Soon half of the twenty-odd people on the bus got out. The weight was not enough to keep the vehicle balanced, and the vehicle began to tilt forward.
The people in the car panicked.
Luke: "I'll steady the car. Don't panic. Keep climbing out."
As he spoke, he interrupted the external microphone and said, "Turn on the auxiliary stand."
With a slight clanging sound, two alloy brackets suddenly popped out from the outside of his legs. He raised his legs and paused, and hooks popped out from the brackets again and pierced deeply into the ground.
"People at the back, speed up," he said again into the external microphone.
The car body, which was originally shaking slightly, stabilized again, but the rear compartment that he was holding with both hands creaked and deformed rapidly, indicating that it was under tremendous pulling force.
When there were only four people left, the ground suddenly shook again.
This is an aftershock.
The aftershocks were not strong, but they were extremely fatal to the bus.
The crack at the original broken end of the viaduct widened again, and after a few loud bangs, a large piece of the bridge collapsed and fell off.
Luke only had time to grab the person who got close to the window and throw him out. The remaining three people screamed in fear and their bodies involuntarily slid towards the front of the car below.
"Hand support activated." He said.
With both hands, he suddenly ejected two alloy brackets and pierced through the rear compartment.
The car body shook violently and stopped again.
"Climb up, quickly." Luke frowned.
If there were only these three people at the beginning, he would have more choices, whether he rushed in directly to protect the three people or tied them up with ropes, he could keep them safe.
But the previous rescue operation did not allow him enough time to prepare, and now he has no time to spare.
Once he retracted the alloy bracket that was holding the bus, the three men would fall off with the vehicle.
Luke can only guarantee the safety of two people at most, and the life of the third person depends on luck.
"Hey, take my rope dart, throw it in and drag them out." He said to the rescued passenger who had just been thrown out not far away.
The man stood up trembling all over. He took only two steps when another aftershock came and the entire bridge surface made a slight crackling sound.
He screamed in fear and turned and ran away.
Luke just sighed softly and didn't look at the man again.
This is not ungrateful.
Once an ordinary person is frightened, you can no longer have much hope for the logic of his or her behavior.
His mind was racing and he was ready.
If the three people inside couldn't climb out, he would forcibly retract the bracket and rush into the car to rescue them.
The life of the third one depends on luck.
At this moment, the intelligent system reminded: "There is a flying object approaching at high speed from the northwest, with a speed close to Mach 1."
Luke turned his head to look up into the sky and frowned: "Missiles? They seem a bit slow!"
The tail flame of that thing looked like a missile, but its speed wasn't that fast.
Intelligent program: "The flying object is similar in height to a human figure and is about two meters long. We have never found a missile with a similar appearance in our database."
Luke stared at the rapidly approaching flying object, his eyes suddenly widened, and he subconsciously called out: "Wang Defa?!"
It was so unexpected that it could make even a calm man burst into swearing.
In less than ten seconds, the thing flew above him, and stopped with a beautiful tailspin. Amid the brilliant flames, a fierce rock music sounded: "All you women who want a man the street..."
"Big guy, you look like you're in a little trouble?" a cheerful and playful voice asked.
Luke rolled his eyes: "You can talk nonsense after you save the people."
Tony in the armor raised his eyebrows and gained a new understanding of Batman's calmness.
The way I appeared on stage deserves some applause!
Well, okay, this guy has neither his hands nor his legs free, this is the price of poor skills. He curled his lips and despised the other's technical level again.
The silver armor sank in the air and landed below the gap in the viaduct.
The next moment, Luke's expression changed: "Retract the leg brace."
The huge force pushed the bus up from the bottom, and he added more force and the bus was pushed back onto the bridge.
He got into the car and quickly threw the three people inside out of the hole: "Get off the bridge quickly, it may collapse at any time."
The three people were originally lying on the ground like dead fish, but when they heard these words, an inexplicable force appeared, and they got up with difficulty and ran backwards.
However, even when they were running for their lives, they couldn't help but look back again and again.
At the break, Luke looked up at the magnificent silver armor that had risen into the air again, with flames gushing out from under his feet. Ten thousand horses were running wildly through his mind: Damn it! Who can tell me why this young master came up with this thing now
Isn't this young master kidnapped yet? Isn't there a hole in his chest yet
Tony in the air was obviously a little excited: "Okay, I saved the people for you, now let's fight."
When Luke heard this, he knew that the young master really had not changed his character. This set of iron armor, which had already taken its basic shape, was actually used to cause trouble for him.
"I give up," he said immediately.
In the air, Tony, who relied on the jet engine to keep his balance, swayed a bit and almost spiraled into the sky: "What?"
“As long as you save more people than me tonight, I lose,” Luke said, and then he ran and rushed into the traffic behind him.
Tony: "Don't run! Do you think I'm a kid who will fall for your tricks?"
In his sight, Luke had already rushed to the direction of the viaduct and pulled the driver out of the SUV's driver's seat: "Is this car insured?"
The driver’s face was filled with horror: “I bought it, I bought it.”
"Go now. You can tell them that I smashed your car." Luke said as he pushed the driver away.
The alloy bracket on the armor protruded out, and he exerted force suddenly. The SUV that was stuck at the bridge head and prevented all other cars from passing was blown away and fell off the viaduct.
This is not the end yet.
The driver of the large truck that was squeezed in with him was also thrown out in the same way. Then Luke started the truck, squeezed the car next to it, broke through the guardrail and fell down.
Luke jumped out before the truck fell and said to the driver of the car that had just stepped onto the bridge: "Back up! Get off quickly."
The driver hurriedly did as he was told; he didn't want to be asked if he had insurance for his car.
Although he bought it, he didn't want to see his car thrown away like garbage.
As the two cars blocking traffic were removed, the cars on the bridge were finally able to back up one by one.
As long as you get off the bridge, there is a large open space around and there is no danger at all.
After Luke cleared the lane, he removed and threw away two guardrails not far from the bridge, and directed the vehicles going down the bridge to drive into the large wasteland first to make way for the vehicles behind.
Otherwise, the road would be full of cars and these hundreds of cars would not be able to back up at all.
No one dared to object.
Just now, Batman directly pushed two cars that were blocking the road off the bridge, and everyone saw it.
Obviously, Batman cares more about human life than property at this time.