After Luke finished all this, the silver armor flew over with a tail flame: "I have dealt with the blockages in the east and south. I won the bet. I want to make the winner's demands..."
Luke laughed solemnly, "No, you didn't win. Your elementary school math teacher couldn't have taught you to count heads."
I don't even have an elementary school math teacher! Tony frowned: "Jarvis, calculate the number of people we saved."
The positions of all the vehicles going down the bridge on the southeast roads flashed quickly in front of him, and a number popped up: 156 people.
The number of people on the western route was also counted: 197 people.
"Sir, excluding the controversial number of the last three people on the bus, you still saved 41 fewer people than the other side." Jarvis reminded.
"Damn, the west highway has the most traffic jams, and there's also that bus." Tony cursed in annoyance.
With Jarvis' help, he instantly realized where he had lost.
The road Luke chose was the one with the most trapped people. Together with the dozens of people on the bus, there were more passengers than in more than a dozen cars.
Luke on the opposite side didn't say much. He knew that Tony had Jarvis, so counting the number of people wouldn't take even a second.
He just flew up and said: "If you want to compete with me, just follow me and let me see how your big tin toy is."
Tony laughed hard: "He actually said that I am a big tin toy? He actually dared to say that I am a big tin toy?"
Luke was too lazy to indulge this young master. He had a sharp tongue anyway, so they were just being polite to each other.
Face is something that never needs to be given to Tony Stark, because the young master does not need others to give him face, he will work hard to earn it back.
Two figures rushed into the city, one in front and one behind.
Tony exclaimed in surprise in the air: "In addition to the exoskeleton, you also installed an auxiliary propulsion system?"
But in just a moment, he became venomous as usual: "Look at the workmanship, it's second-hand goods, and the parts are from the Soviet Union. Are you Russian? Ukrainian? Georgian?"
Luke's mouth curled up: "No, I'm American, and I'm America's first superhero."
Tony was choked up.
He is not sure about this for now, but he cannot say that they are not Americans.
It is a recognized fact that Batman is the first American superhero.
No matter how arrogant he is, he cannot change the collective perception of the people.
The two of them were moving very fast. Luke's auxiliary propulsion system was certainly not as good as Tony's. The young master was a top "player" who always used only good things.
Luke deliberately used a batch of Soviet goods that were stolen from the thieves, and the modified propulsion system was really a piece of second-hand junk and was purely experimental in nature.
But he felt a sense of pleasure when he thought that a certain young man would definitely choose between "Russians" and "Americans" when he returned home tonight.
I hope Stark doesn’t have any obsessive-compulsive disorder, otherwise I’m afraid he won’t be able to sleep well for several days.
There is a big difference in the speed of their advancement, but the difference is not big over short distances.
Just a few seconds after Tony rushed into the city, Luke followed closely, dropped from the air to the street, and kicked away two thugs who were robbing women of their jewelry and luggage at gunpoint.
The rescued woman looked at Luke with horror, and Tony landed right after her.
The woman turned her head and looked at Tony's silver armor. She was even more surprised, but she called out softly out of inertia: "Batman?"
Tony's face in the helmet suddenly turned dark. "I don't look like Batman at all! You are really color blind. You'd better go see an ophthalmologist."
Luke ran away, and a voice floated in the air: "What's your name, then? Anonymous?"
Tony choked again, and he added power to the thrusters under his feet and chased after him again. A burst of rock music sounded again, mixed with his voice: "I am Iron Man!"
When Luke heard the name, he was not surprised at all. He just silently complained in his heart: Yes, yes, you are still Wang Jinxi!
Soon, Tony, who was following him, knew what the next competition event was.
Beat someone up!
Beat up lots and lots of people!
Batman roams around everywhere and can always quickly find gangsters who have committed various violent crimes, such as armed robbery, murder, arson, rape, etc., all of which are within his beating range.
Tony followed the action for less than five minutes before Jarvis reminded him, "Sir, you don't have any non-lethal weapons, and it's easy to kill these gangsters with your fists and feet. In this complex environment, you are not as agile as Batman."
Tony was annoyed: "Of course I know."
He's not stupid.
On the contrary, he is an extremely intelligent man.
After only the first few acts of beating up gangsters, he realized the problem with this new game.
Compared to Tony's armor, Batman's armor can be said to be far behind.
However, in this kind of city with many concerns and a very small battlefield, the opponent can fully utilize the characteristics of low output and high flexibility to quickly enter and end the battle, and then move the battlefield.
Luke could even easily open the window and get into the narrow apartment building to chase the gangsters.
If Tony wants to get in, it would be best if he just smashes the window + half of the wall.
These apartment buildings and bungalows are filled with a large number of ordinary people.
He rushed in by hitting the wall, most likely causing minor injuries to these ordinary people first.
This situation did not arise because Tony had too little time, but because he had too little time.
It is extremely contrary to scientific common sense that the steel armor made in just one month can be put into actual combat.
It is unrealistic to require this armor to be perfect in every detail and to quickly adapt to urban street fighting.
After all, Tony had never considered such a "small" battlefield at the beginning.
The idea of beating up a gang of thugs had never occurred to this young man in his entire life.
He doesn't need to fight the thugs at all.
If he wanted, he could send hundreds or even thousands of thugs in Los Angeles to jail with just one phone call.
Even if the prison cannot hold all of them, he can still pay to build a large prison specifically to lock up these people.
Of course Luke did this on purpose.
He fought Tony, and there was no benefit in winning.
He was almost certain to win the first bet he made to save someone.
Losing? That's impossible.
Tony's armor, which hasn't even been painted yet, has a lot of problems. Luke wants to do some tricks to make it fail. It won't be easy.
But with a free and powerful helper like a certain young master to help him maintain law and order in Los Angeles, why should he defeat the other party!
"It seems that there are a lot of problems with your armor." Luke once again beat up a group of thugs in the alley.
He threw the thug into the trash can, and at the same time, he taunted him: "That blow just now seemed to have broken dozens of bones of that guy, right? He just had a knife. Will you use missiles to flatten this block next time?"
Tony gritted his teeth: "He dared to stab me with a knife, should I send him to a five-star hotel for vacation?"