With the belief of a Jedi counterattack, Bronski stretched out his big hand and grabbed the oncoming car.
With his strength, he can dismantle the car into steel fragments and throw it out.
Even if it can't kill the Dark Knight, it can still fly the opponent, so that it won't be powerless to fight back.
This way everyone is on the same starting line.
And the next moment, there was a sudden roar under his feet, and a strong lifting force came, and the outstretched palm was only a little bit short of the approaching car.
Bronski's eyes widened, and he tried to stretch his fingers, trying to hold the "weapon" that was about to be handed, but in despair he found that it was getting farther and farther away from him.
The transformed nano-boots under his feet emitted intense flames, causing his huge body to rise from the ground, and he was thrown back to the golf course in a back-jumping posture.
The owner of the car who escaped the catastrophe was still in shock. Just as he stepped on the brakes, he heard a roar from the night sky above, which was stretching far away: "No~~~"
Bronski, who was flying in the air again, was extremely angry.
From the beginning, he was sent by Luke by air express.
After trying a lot of Luke's weird equipment, he finally felt a little afraid.
If he flies into the air again, he will become a living target that cannot be controlled and discovered. The Dark Knight has enough time to smear him with those disgusting equipment.
Therefore, only running close to the ground is the most controllable.
But why did he still fly again? Bronski growled and reached out to touch the culprit's feet.
There is nothing abnormal about the touch, as if there is nothing there.
He tried his best to turn his head to look at his heels, and finally saw his two blackened big feet and the flames around the edge of the feet.
It was this thing that made him ascend to heaven in place.
A fierce light flashed in Bronski's eyes, and he tore at the black footboard with both hands.
With an unpleasant hissing sound, he tore out a few big gashs on his feet, and yellow-green liquid flowed out of the wounds.
But the nano-device that was originally fused with his skin was also destroyed, and it turned off with two bangs.
Bronski fell as he wished, and with a bang, made another big hole in the golf course.
He struggled to climb out of the big pit, and saw the lingering black battle armor falling from the sky again, stopped not far away and hooked his fingers to himself: "Anti-mother Ang Asuo."
Bronski: "... ahhh~"
In the next ten minutes or so, the golf course echoed with howls of ghosts and wolves: "Mr. Zha, don't touch me."
"I want to go out."
"Go away, you go away."
More than a dozen helicopters, dozens of TV interview vehicles, and hundreds of reporters rushed over one after another, aiming at the golf course with long guns and short cannons, and launched a strong onlooker.
Bronski has lost his original ferocity.
He struggled to crawl on the grass, longing for the free urban area that was close at hand, tears flashed faintly in his eyes.
The demonic black battle armor appeared behind him again, grabbed his feet, and dragged him back: "No, today's experiment time is too tight, I can only wrong you, Bronski."
Bronski danced and grabbed a lot of dirt and turf on the ground: "No, I don't want it."
"No, you need to. A thorough body checkup is good for your physical and mental health." Luke said as he dragged him back to the golf course and pressed him to the ground.
Then Luke raised his steel paws and stepped on the back of the head with the bone spurs.
Boom boom boom boom!
A dull sound like a pile driver sounded, and the ground of more than a hundred meters nearby shook.
The huge wounds on Bronski's hands and feet hadn't healed much, and he gradually struggled weakly.
He is not green and fat, but high physical defense does not mean unlimited.
It is impossible for him to bear being stomped on the back of the head five or six times a second with an alloy big foot.
Hundreds of cameras around were silently witnessing the rare "atrocities" of the Dark Knight, and no one said a word.
No one came to stop Luke, even if the Dark Knight was a "second generation" who adhered to the "principle of not killing people".
Because Batman has a precedent - aliens are not human.
Not to mention the aftermath of the battle between Bronski and the Flaming Man on Park Avenue, which had killed more than 50 people and injured more than 300.
Only a psychopath would sympathize with such an inhuman monster.
Feeling that Bronski's mental fluctuations were getting lower and lower, and he was close to a coma, Luke finally jumped up and stomped his feet hard before finally stopping.
Scanning a bunch of cameras nearby, he sighed: No. 2 space cannot be exposed here, these hundreds of professional onlookers will let the whole world know.
Grabbing Bronski under his arm, he walked towards the beach.
In order to ensure that Bronski could not recover before entering the sea, he had to continue to "make up the knife" to this guy to maintain his severe concussion symptoms.
So, in front of many reporters and countless audiences guarding in front of the TV, the Dark Knight wrapped one hand around the neck of the big yellow-green monster, and slammed his fist on the big monster's face with the other hand.
Walking like this, one person and one monster turned over the small slope, walked through the shallows, entered the sea east of the golf course, and disappeared.
Countless people let out a long breath, were quiet for a moment, and finally cheered.
The casualties caused by that big monster just now have been known to those watching TV through the broadcasts of various reporters.
This time the Dark Knight was a little more brutal, but just like Batman killed hundreds of thousands of Chitauri alone, it just proved that they are the guardians of mankind.
A murderous monster, it's better to die!
However, after all, a small group of people watched the TV screen with trepidation.
Among them, the most feared are members of local gangs in New York, and then professionals of various violent crimes. The punks are not so afraid.
They know that compared to the strict first generation, the current second generation actually doesn't care much about their little shrimps.
It has been a long time since the New York Orthopedics Department received a punk with a broken finger. The starting price of the second-generation Dark Knight is a broken limb.
Because those who have been dealt with, at least seriously hurt people when committing crimes.
The gangsters who rely on stealing technology or selling weeds as coolies belong to the low-risk group.
Over the past year or so, most of the punks in New York have gradually become fans of the Dark Knight, even hardcore fans.
The principle is probably similar to that of some clubs paying homage to Guan Erge.
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Luke used the physical shock method to bring Bronsky down to the bottom of the sea, and immediately put him into the No. 2 space.
His dealing with this guy was not as easy as those reporters and audience thought.
In fact, except for some taboo and inconvenient weapons, Luke even used his integral thoughts and annihilation energy.
Don't think that only Bronski's brain hurts, and someone Lu's brain hurts too.
It's just that Bronski's pain is physical, but Luke's is caused by the annihilation of energy by multiple bursts of mental power.
But the annihilation energy bursting out at full strength failed to completely split Bronski.