On the other side, Luke rode his scooter towards Karen's house and chatted with her casually.
Los Angeles became even more chaotic at night, and with all kinds of pedestrians running around on the streets, Luke could only control the speed of the car to 20 to 30 kilometers per hour.
This is the old model of Vespa that he had painstakingly restored, and he would feel bad if the paint was scratched off a bit.
The small pedal car rumbled around the streets and alleys for half an hour and successfully brought Karen to her doorstep.
Seeing Luke smiling and waving, about to leave, Karen couldn't help but invite him, "Come in and sit down..."
At this point, she paused, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "You must be a little tired after sending me back."
Luke smiled: "It's okay, I'm in good physical condition."
Karen： …
After waving goodbye to Karen, he rode away on his scooter, muttering to himself: It's almost ten o'clock at night, and I'm going to your house to rest. What will your parents think
He understood what Karen meant, but he really didn't have time to mess with a grown-up girl, especially one who was looking for thrills and excitement.
He won't be staying in Los Angeles for too long, and there are a lot of things he needs to deal with, so he doesn't want to waste time hooking up with Karen.
Riding on a scooter, he avoided areas with more surveillance and deliberately chose to pass through neighborhoods with less surveillance. He also beat up several groups of thugs who wanted to rob him.
Those little hooligans can't recognize the little pedal, let alone know that it is valuable.
This only shows that the security environment in the city is so bad that even poor people riding scooters are not safe.
He found a safe house that had been set up in advance, entered it, changed into the Batman armor, and sighed: "You are really about to retire."
Compared to the new White Wolf armor's quick-equipment function, the Batman armor has to be put on manually, which is really seriously outdated.
However, Batman's personality is strong and he is a very useful target. Luke will have to use it for a few more activities to ensure that it is put to good use.
Leaping down from the top of the apartment building, his figure shuttled through the dark alleys and buildings.
A group of hooligans were forcing a woman with a child into a dark corner. The woman screamed in panic, but all she heard was the hooligans' smug laughter: "You can scream as much as you want, but no one will come even if you scream your throat out."
"Here I come." A mechanical electronic voice sounded behind the gangsters.
The woman holding the child stared at the black giant behind the gangsters with her eyes wide open. Her lips trembled and she was so excited that she couldn't make a sound.
The hooligans were so angry that they turned around suddenly, wanting to see who dared to hit them in the face.
A black giant stood a few meters behind them and slowly raised his hand to point at them: "You are guilty!"
"Bat, Batman~" a gangster shouted, trembling all over.
The next moment, the black giant rushed into their midst. The dull sound of flesh colliding and bones breaking rang out. All the gangsters broke their hands and screamed in pain.
Luke had no intention of showing any mercy to them. He picked out the gunmen and broke their thumbs and index fingers one by one.
This will not affect their escape from an earthquake, but without these two fingers, any action that requires force with the hands, such as shooting, will be difficult.
The black giant's dark red eyes looked at the woman standing there blankly: "Madam, you'd better go home quickly."
"Ah, that thing, ah~" the woman screamed and was picked up by the black giant.
Luke slid out after a few jogs, took the woman and child to the street, put them down, and left.
The woman was stunned for a moment before she murmured, "Thank you, thank you!"
"Mom, Uncle Batman asked us to go home quickly because there are a lot of bad guys outside." The little boy in her arms reminded her.
The woman came to her senses, picked up her son and ran away.
She was really scared by being surrounded by gangsters just now.
…
A group of hooligans were happily moving things from a small supermarket.
The Chinese owner of the small supermarket was lying on the counter with blood all over his face.
He wasn't dead and his injuries weren't too serious, but he didn't want to be surrounded and beaten by these guys again.
Helpless, he could only huddle silently in the corner of the counter, allowing the criminals to pry open the cash register and start moving the goods of the small supermarket.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang, and the common electronic female voice sounded: "Welcome."
A group of bandits, who were as happy as if it were a festival, turned their heads and looked.
"You are guilty!" Another cold and low mechanical voice sounded.
The black giant hooked over the beer box next to it, blocked the automatic door, and rushed into the supermarket.
The Chinese boss who was hiding behind the counter only heard a series of bangs, and then four or five thugs flew through the air in front of the counter and were thrown directly out the door.
He was trembling all over and didn't dare to show his head.
In less than thirty seconds, everything was quiet.
A footstep approached the counter. The boss felt a shadow looming over him. He looked up unconsciously and was stunned when he saw the person coming.
The loose banknotes that had just been searched from the gangster fell from the huge palm onto the counter: "Keep your money."
The boss was stunned for a moment, then nodded vigorously: "Thank you, thank you!"
"Close the door and call the police to arrest them. Now is not the time to do business." The black giant said and walked out.
The Chinese boss stood up, only to see that the black giant had a rope dart in his other hand, with which he tied up five thugs and dragged them out from the floor.
The hooligans were all very quiet. They all had mild concussions, and those who were holding guns all had their hands broken.
When he walked out of the supermarket, he shook the rope dart casually, and it shrank back into his hand like a living thing. The black figure trotted a few steps and flew away.
The Chinese boss gritted his teeth and dragged his aching body to the door. He looked at the unconscious gangsters and a gleam of relief flashed in his eyes: "You have finally come to this day! You usually collect protection fees, and now you want to rob my supermarket!"
He became more and more excited as he talked. He grabbed a mop near the door and started beating up the gang of thugs.
Luke turned his head in mid-air to take a look, then sped away.
These thugs were armed with guns, and the Chinese boss was often blackmailed by them.
The boss has the right to beat them, they deserve to be beaten to death!
He will not despise his boss for beating someone when he is down, nor will he think that his boss is taking advantage of the power of others.
Ordinary people who run small shops and do small businesses will endure it silently most of the time. Unless they are oppressed to the extreme, they will not resist.
At the same time, many people's phones rang, and the first sentence they started with was almost always: "Batman appears again."
More than ten minutes later, Luke threw down the two dealers in his hands and flushed all the white crystals on the table into the toilet.
The smart program's warning came through the headset: "Helicopters are detected approaching, and multiple special vehicles are detected approaching."
A simple map was displayed on the lens in front of his eyes. Luke was the green dot in the middle, and there were more than twenty red dots around him, approaching at varying speeds.