Along with this strange phenomenon, the figure of the middle-aged bandit leader also appeared and disappeared in the dust, like a devil.
Luke crossed his arms across his chest, looking unsurprised, his bloodshot eyes flashing as if he was sizing up this movie-like special effects ability.
"Ah!" With a loud roar, the middle-aged bandit leader rushed to Luke and grabbed him with both hands.
Luke raised an eyebrow and let him grab his hands.
"Go to hell!" The middle-aged bandit leader was overjoyed and shouted loudly.
And then...no response.
He said in disbelief: "That's impossible. How come you didn't become a desert? You're going to die!"
The result...still no response.
There was nothing unusual on the armor on Luke's hands, except for two gray handprints left by the middle-aged bandit leader.
The middle-aged bandit leader suddenly realized that his abilities were not enough to deal with the armor, let alone hurt the person in it.
His face turned pale and he turned around and tried to run away.
But just as he turned around, a large hand grabbed the back of his neck: "What a pity. Your ability is much weaker than I thought!"
Of course Luke didn't care if the bandit leader touched his armor.
He himself is only 1.88 meters tall, and his armor is 2.1 meters tall. It is easy to imagine how many layers of barriers there are between the two.
Not to mention that the bat armor can be ejected instantly and remove certain parts of the external armor.
The back of the middle-aged bandit leader's neck suddenly loosened, and Luke felt the part he was pinching slide away like quicksand.
He finally showed some interest: "So, this ability is used to save your life? Look at my Pegasus Meteor Fist!"
The middle-aged bandit leader just heard this inexplicable thing called meteor fist, and punches rained down all over his body.
He suddenly screamed madly and roared in his heart: This is obviously a random fight!
Yes! The middle-aged bandit leader was pinned to the ground by Luke, who started punching him violently. It was not a boxing technique at all. Anyone who has watched UFC would understand what was going on.
The middle-aged bandit leader's ability was simply not enough to withstand the rain of punches. Besides, his ability was not strong and he needed to concentrate to use it.
Luke's fist instantly broke most of the bones in his upper body, except for his head and neck.
Five seconds later, Luke put away his fist, stood up, and threw the middle-aged bandit leader away.
After walking around the warehouse, he kicked all the gangsters' legs off one by one, and then kicked away all their guns, even the first few people he tied up were no exception.
The only lucky person was the bald man who was so scared that he dropped his pistol.
As the first guy to drop his gun and the one who just trembled in place and dared not move from beginning to end, the bald man was unharmed.
Many gangsters were already looking at him with hatred: You traitor!
This lucky bald guy was yelling in his heart: I don’t want to surrender, my gun was... dropped by me in shock!
But when he saw all his fellow gangsters had broken legs and the boss who was beaten into a puddle of mud, the bald man felt relieved again: I let you laugh at my cowardice.
Suddenly, Luke stood in front of the bald man. A two-meter-tall black shadow enveloped the gangster, and his body began to tremble violently again.
Luke gestured a few times with his hands, and the bald man stupidly followed his instructions, lying down with his hands behind his back.
Then... he was tied up with strapping tape and thrown aside.
In less than five minutes, all the gangsters were tied up tightly.
Luke walked back to the middle-aged bandit leader and took out a coin: "Let's bet on whether this coin is heads or tails!"
The middle-aged bandit leader gritted his teeth and said, "I won, so what?"
Luke: "I'll give you ten chances. If you win three times, I'll let your lower body go. If you don't, I'll crush your third leg and see if it can grow back."
The middle-aged bandit leader shuddered all over, and his last bit of resistance disappeared. He had absolutely no ability to repair his bird.
There was a flash of resentment and fear in his eyes, and he gritted his teeth and nodded: "Okay."
He swore that he would kill this damn Batman.
As the silver coins flew, ten consecutive bets were completed and Luke stood up silently.
The middle-aged bandit leader's face was filled with despair. He had just lost seven times, with a net loss of four.
He shouted in horror: "No, I still have money, don't..." But a big foot had already been lifted up and stepped down mercilessly, lifted up and stepped down, like an ordinary person stepping on a cockroach.
Snap! Snap! Snap! Snap!
"Ahhh!" The middle-aged bandit leader screamed madly, but his body could only twist and turn on the ground like a worm.
Seeing his miserable state, Luke thought for a moment and finally took out the syringe and gave him an injection.
The middle-aged bandit leader's screams soon stopped, and then he fell into a coma.
This is a powerful anesthetic.
Even though the middle-aged bandit leader is screaming miserably now, once he starts using his abilities to repair himself, he may still be able to recover and escape.
The safest way is to put him into a coma.
System: You defeated Barkley Williams and obtained his ability list.
Barkley Williams Abilities: Basic Combat, Basic Firearms… Primary Desertification (Unlearnable)
Luke finally won the coin toss, but found out that this guy's ability was useless. Of course he was in no mood to talk nonsense with him.
His figure also walked out of the warehouse door, accelerated his running, flew off the ground, and glided away in the night sky.
In a black SUV, two FBI agents were silently watching the movements at the intersection.
The person lying in the back seat just sat up and yawned: "Okay, wait two minutes and then you can lie down for a while."
The driver hummed and continued to pay attention to the surrounding situation.
The agent behind him was stretching his body while complaining, "When will this end? My wife and son were terrified by the earthquakes these past two days, but I have to work overtime every day. If this continues, I'm going to be divorced."
The driver finally sighed; his situation wasn't much better.
"We can't help it. Who let that son of a bitch offer that reward?" He consoled his partner and himself: "The CIA, DEA (Drug Enforcement Administration), and our boss all want to fish, but those fish are not stupid. As long as we catch two groups of fearless ones, there shouldn't be many stupid ones later, and we won't have to work overtime like this."
My partner in the back seat grumbled a few words and squeezed through the space in the middle to sit in the front seat.
Amidst a subtle rustling sound, he finally adjusted his sitting position to be comfortable and took out a cigarette from his chest: "Do you want one?"
The driver shook his head: "Breathing your secondhand smoke is enough to keep me awake. Open the window a little and get some fresh air."
Of course, it was extremely irregular to conduct in-car surveillance, but the two men did not notice anything unusual for two days, and because they were in a bad mood, they did not care about this irregularity.
The partner laughed, opened the passenger window five centimeters, lit a cigarette, and took a deep puff: "If my wife runs away with my son, then only this old friend can keep me company."
The driver sneered: "If you smoke less, you can live a few more years. Otherwise, when you die, your wife and son will still belong to others."