Along with this vision, the figure of the middle-aged bandit leader is also looming under the cover of sand and dust, like a demon god.
Luke crossed his arms and looked unsurprised. His blood-red eyes flickered, as if he was sizing up the movie's stunt-like ability.
"Ah!" With a loud roar, the middle-aged bandit leader rushed to Luke and grabbed him with both hands.
Luke raised his eyebrows and let him grab his hands.
"Die to me!" The middle-aged bandit leader was overjoyed and shouted violently.
And then... no response.
He couldn't believe it: "Impossible, why didn't you turn into desert? Die!"
As a result... still no response.
On the battle armor of Luke's hands, there was nothing abnormal at all except for two dusty handprints pressed by the middle-aged bandit leader.
The middle-aged bandit leader suddenly realized that his abilities couldn't deal with this armor at all, let alone hurt the person in the armor.
His complexion changed drastically, and he wanted to run away as soon as he turned his body.
But before he turned around, a big hand pinched the nape of his neck: "What a pity. Your ability is far weaker than I imagined!"
Of course Luke didn't care that the bandit leader touched his armor.
He is only 1.88 meters tall, and his battle armor is 2.1 meters. It is self-evident how many barrier layers there are between the two.
Not to mention that the Bat Armor can be ejected instantly, removing some of the external armor.
The back of the middle-aged bandit leader's neck suddenly loosened, and Luke felt the pinched part slip away like quicksand.
He finally became interested: "So, this ability is used to save lives? Look at my Tianma Meteor Fist!"
It was only when the middle-aged bandit leader heard this inexplicable shooting star or punch, fists like raindrops fell all over his body.
He suddenly screamed crazily, roaring in his heart: This is obviously just a few beatings!
Yes! The middle-aged bandit leader had already been held down by Luke on the ground and he punched him violently. It was not a boxing technique at all. Anyone who has watched UFC can understand the situation.
The ability of the middle-aged bandit leader is simply unable to face the raindrops of fists, and his ability is not strong, and he needs 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 closed his fists and stood up, leaving the middle-aged bandit leader aside.
Walking around the warehouse, he kicked and broke the legs of all the gangsters one by one, and kicked all their guns away, even the first few people he tied up were no exception.
The only lucky one was the bald man who was the first to drop his pistol in fright.
As the first guy who dropped the gun and only dared to tremble in place from the beginning to the end, not daring to move, the bald man was unscathed.
Many gangsters were already looking at him with hatred: You traitor!
The lucky bald man yelled in his heart: I don't want to surrender, my gun was... scared off!
But seeing all the accomplices and gangsters all have broken legs, and the boss who was beaten into a puddle of mud, the bald head rejoiced again: "It's timid to make you laugh at me usually."
Suddenly, Luke stood in front of the bald head. A black shadow of two meters one covered the gangster, and his body began to tremble violently again.
Luke gestured a few times with his hands, and followed the instructions blankly with his bald head, lying down with his hands behind his back.
Then... He was tied up with a strap 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, is this coin heads or tails!"
The middle-aged bandit leader gritted his teeth: "I won, so what?"
Luke: "I'll give you ten chances. As long as you win three times, I'll let your lower body go. If you don't bet, I'll crush your third leg and see if it can grow back."
The middle-aged bandit leader trembled all over, and his last resistance was gone. It is absolutely impossible for him to restore his little bird with his ability.
Resentment and horror flashed in his eyes, he gritted his teeth and nodded: "Okay."
He swore that he must kill this shit Batman.
While the silver coins were flying, ten consecutive bets were completed, and Luke stood up silently.
The middle-aged bandit leader was full of despair. Just now he lost seven times, a net loss of four times.
He yelled in horror: "No, I still have money, don't..." But a big foot was mercilessly lifted up and down, up and down, like an ordinary person stepping on a cockroach.
Click! Click! Click! Click!
"Ah!" The middle-aged bandit leader screamed frantically, but his body could only writhe on the ground like a bug.
Seeing his miserable state, Luke thought for a while, then took out the syringe and gave him a shot.
The screams of the middle-aged bandit leader stopped quickly, and then passed out.
This is a strong anesthetic.
Regardless of how miserable the middle-aged bandit leader is now, once he starts to use his abilities to repair himself, he may still be able to recover and escape.
The safest way is to put him in a coma.
System: You defeated Barkley Williams and obtained his ability list.
Barkley-Williams Ability: Basic Fighting, Basic Firearms... Elementary Desertification (not learnable)
Luke finally won the coin toss, but found that this guy's ability was useless, so of course he didn't want to talk nonsense with him anymore.
His figure also walked out of the warehouse gate, sped up and flew away from the ground, gliding away in the night sky.
In a black suv, two fbi agents are silently watching the movement at the intersection.
The person lying in the back seat just sat up and yawned: "Okay, come and lie down for a while in two minutes."
The driver hummed and continued to pay attention to the surrounding situation.
The detective at the back complained while moving his body: "When will this day be the end? My wife and son have been terrified by the earthquake in the past two days, but I have to work overtime every day. If this continues, I will be divorced. "
The driver finally sighed too, not much better for him.
"It can't be helped, who made that beep raiser give out the reward!" He comforted his partner, and comforted himself: "cia, dea (Drug Enforcement Administration), and our boss all want to fish, but those fish also want to fish." Not stupid. As long as we catch two groups who are not afraid of death, there should not be many people who are stupid in the future, and we don't have to work overtime like this."
The partner in the back seat muttered twice, squeezed into the front row from the gap in the middle and sat down.
With a slight rustling sound, he finally adjusted his sitting posture comfortably, and took out a cigarette from his chest: "Do you want to?"
The driver shook his head: "Smoking your second-hand smoke is enough to refresh me. Open the window a little to get some air."
Engaging in car surveillance is of course extremely irregular, but the two of them didn't find anything abnormal for two days, and they didn't care about this irregularity even though they were upset.
The partner laughed, opened the co-pilot's window by five centimeters, lit a cigarette, and took a deep breath: "If my wife runs away with my son, then only this old friend can accompany me to pass the time. "
The driver sneered: "If you smoke less, you can live a few more years. Otherwise, if you die, your wife and son will belong to others.".
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