Super Detective in the Fictional World

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On the other side, Luke rode towards the Karen's house on a small pedal, chatting with her one by one. ┏Ⅹ④③⑨⑨┛

When Los Angeles enters the night, it is even more chaotic. With various pedestrians running around the street, Luke can only control the speed at 20-30 kilometers per hour.

This is an old Vespa model that he has bothered to repair, and it will be painful to scrape off some patent leather.

The small pedal went around the street suddenly for half an hour, and Karen was successfully delivered to the door.

As Luke smiled and waved his hand, he was about to leave. Karen could not help but invite and said, "Come in and sit ..."

Having said that, she got stuck for a moment, and hesitated for a moment before she said, "You're a little tired after you send me back."

Luke Waner: "It's okay, I'm very physically fit."

Karen: ...

He waved and said goodbye to Karen. He rode on the small pedal and snorted and whispered in his heart: it's almost ten o'clock in the night, and went to your house to rest. What would your parents think?

He understood Karen's meaning, but there was no time to provoke a young lady, especially a young lady who was looking for thrills.

He won't stay in Los Angeles for too long, and he has a lot of hands to deal with. He doesn't want to waste time on hooking up with Karen.

Riding a small pedal, he avoided areas with more surveillance, and deliberately chose to pass through the neglected neighborhoods, and by the way stunned a few punks who wanted to rob him.

Those little punks don't recognize the small pedals, let alone know that it is very valuable.

This only shows that the security environment in the city is so bad that even the poor who ride small pedals are not safe.

Finding a safe house that was laid out in advance, he entered it, replaced Batman armor, and sighed, "You are really about to retire."

Compared to the fast gear function of the new White Wolf Warframe, Batman's Warframe has to be worn completely by hand, which is seriously out of date.

However, Batman's people are powerful and a good target, and Luke has to use it to continue his activities a few times to make sure that everything is used up.

Leaping from the top of the apartment building, his figure shuttled through the dark alleys and buildings.

A group of puppets were pushing a woman with a child into a dark corner, and the woman shouted in astonishment, but only the puppets laughed proudly around them: "You call, no one comes by breaking their throats."

"I'm here." A mechanical electronic sound sounded behind the punks.

The woman holding the child's eyes widened, looking at the black giant behind them, their lips trembling, and they couldn't make a sound.

The puppets were so angry that they turned sharply to see who dared to hit their own faces.

Into the eyes, a black giant stood a few meters behind them and slowly raised his finger to them: "You guys, guilty!"

"Bat, Batman ~" shouted a little chubby.

The next moment, the black giant rushed into the middle of them, the dull flesh collision sound was mixed with the sound of the broken bones, and the little punks broke their hands and screamed.

Luke didn't show any mercy on them, and picked out the gunman from them, breaking their thumbs and index fingers one by one.

This will not affect their escape from the earthquake, but without these two fingers, any movement that wants to force their hands will be difficult-such as shooting.

The dark giant's dark red eyes looked at the woman who was standing blankly: "Madam, you better hurry home."

"Ah, what, ah ~" the woman exclaimed, already picked up by the black giant.

Luke taxied out after taking a few trots, taking the woman and children to the street, dropping them, and leaving.

The woman froze for a moment before murmuring: "Thank you, thank you!"

"Mom, Uncle Batman told us to hurry home, there are many bad people outside," the little boy in her arms reminded.

The woman returned to God and ran away holding her son.

The encounter that was just surrounded by the little punks really frightened her.

...

A group of people were moving things happily from a small supermarket.

The Chinese boss of the small supermarket has fallen to the counter with blood on his face.

He wasn't dead, and his injuries weren't too serious, but he didn't want to be surrounded by these guys anymore.

Helpless, he could only shrink into the corner of the counter silently, and let these gangsters pry open the cash register and began to carry goods from the small supermarket.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang, and the electronic voice of the bad street rang: "Welcome."

A group of gangsters who were as happy as the holiday turned around.

"You guys, guilty!" Another cold, low-pitched machine sounded.

The black giant hooked over the side of the beer box, blocked the automatic door, and rushed into the supermarket.

The boss of Chinese descent in the counter only heard a rustling noise, and then four or five babies flew through the air in front of the counter and were thrown directly outside the door.

He shivered and didn't dare to come up.

Within thirty seconds, everything was quiet.

A footstep came to the counter, and the boss felt a shadow hanging over him, unconsciously looking up, and seeing the person came to a halt.

The sporadic banknotes just found on the chubby fell from the huge palm and fell to the counter: "Collect your money."

The boss froze and nodded fiercely: "Thank you, thank you!"

"Close the door, call the police to arrest someone, this is not the time to do business." The black giant said a word and stepped out.

The boss of Chinese descent stood up, only to see that there was a rope dart in the other hand of the Black Giant, **** with five little punks, and dragged off the floor.

The puppets were very quiet, and they were all knocked out with a slight concussion, plus the usual practice of breaking their hands with guns.

Out of the supermarket door, he shook his hand, the rope dart retracted into his hand like a living creature, the black figure trot a few steps, and flew away.

The Chinese boss gritted his teeth, dragged his sore body to the door, and looked at the comatose little punks, his eyes flashing with deflation: "You also have today! I usually charge for protection, but now I have to grab My supermarket! "

As he talked more and more, he grabbed a mop near the doorway, and hit a bunch of rumblings.

Luke glanced around in the air at ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ to leave quickly.

These little punks had guns on them, and the Chinese boss was not blackmailed by them.

The boss beat them, they deserve it!

He will not despise the boss for beating down the water dog, nor will he think the boss is a fake tiger.

Most ordinary people who open small shops and do small businesses will suffer silently most of the time. They 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 traffickers in his hand and flushed all the white crystals on the table into the toilet.

A warning from the smart program came from the headset: "Helicopters were found, and special vehicles were 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 it are approaching faster or slower.