On the other side, Luke rode a small pedal towards Karen's house, chatting with her casually.
After Los Angeles entered the night, it became even more chaotic. With all kinds of pedestrians running around on the street, Luke could only control the speed of the car at 20 to 30 kilometers per hour.
This is an old Vespa model that he took pains to restore, and it would be distressing to scrape off some paint leather.
The small pedal chugs around the streets and alleys for half an hour, and it manages to bring Karen to the door of the house smoothly.
Seeing Luke smiling and waving, and about to leave, Karen couldn't help but invite, "Come in and sit down..."
Speaking of this, she got stuck, hesitated for a moment before saying: "You sent me back, you must be a little tired."
Luke smiled: "It's okay, I'm physically strong."
Karen: …
He waved his hand and said goodbye to Karen. He rode a small pedal in a flash, thinking in his heart: It's almost ten o'clock at night. I ran to your house to rest. What would your parents think
He understood what Karen meant, but he really didn't have time to provoke a young lady, especially a young lady who was looking for thrills.
He won't be staying in Los Angeles for too long, and he has a lot to deal with, and he doesn't want to waste his time hooking up Karen.
Riding on a small pedal, he avoided areas with a lot of surveillance, deliberately chose to pass through blocks that lacked surveillance, and beat up several groups of gangsters who wanted to rob him.
Those punks don't recognize the little pedal, let alone know that it's worth a lot.
This only shows that the law and order environment in the city is so bad that even poor people riding small pedals are not safe.
Finding a safe house arranged in advance, he entered it, changed into the Batman armor, and sighed: "You are really going to retire soon."
Compared with the quick equipment function of the new White Wolf armor, it is really outdated for Batman armor to be worn manually.
However, Batman's character design is powerful, and it is a very useful target. Luke has to use it to continue activities a few times to ensure that it is used to the fullest.
Jumping 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 shouted in panic, but only the hooligans laughed triumphantly: "Call it, no one will come if you scream."
"I'm here." A mechanical electronic voice sounded behind the punks.
The woman holding the child stared wide-eyed at the black giant behind the gangsters, her lips were trembling, she was so excited that she couldn't make a sound.
The little gangsters were extremely annoyed, and turned around suddenly, wanting to see who dared to slap themselves in the face.
In the eyes, a black giant stood a few meters behind them, slowly raised his finger and pointed at them: "You are guilty!"
"Bat, Batman~" a little punk shouted tremblingly.
The next moment, the black giant rushed into them, and there was a muffled sound of skin and flesh colliding with the sound of bones breaking. All the punks broke their hands and screamed.
Luke didn't have any intention of pitying them. He picked out the gunmen from among them and broke off their thumbs and index fingers one by one.
This will not affect their escape in the earthquake, but without these two fingers, any action that wants to use their hands to exert force, such as shooting a gun, will be very difficult.
The dark red eyes of the black giant looked at the woman standing there blankly: "Ma'am, you'd better go home quickly."
"Ah, what, ah~" the woman exclaimed, and was scooped up by the black giant.
After a few trots, Luke slid out, took the women and children to the street, put them down, and left.
The woman was stunned for a moment before murmuring: "Thank you, thank you!"
"Mom, Uncle Batman told us to go home quickly, there are many bad guys outside." The little boy in her arms reminded.
The woman came back to her senses, hugged her son and ran away.
The experience of being surrounded by punks just now really frightened her.
…
A group of thugs are happily moving things from a small supermarket.
The Chinese-American owner of the small supermarket has already collapsed on the counter with his face covered in blood.
He wasn't dead, and his injuries weren't too serious, but he didn't want to be surrounded by these guys again.
Helpless, he could only shrink silently in the corner of the counter, allowing the gangsters to pry open the cash register and start moving the goods from the small supermarket wantonly.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang, and the electric female voice of the bad street sounded: "Welcome."
A group of gangsters who were as happy as a festival turned their heads to look.
"You guys are guilty!" Another cold and deep mechanical voice sounded.
The black giant hooked over the beer box beside it, blocked the automatic door, and rushed into the supermarket.
The Chinese boss who was huddled in the counter only heard a bang, bang, and then four or five punks flew through the air in front of the counter and were thrown directly outside the door.
He trembled all over, not daring to raise his head.
In less than thirty seconds, everything was quiet.
With the sound of footsteps coming to the counter, the boss felt a shadow covering him, raised his head unconsciously, and was stunned when he saw the person coming.
The scattered banknotes that were just found on the gangster fell from the huge palm and landed on the counter: "Take your money."
The boss froze for a moment, then nodded sharply: "Thank you, thank you!"
"Close the door, call the police and arrest people, now is not the time to do business." The black giant said something, and stepped out.
The Chinese boss stood up, only to see that the black giant had a rope dart in the other hand, tied five punks, and dragged them out from the floor.
The punks were very quiet, they all suffered a slight concussion, and all the hands of those who used to hold guns were severed.
When he went outside the supermarket, with a flick of his hand, the rope dart retracted into his hand like a living thing, and the black figure trotted a few steps before flying away.
The Chinese boss gritted his teeth, dragged his painful body to the door, looked at the group of comatose gangsters, his eyes flashed with relief: "You have today too! You usually collect protection fees, but now you have to come to grab them." My supermarket!"
As he talked more and more, he grabbed a mop near the door and beat a bunch of gangsters violently.
Luke turned his head and took a look in mid-air, before speeding away.
These gangsters have guns on their bodies, and the Chinese boss is often blackmailed by them.
The boss deserves to beat them, and deserves to be beaten to death!
He will not despise the boss for beating the dog in the water, and he will not think that the boss is a fake tiger.
This kind of ordinary people who open small shops and do small businesses will bear it silently most of the time, and will not be oppressed to the extreme, nor will they resist.
At the same time, many people's phones rang, and the first sentence was almost always: "Batman has appeared again."
After more than ten minutes, Luke dropped the two dealers in his hands, and flushed all the white crystals on the table into the toilet.
A warning from the intelligent program came from the headset: "Helicopters are found approaching, and multiple special vehicles are found approaching."
A simple map is displayed on the lens in front of him. Luke is the green light spot in the middle, and more than twenty red spots around him are approaching quickly or slowly.