Extra: Fantasy Journey Sixty-Six

"Becoming a Detective in the Film and Television World ()"

In the eyes of a large number of coerced buying people, a fantastic scene happened again.

I saw that the thugs picked up the "commonly used weapon" of the proletariat, the steel pipe, and rushed towards the group of black hoods with guns.

Duang! Duang!

The two crisp sounds that were almost connected together were very clear in the ears of the onlookers who were holding their breath.

The two gangsters on the far right just raised their guns, and were pulled on the left and right foreheads by half-meter-long steel pipes, and fell straight down without saying a word.

The rest of the bandits couldn't help pulling the muzzle facing the front to the right and started shooting.

In the continuous sound of gunshots, the bullets always landed in the space behind Luke.

Duang Duang! Duang Duang!

The proletarian fighter holding a steel pipe, just like the protagonist in a Hong Kong martial arts film, opened Wushuang and rushed into the group of enemies, the four gangsters fainted again.

The remaining gangsters had to move the muzzle again, pointing from the front right to a parallel position to the right.

Luke's fighting style suddenly changed. The steel tube punches and kicks hit the four nearby people, causing them to stagger back into the middle of their companions.

During this process, their constantly moving bodies also blocked the shooting lines of the other companions, and Luke's high-speed brain ensured that no muzzle could be aimed at him.

The bandit's previous half-arc was also quietly squeezed into an irregular oval at this moment, and Luke was cutting into the approximate centerline of the oval.

Then in this one-on-nine battle circle, the shadows flew and screamed again and again.

Luke's steel pipe changed from the mighty whipping just now to fast poking, provoking, plucking, and stroking. At the same time, his free hands and feet kept rubbing the four "shields" around, always covering his body.

The remaining five gangsters always felt that there was an accomplice in front of the gun.

Whether it was scruples of accidental injury or unsure of hitting, they all had a brief hesitation.

Two overreacted still pulled the trigger and successfully opened a few holes in the two shields, but the other three didn't have time to keep up.

The inconspicuous gray steel pipe was like a viper, "shooting" from behind the four shields and hitting their trigger hand.

With the cracking sound, the palms of the bandits changed shape one after another.

The powder fractures were all light, and the two who pulled the trigger even had their fingers broken and flew several meters away.

But they didn't even utter a few screams, and the gray steel pipe fell on them again—this time it was finally their heads.

As they fell, Luke also gave up controlling the four shields and let them fall limply.

When the steel pipe was taking care of the five gunmen, his fist also smashed the heads of the four shields, and he was completely unconscious due to the concussion.

Fifteen armed bandits took less than ten seconds to hit the street.

Zath, who was slammed into the head, barely felt so dizzy at this time, but the headache started to get severe.

The feeling that something was twitching on his forehead, trying to come out of it, made Zas extremely uncomfortable.

Even if the bandits who helped him were wiped out in front of his eyes, he had to stay calm, otherwise he would not be slower than the bandits.

So he said, "Wait, we can talk."

Luke glanced at Zass: "What are you talking about?" When he said this, he poked the steel pipe in his hand, destroying 100 million firearms scattered on the ground.

Zas: "Who are you?"

Luke: "Me? Just an ordinary worker."

Zas: "...Then I can hire you for $100,000 and follow me tonight, how about that?"

Luke picked up a broken rifle and smashed it into Zasse's face: "Just this gun can sell for more than three thousand dollars on the Gotham black market."

Zas raised his hand and blocked the broken gun that hit his face: "500,000."

Luke finished destroying the firearm, with a mocking smile on his face: "I am a migrant worker,

I hate when people hit me with money! "

Saying that, he faced Zass and raised the steel pipe again.

Zass still didn't give up his efforts and shouted: "I know where the giant explosives dropped by the joker are. That's a ton of TXT, and it will kill a lot of people."

In fact, as a capable man of Penguin, he knows that the explosives taken by the joker are at least dozens of tons, and one ton of TXT is nothing.

Saying this is just to interfere with this suspected superhero guy on the opposite side. This kind of person is the most concerned about the lives of civilians.

The gray steel pipe was swung without stopping, and the speed of Zass's double knives soared, as if he had never been injured at all.

His body is far greater than that of ordinary people. Although Luke's steel pipe is heavy, it is not a serious injury.

Delaying the time is just to relieve the dizziness, and let's fight back.

After all, the fighting ability shown by Luke is really smooth, and the master style, Zass himself dare not say that it is stronger.

However, Zass felt that he could rely on his physical fitness to make an unexpected lose-lose situation, and it was more likely to be seriously injured by a knife than by a steel pipe.

So, he stabbed the steel pipe with a knife, and stabbed Luke in the chest and abdomen with the knife, and the knife that was stabbed still had the edge slanted upward.

As long as it hits, Zass will take advantage of the situation to row up and break his stomach.

It's a pity that dreams are always beautiful!

In reality, Luke's steel pipe suddenly retracted a little, just enough to let Kaizas' short knife, and then from an oblique slash to a front stab, stab him heavily on his forehead.

Zas's eyes darkened, and the familiar dizziness reappeared.

Vaguely, he also heard Luke's faint mockery: "Idiot, my pipe is longer than yours."

In fact, not only is the difference in the length of the weapon ten centimeters, but the length of the arms of the two sides is also more than ten centimeters apart.

From the perspective of a bystander, you can see that Zass has a steel pipe on his forehead at this moment, but the short knife he stabs is still twenty centimeters away from Luke's body.

With one hit, the steel pipe swung the backhand round, giving Zass a second blow on the head.

Duang!

It was the familiar crisp sound of iron on the head again, but Luke looked at Zass, who stumbled two steps, but was still standing: "Hey, your end... is a little iron."

Duang, Duang, Duang, Duang, Duang!

Luke leaned in, and the steel pipe was knocking on Zass's bald head like a wooden fish.

Really hard, he can beat Zase's head into tofu scum with one pipe, but this kind of anti-beating guy is definitely a good experimental material, it's a pity to kill him.

Therefore, Luke's knocks always controlled the strength, just enough to increase the dizziness, but not to damage Zas's brain too much.

The unlucky Zath felt like a water and land dojo opened in his mind, and then his consciousness became more and more blurred, and finally the world was quiet. After being knocked more than ten times in a row, he finally passed out happily.

At this moment, more than twenty red dots have appeared on his head, and a small part has begun to bulge slowly.

By this time tomorrow, Zas might be able to pretend to be Sakyamuni.

Luke grabbed Zas and looked around at the crowd that had turned from quiet to whispering - some people here originally ran from the Riddler, but now they have "entered the palace for the second time", and their luck is indeed unusual.

Seeing him, all kinds of voices quickly dropped again.