Luke chuckled in a low voice: "So, you want to send them all to the funeral home for permanent rest? Then what will be said on TV tomorrow? A new generation of murderous maniac, Iron Man, has accomplished the feat of massacring hundreds of people in one night? "
Tony frowned and closed his mouth suddenly.
When Luke said this, he immediately understood.
Even if it was a gangster, even if the gangster he killed in the process of saving people died too many in one night, he would be hung up and sprayed by some saint watches.
In this social fast food restaurant, people would go to protest the cruelty of killing chickens. If so many people were killed, Iron Man would definitely be labeled a murderous maniac.
His brain turned, and he suddenly understood: "This is the reason why you have not killed people, or even seriously injured those gangsters?"
Luke glides away again: "You're not too stupid after all."
Tony: "hat! excuse me?"
Luke's memory of his previous life is very vague, but he vaguely remembers that when superheroes fight, accidentally injuring civilians will be used by politicians to make a big fuss.
Whether it is superheroes like Tony, he is not sure.
Memories from decades ago may cross over, but realistically and logically, this will happen sooner or later.
Speaking of sat, the hostage was injured during the recent rescue operation by two of Harrison's team members.
After the incident, the two players were taken to court by the injured hostages and have now been suspended pending investigation.
This is normal law enforcement by the police.
Superheroes are not law enforcement, including Batman.
They are all vigilantes! Exactly the kind of man the law least likes.
Law is the product of procedural justice.
The vigilante is someone who bypasses procedures and seeks justice by himself.
The two sides are fundamentally opposed.
Being distracted, Luke considered these issues, and by the way took the newly tempted Iron Man baby for a stroll all over Los Angeles.
A few minutes later, Tony suddenly accelerated his turn and flew to another place: "Haha, I found it."
Luke curled his lips, broke the hands of the two arsonists, and followed suit.
He could tap into the police radio channel, and so could Tony.
However, there has been no news of large-scale gangsters appearing before, and Tony has no good chance to overtake the score.
In less than a minute, Luke also swooped down from the air, kicking a gangster with an ak into the air.
Tony's voice had already sounded: "Heitantou, you are late."
While speaking, he shattered the glass of a car with a palm pulse gun, and the broken glass blasted the two gangsters a few meters away to have blood on their faces, covering their faces and screaming.
Luke's figure was on the ground, and he moved forward rapidly. With a punch, a gangster's hands with a gun bent from his forearm, looked at the Transformers-like arms, and let out a tragic "ah".
"But the current score is still in my lead." He said something, and with a flick of his body, the cloak on the back hardened, and the tip swept across the wrist of the gangster next to him who had just turned around.
Two blood lines appeared on the bandit's hands, his hands hang down weakly, and the rifle slipped: "My hand, my hand."
Luke: "You can still use it to eat." Of course, the difficult "jobs" of shooting people with guns will never be considered in this life.
For a moment, outside the bank at the intersection of this street, dozens of gangsters were surrounded by two people.
A gangster took a rifle and aimed at the flying silver battle armor and yelled, "Go to hell, go to hell! Go to hell, you meddlesome fellow!"
Tony borrowed strength from the upstairs wall, turned and landed behind him, stretched out a finger, and knocked on the bandit Tianling Gai.
Boom!
With a dull knocking sound, the criminal rolled his eyes and fell down.
"Sir, you have found a way to attack non-lethally." Jarvis complimented without losing the opportunity.
The corner of Tony's mouth twitched: "My super armor, I can only hit these little bastards with my fingers."
In the beginning, the target of this warship was Batman.
The gap between expectations and reality is really big.
While speaking, he turned and stretched out his hand.
Boom!
A trash can was sent flying by the pulse cannon and hit two thugs.
"This time is also very suitable. But sir, I want to remind you that your armor's energy supply has become unstable, so it is best to return immediately." Jarvis reminded again.
Tony ran a few steps on the ground in frustration, and crashed directly into a car, which sent two gangsters who were hiding behind and opened fire flying out.
Looking at the data given by Jarvis, he quickly analyzed: "It's just a small problem caused by the continuous work of the propeller. I don't need to use the pulse gun and fly."
This is the most common problem with experimental models—insufficient stability.
Without continuous operation and combat testing, many defects will not be reflected.
For Tony, this is also a good opportunity to collect his own armor data, he can't miss it.
Looking not far away, he went on a rampage and smashed four or five gangsters with guns into Luke who was hanging on the wall. Tony sighed: "This guy's technical level is definitely not that low, his armor is A low-profile version for this kind of urban battlefield."
Luke didn't care if Tony could beat him.
The pride of a certain young man is something that overflows the sky, it is impossible to plot against him.
Now that he has Batman as his opponent, he won't let his win be tainted.
Taking advantage of Batman's rescue and directly hitting him with a cannonball, such a victory is meaningless.
It's like before a boxing champion fight, you don't find a group of gangsters to send your opponent to the hospital.
Because beating opponents head-on in the boxing ring can greatly increase reputation and income.
And the young and old must win Batman openly in order to satisfy their own sense of superiority.
After Luke arrived at the scene, he quickly cleared out several of the most dangerous gangsters, and rushed directly behind a small car, stretched out his hands, picked up two policewomen hiding behind the car, and locked them in prison with armor and a cloak behind them. Hold it firmly in front of your chest, and send it to the corner not far away.
"Whoa, Batman!" A policewoman's eyes lit up, her hands groping on his breastplate.
After Luke decisively threw her into the corner, he reluctantly tore off the other guy who was touching his chest and put it away, and said, "Hide well."
As he said that, he turned into a black shadow again, rushed from the ground to the wall, ran sideways for five or six meters on the wall, and kicked back with his legs after a somersault.
The two gangsters who were sweeping this way with guns were kicked in the chest, flew more than ten meters away, hit the ground and rolled seven or eight times, and did not move.
"Wow, Claire, he's so handsome, he's so handsome!" a policewoman exclaimed excitedly.
The other one also stared intently at the corner of the wall: "Okay, Karen! You say you are handsome when you see everyone, and you just said that you want to marry that Tin Woodman! Humph, you fidgety little bitch! I declare you to be Batman First Fan Club has been removed."
Karen: "Daydreaming!"
These two policewomen are of course Karen and Claire the little monkey.
Unfortunately, they encountered a premeditated bank robbery.