives would not explode, because no one knew how many explosives there were and when they would detonate.
The truly dangerous ones are those carried and used by the criminals.
But Luke was able to catch up with them and collect them all.
This process may implicate some innocent people, but definitely not too many.
It would be a better choice to clean up these super villains once and for all and exchange them for a bright Gotham in the future.
Luke is not a saint, and eradicating evil is impossible without sacrifice.
He won't ask anyone to make sacrifices, but he can only apologize to those affected.
If you don't want to make mistakes in this world, the best way is to do nothing.
If you don't do anything, the mistakes will be someone else's.
Of course, Luke couldn't live such a lazy life. Minimizing the harm to innocent people was the greatest kindness he could show.
He looked at the time. It would be about an hour before his fighter plane arrived, so he had to speed up.
Luke casually threw Zas into Space No. 2 and disappeared into the darkness.
…
On the ground floor of a building, the scarecrow was leaning against a pillar, urging impatiently: "Idiots, hurry up and bring all the jars in. If you're any later, we won't have anything to do tonight."
A group of gangsters wearing pig-mouth masks only exchanged glances with each other without saying anything, but their movements did speed up a bit.
Before tonight's mission, they knew that they were just helping a group of lunatics.
As long as it doesn't threaten their lives, the lunatics can do whatever they want.
Tomorrow morning, the middleman who makes sure they are not slacking off will deposit the remaining 50% of the reward into the criminals' secret account.
So, for the sake of money, the psychopaths can be the boss if they want, and all they have to do is do their job.
It's about making money, there's nothing shameful about it.
The straw man urged, but he was not in a hurry.
The show tonight has not even started for an hour, and those stupid guys only know how to use fists, feet and guns to do their job.
In fact, less than 10% of the people are currently involved in the chaos, which is too inefficient.
Only a genius like him would think of using this high-rise building in the city center to launch "fear gas" to densely populated areas throughout the city.
At that time, no matter if it was the lower-class blue-collar, white-collar or middle-class people, they all had fun! The scarecrow couldn't help laughing when he thought of this, and the weird scarecrow hood revealed a crooked and terrifying smile.
The only problem with the plan was the fear of transporting the poison gas.
In order to ensure that Joker can get himself out of that hellhole of Arkham, Scarecrow cannot make any preparations in advance. Even the fear gas is a stockpile stored in a secret location.
After the riots began, the gas canisters were transported over only after it was confirmed that Superman and Batman had no energy to pay attention to themselves.
What needs to be done now is to install the poison gas launchers brought by the bandits and detonate them about 200 to 300 meters in the air.
At that time, the poisonous gas of fear will spread and settle in the air over the largest area, covering all the residential areas below.