Extra: Fantasy Journey IV

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I can't blame Luke for his lack of determination. The design of this red dress is really amazing.

The rear opening is wide open and closed, but the back line is very soft.

The front opening is like a fish mouth, and the rounded curve is half hidden.

The two pieces of skin on the front and back look white and greasy against the slightly dark red dress.

While evaluating the dress from an artistic point of view, Luke did not forget to say the classic lines: "Can you meet me? Madam, I look familiar to you."

The woman in the red dress looked a little shocked, not because she was frightened by the thick skin, but she really did not expect to hear such an "old" flirting phrase from the mouth of the little white face in front of her.

Before she could answer, Luke continued, "Introduce yourself, I'm Bruce Bell Wayne."

The woman in the red dress looked strange, and felt that she might have encountered a neuropathy: "So, you want to say that you are the chairman of the Wayne Group?"

Luke laughed, stretched his hand into his chest again, and took out a... bat dart: "Oh Fuquasnaot! You can call me a knight."

The woman in the red dress is basically certain that she has indeed encountered a lunatic, but the person pretending to be a superhero is not a rich man.

But immediately her eyes froze, because Luke, who was on the opposite side, threw the bat dart.

The matte-surfaced bat dart turned into a blurry black shadow, swept across most of the restaurant without a sound, and flew back into his hands.

The whole process takes less than two seconds.

Snapped!

Luke put the bat dart gently on the table, pressed it with two fingers, and pushed it in front of her: "This is a little souvenir, I hope we can be more friendly to each other when we meet again next time."

After that, he got up and left, passing a hundred dollar bill into the chest of the waitress next to him as he passed by his dining table: "Pay for table six, and the rest is your tip."

The waitress was taken aback, and was immediately fascinated by this big coin-sprinkler, and she forgot to clear the table except for nodding her head.

Woman in red dress: ...This technique looks like LSP at first glance.

But she quickly looked away and landed it on the bat dart in front of her.

Holding it in front of her, she could smell several kinds of food in her nose.

At this moment, the guests at several tables in the cafe are wondering about the "accident" just now: "Waiter, what I want is an obliquely cut sandwich, why is there an extra knife in the middle?"

"Honey, can't you be careful when you eat cake? Spill your coffee all over your shirt."

"Waiter, why does my egg even flow out?"

They were completely unaware that the "murder weapon" that created these accidents was in the hands of the woman in the red dress.

And the woman was playing with the bat dart, making it spin between her fingers like a small fish, and muttered, "This hand is not like an ordinary counterfeit."

Even so, she sensed something was amiss.

While it's true that Batman is sometimes referred to as the Dark Knight, it's more of an "adjective" than a nickname in Luke's newspaper.

The difference between the two is similar to the difference between tiger skin green pepper and tiger skin.

So, this guy isn't a botched impostor, but a... new superhero? Or someone who wants to be a superhero?

The heroic brows of the woman in the red dress all twitched: These mentally ill heroes are the most annoying, and they are not honest at all.

Luke, who walked out of the cafe, turned his head with an inexplicable smile on his face: Interesting! As soon as I came here, I met a "God of War" who was 60-70% similar to Tiana. Could it be because of that crack in time and space?

Why would he take the initiative to "pick up" the woman in the red dress named "Diana", and even dare to "expose" his family as soon as he opens his mouth? Of course it's because she's dark green kindness in the system panel.

A good person of this color cannot beat someone with a little rudeness, of course, forgive him.

Moreover, such a powerful woman will not remember the uncharacteristic cats and dogs. It is of course important to distinguish the "first time" from others.

With this time, the atmosphere on both sides will definitely be much better next time.

...

In the blink of an eye, it was already the third month that Luke came to the DC world.

Watching a group of guests chattering on the phone arguing there, and finally turning into a table-turning + full martial arts, he closed the video and pouted: "In a different world, the American people are still playing this boring old school, and there is no technical content at all."

Looking up again, I saw a group of American sand sculpture old, middle-aged and young people holding various placards and shouting slogans and demonstrations in the square in front of the Congress Hall a few hundred meters away: "Down with the Dark Knight."

"We don't need vigilantes who abuse lynching."

"We want freedom, we want peace, not "black" vigilantes."

"The official is incompetent, let the "black" forces go."

Luke picked up the coffee on the stone platform at hand, took a sip, and lifted Erlang's legs by the way, with a mocking smile on his handsome face.

Among the group of people passing by, the leading middle-aged white woman in business attire in her early forties jumped in her heart. She couldn't help but slow down and glanced at him sideways.

Immediately, her footsteps became slower and slower, and she stopped directly after walking more than ten meters.

After standing still for a few seconds, she turned decisively and strode to Luke: "Hello, excuse me."

Luke, who put down the coffee cup and was holding a cake miamiamia, raised his eyes: "Is something wrong?"

God, this man is so damn tempting! The middle-aged woman swore that at this moment, she seemed to see a big lazy cat.

Laziness in ruthlessness, and pride in casualness, he can eat with his looks, but he must kill with his temperament.

Well... well, this is just a fragment of the middle-aged woman's unconscious mind. What she really thinks about is another thing: "Excuse me, are you interested in a new job?"

Luke raised his eyebrows and shook his head to refuse: "Sorry, Senator Finch, I'm not interested in official work."

The middle-aged woman who was called out was stunned: "Do you know me?"

Luke glanced at the group of sand sculptures more than a hundred meters away: "Aren't they coming here to make a fuss today, aren't they supporting your proposal?"

Senator Finch thoughtfully: "It seems that you don't approve of them?"

"If a smart person approves of a group of induced fools, then he is either stupid or bad." Luke looked at her calmly: "What do you think?"

Senator Finch frowned.

A valet behind her stepped forward in a timely manner, and said in a low voice that both Senator Finch and Luke could hear: "Member, it's only ten minutes before your speech."

Finch, who was ruthlessly rejected and even mocked faintly, stepped up and resolutely gave up recruiting Luke.

She just saw his outstanding appearance and temperament, which is very suitable for public relations targeting female groups.

After all, even a well-informed congressman like her can be attracted at a glance. Ordinary women listen to this man and promise not to refute—they can lick the screen, why bother to be obedient? Agree and you're done.