After Luke finished all this, the silver armor flew over with tail flames: "I've dealt with the blockages on the east and south sides, I won this bet, and I want to make a winner's request..."
Luke laughed in a deep voice, "No, you didn't win. Your primary school math teacher never taught you how to count heads, did you?"
I don't even have an elementary school math teacher! Tony frowned: "Jarvis, count the number of people we saved."
The positions of all vehicles getting off the bridge on the roads on both sides of the southeast flashed quickly in front of him, and a number popped up: 156 people.
And the number of people on the road to the west was also counted: 197 people.
"Sir, excluding the disputed number of the last three people in the bus, you have saved 41 people less than the other party." Jarvis reminded.
"Damn it, the west road has the most traffic jams, and there's still that bus." Tony cursed angrily.
With the assistance of Jarvis, he instantly understood where he was losing.
Luke chose the road with the largest number of people trapped, plus the dozens of people on the bus, there were more passengers than the dozen or so cars.
Luke on the opposite side didn't say much. He knew that Tony had Jarvis, and counting the number of people would take less than a second.
He just flew up: "If you want to compare with me, just follow and let me see how your big tin toy is doing."
Tony laughed loudly: "He actually said I was a big tin toy? How dare he call me a big tin toy?"
Luke couldn't be bothered to get used to this young man, anyway, the young man's mouth is also very poisonous, so everyone just reciprocates courtesy.
Face is something that never needs to be left to Tony Stark, because he doesn't need others to give him face, he will try his best to earn it back.
Two figures rushed into the urban area, one behind the other.
Tony exclaimed in the air: "In addition to the exoskeleton, you also installed an auxiliary propulsion system?"
But just for a moment, he habitually spoke savagely: "Look, this workmanship is second-hand, and the parts are from the Soviet Union. Are you Russian? Ukrainian? Georgian?"
The corner of Luke's mouth curled up: "No, I'm an American, and I'm America's first superhero."
Tony was choked up.
He is temporarily unsure about Americans, but he can't insist that they are not.
And Batman is America's first superhero, which is an accepted fact.
No matter how arrogant he is, he can't change the collective perception of the people.
The speed of the two is very fast. Of course, Luke's auxiliary propulsion system is far inferior to Tony's. At least he is a top "player" who has always only used good things.
Luke deliberately used a batch of black and black Soviet products, and the modified propulsion system is really a piece of junk, purely experimental.
But as long as he thinks that a certain young man will definitely choose between "Russian" and "American" when he returns home tonight, he will feel a sense of pleasure.
I hope Stark won't have any obsessive-compulsive disorder, otherwise I'm afraid he won't be able to sleep well for a few days.
There is a big difference in the forward speed of the two, but there is not much difference in short distances.
Just a few seconds after Tony rushed into the city, Luke followed him, fell straight down to the street from the air, and kicked out two gangsters who were robbing women's jewelry and carry-on luggage with guns.
The rescued woman looked at Luke with horror on her face, and Tony landed right after her.
The woman turned her head to look at Tony's silver armor, and was even more surprised, but her mouth whispered out of habit: "Batman?"
Tony's face in the helmet turned black immediately: "I look like Batman! Your colorblindness is really serious, you'd better see an ophthalmologist."
But Luke fled away in a hurry, and a sentence floated from afar in the air: "Then what is your name, is it Anonymous?"
Tony was choked again, the thrusters under his feet increased, and he chased after him again. A burst of rock music was played again, mixed with his voice: "I am—Iron Man!"
Luke was not surprised when he heard the name, and he just complained silently in his heart: Yes, yes, you are still Wang Jinxi!
Soon, Tony, who followed him, knew what the next event was.
Beat up!
Beat a lot of people!
Batman wanders around, and he can always quickly find gangsters who commit various violent crimes, such as robbery with guns, homicide, arson, rape, etc., are all within the scope of his beating.
Tony followed suit for less than five minutes before he was reminded by Jarvis: "Sir, you don't have non-lethal weapons, and you can easily kill these gangsters with your fists. In this complicated environment, your movements are not as good as Batman's." flexible."
Tony exasperated: "Of course I know."
He is not stupid.
On the contrary he is an extremely intelligent man.
It was only after the first few beatings of the gangsters that he sensed the problem with this new game.
Compared with Tony's armor, Batman's armor can be said to be significantly behind.
However, in this kind of battlefield where there are many scruples in the city and the scene is extremely small, the opponent can fully utilize the characteristics of low output and high flexibility, quickly enter the battle and end the battle, and then transfer the battlefield.
Luke could even open the window easily, get into the narrow apartment building and chase the gangsters.
If Tony wants to go in, it's better to smash the window + half wall directly.
These apartment buildings and bungalows are filled with a large number of ordinary people.
He slammed into the wall and rushed in, most likely causing minor injuries to these ordinary people first.
The reason for this situation is not that there is a problem with Tony's technique, but because he has too little time.
The steel battle armor produced in just one month can be put into actual combat, which is already extremely contrary to scientific common sense.
It is unrealistic to ask this battle armor to be perfect in details and quickly adapt to urban street fighting.
After all, Tony never considered such a "small" battlefield in the first place.
Such a thing as beating gangsters has never occurred to a certain young man in his life.
He doesn't need to hit punks at all.
As long as he wants to, a phone call can send hundreds of thousands of punks in Los Angeles to jail.
Even if the prison can't hold them, he can afford to build a large prison to detain these people.
Of course Luke did this on purpose.
He fought Tony, and it didn't do much good if he won.
He basically won the first bet of saving someone just now.
lose? That is impossible.
Tony's armor, which hasn't even been painted, has a lot of problems. Luke wants to do a little trick, and it won't be too easy to get it to lie down.
But there is a free powerful helper, a certain young man, who maintains law and order in Los Angeles together, why would he want to beat the other party!
"It seems that you have a lot of problems with this armor." Luke finished fighting a group of punks in the alley again.
He threw the little gangster in his hand into the trash can, and at the same time he didn't forget to taunt: "That one just now seems to have broken dozens of bones in that person, right? He just took a knife. Will you next time?" He would use missiles to blow the block down."
Tony gritted his teeth: "He dared to stab me with a knife, why should I send him to a five-star hotel for vacation?"