Extra: Fantasy Journey III

(Thanks to Guoda, the head of Jin Tailing, for his strong support of this book)

(Thanks to the leader, Lone Soul Night Shadow, for his strong support of this book)

It wasn't that Luke was afraid of the master, but it was his habit to "not fight uncertain battles", especially when he had the initiative.

Knowing the basic situation here, and no one came to the opening of the portal, of course he would not continue to stay at other people's homes.

After going downstairs, he casually opened the black umbrella he just took out of the space and strolled the streets of Gotham City.

The sound of the shredding rain and the sound of the tires running over the road area could not cover up the various sounds further down the street.

With his conscious ability to diffuse primary sonic waves, everything in the shadowy corners of this spooky metropolis comes to his ears.

In such a rainy and rainy night, theft and robbery still occur from time to time. There is no shortage of QJ's armed injuries and even murders, but the frequency is lower than the previous two.

Sure enough, it's Gotham City, where criminals don't even breathe a sigh of relief when it rains? He couldn't help sighing, suppressing his intention to act immediately.

Now that we are here, we can't make small troubles. A detailed or even long-term plan is necessary.

You know, before the war in Wakanda, the big American city next door was first brushed from the boss copy to the elite copy by the bat team.

Now, ten years after the Wakanda War, it has been turned into a copy of the mobs, which can only be left to the reserve members for "warm-up practice".

The difference between this is equivalent to going from a real gun to a war-torn region in the Middle East to a stun gun in New York.

The source of Luke's experience points has become the leader of various tribal conflicts and killings.

Compared with the American gang members who are willing to have fun when they get money, these forces that keep fighting because of their different beliefs and races are like leeks.

When a big one dies, several small ones pop up.

A few small ones died, and a few big ones popped up.

All Luke can do is to kill those guys who are especially brutal, so that this kind of conflict is not so frustrating.

However, performing tasks across regions, especially in backward regions,

The time it takes will increase significantly.

The amount of each experience point obtained is quite large, but the frequency is much reduced.

In general, Luke's efficiency in obtaining experience points in his hometown next door is declining, and it will inevitably continue to decline.

It is an inevitable choice to open up a new "leek field".

With the outstanding people in Gotham City, if you want to change from the boss version to the elite version, at least ten years can be used as a time unit.

For so long, temporary patience is a must... well! I'm still too righteous. Luke sighed again, and a small steel ball appeared between his two fingers.

With a flick of the index finger, the steel ball instantly hit a water pipe at the corner, and then reflected into the shadow deep in the alley.

Pfft! Whoa!

The sound of the human body being poured into the beach sounded, followed by the footsteps of a woman leaving in a panic.

Luke let out a breath: Mr. Wei shouldn't even investigate other people's minor concussions, right? Well, the premise is not too many.

Immediately, he frowned and looked around: What's the matter, let alone a concussion along the way, there are no less than dozens of guys who are suitable for a cerebral infarction.

Multiple-choice questions are really not something adults are good at! Muttering like this, Luke held the black umbrella like this and walked through the streets and alleys with the wind and rain.

Hundreds more people will see neurosurgery in Gotham's major hospitals tomorrow.

Of course, if someone calls an ambulance for them tonight, it's the emergency department's turn to make a fortune.

...

The next morning, Luke sat in a glass cafe in a five-star hotel, eating breakfast unhurriedly.

In New Jersey, this should be open air.

Unfortunately, this is Gotham. There are too many pollutants in the air. With his keen sense of smell, he can smell all kinds of chemicals.

In the hometown next door, no company dares to openly discharge polluted wastewater, but here it is officially licensed.

Ordinary people have long been numb to the smelly air, and rich people can only try to stay indoors with air purification, or live in suburban villas with mild pollution.

Eating breakfast and looking down at the city that seemed to be alive, Luke's mood was still a bit complicated.

Because, last night, most of the group of guys he thought should be in the hospital didn't go, and a few with less serious injuries even got up on their own and slipped home.

To put it simply, the resilience of these people seems to be a bit abnormal, but the physical fitness test is no better than ordinary people in Luke's hometown.

Could it be that the world favors villains? Luke couldn't help but think: Otherwise, why would there be so many villains?

Even if they are often caught by Mr. Wei before they come out, they will be beaten violently, and those who have broken three or five times will not be ranked in the top 100.

But most of these guys came out alive after a while and continued their "finding trips".

Forget it, to resist the beating, then punch it a few more times, and the injury will be several times worse. Isn't it time to be honest? Luke chose the simplest solution.

Just kill it? That's at least a few months later, when he's stoked the heat.

I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry, let alone the dangerous act of grabbing food from Mr. Wei's mouth.

Suddenly, a pair of long legs with amazing proportions flashed in his sight, and then a beautiful back that would make most men want to go straight to the sky.

In the early morning, you are not afraid of catching a cold when you dress like this? Luke raised his eyes and looked directly at the strong-looking lady.

Emmm~ Well, this lady's physique is not a bit strong, but too strong.

Looking at the woman in the red big revealing backpack sitting next door... three tables away, Luke's eyes showed curiosity.

Seemingly aware that someone was looking at her, the woman turned her head slightly and met his gaze.

Her face didn't have much expression, she just looked at him and turned back indifferently.

This is an obvious rejection gesture, and the subtext is probably "I'm not interested in you, don't stare at me".

Luke reached into his chest, took out a pair of black-rimmed glasses and put them on to make himself appear a little more ordinary... that's weird.

The glasses are mimicked by nano-armor, and are the most suitable detection and display equipment to be worn aboveboard.

He could intuitively feel that the woman in the red dress contained powerful power, but the detection equipment could provide more detailed data to further analyze its power composition and source.

Putting on glasses to make himself look a little more gentle and scumbag, Luke got up a few steps, came to the woman in the red dress, and pulled out the chair opposite her and sat down.

The woman in the red dress raised her slightly narrow phoenix eyes, showing an unhappy look: "Sorry, there is someone here."

Luke laughed, the kind of "no temperature" smile most common among knights - this comment came from Mindy in private, and was unanimously approved by Ursa Minor, including the eldest and the youngest.

Well, it turns out that it's not just the back that is exposed. Someone who has the strength of a professional actor looks like an old man, but he can't help but mutter a word in his heart.