Extra: Fantasy Journey Sixty-Seven

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

Luke tapped the steel pipe on the ground twice, and made a crisp clanging sound: "Everyone, go home early today. Didn't you hear this guy just said that they put a one-ton X-bomb in the mall? If you run further, you will die."

A bunch of people looked at each other.

A few seconds later, a middle-aged man dressed like Luke strode out and bowed deeply: "Thank you, Your Excellency. You were also at the Riddler just now. You saved me twice. May I ask what should I do? how should I address you?"

Luke waved the steel pipe: "I'm just an ordinary migrant worker."

The middle-aged man was stunned and bowed again: "Sorry, you really need to protect your identity. Thank you again, Your Excellency."

After he finished speaking, he stepped forward and ran out.

I can say these words entirely because Luke's dress is like the co-workers around him, and he is very friendly.

If it was replaced by Batman, middle-aged people would be afraid of dirtying the old man's armor.

But being in danger of death twice in a row made him no longer want to take risks, and Luke's words named even greater dangers.

He doesn't know what TXT is. He doesn't know how powerful a ton is, but he doesn't just blow up a building.

Compared to this crowded business district, the apartment building where most of the residents go out is undoubtedly much safer.

There are not many people in Gotham City who are purely mentally handicapped. Even the bottom layer has the survival wisdom that has been cultivated since childhood.

It is one thing not to blame the public, but many people are easily targeted by super villains, and it is a common plot in various legends, but most people have not experienced it in person.

Now... of course I have experienced it here, and there are not many middle-aged people who "enter the palace for the second time".

Someone took the lead, and found that Luke was very talkative, so more people began to leave the building.

Most people still avoided Luke, after all, he turned over a dozen gunmen just by using the pipe.

But some kind of sensual or neurotic guy came up and said thank you - like someone from the dead house group.

"Hammer God" Vicker's face was full of excitement: "Thank you for saving us, and you also saved us twice, this is really lucky..."

Luke glanced at the guy and said nothing.

Several of his companions were not so bold and were walking out, only to stop and wait for him when they saw this.

There was a guy in a fish scale outfit holding a 40 cm luxurious half fruit figure in tears and muttering: "Wife, you don't want to die."

With Luke's eyesight, at a glance, he saw that the figure was shot with a large hole by a bullet - the kind that started from the legs and poured straight into the Tianling Gai.

Well, your wife died so tragically! He couldn't help but complain in his heart.

Another "Black Widow" who was robbed of a backpack by his wife had long hidden the only pillow behind her, for fear of losing this last consolation.

Victor here has an excited face: "But I think you must have a title so that you can deter the enemy and promote yourself..."

Luke glanced at the steel pipe in his right hand, considering whether to use it to shut up the chatter.

Anyway, these guys are strictly thieves, they are all light red, and they will not deduct points if they hit them.

To fight thieves, he did a lot in the initial stage of accumulation.

Victor suddenly felt a little crisis, and although he didn't know why, he still said that he found inspiration from the hammer god: "So, how about a crowbar-man?"

Luke slowly raised the steel pipe: "Is this a crowbar?"

Victor felt a stronger crisis and swallowed: "Sorry, it doesn't seem to be, goodbye." Then he ran away.

But when he ran to the gate, he thought of a new title: "I thought of it, it's called - stick-man!"

Not only that, several dead housemates were also encouraged by him to call together: "Thank you, stick man."

Luke, who had walked into the dark part of the building, paused and endured,

Finally, I didn't throw out the "stick" in my hand to beat people: No matter what, it sounds better than the crowbar man!

...

When Zas became the head of Sakyamuni, he didn't know that Luke had been monitoring them from the beginning.

The whole process of those explosives being in the hands of the Penguin, then transferred to the joker, and then placed in various places in the city, are all under the camera of the drone.

After the joker, who was in charge of the overall situation, was stunned by Mr. Wei, no one could doubt that these explosives could not detonate, because no one knew how many explosives there were and when they detonated.

The real danger is nothing but the ones carried and used by the gangsters.

But when Luke was just able to clean up them, he recovered them all.

Some innocent people may be implicated in this process, but definitely not too much.

Cleaning up these supervillains all at once in exchange for a future bright Gotham is a better option.

Luke is not the Virgin, it is impossible to eradicate sin without sacrifice.

He will not ask someone to make sacrifices, but those affected during the period can only be sorry.

If the world wants to make no mistakes, the best way is to not do it.

If you don't do things, the mistakes are someone else's.

Of course, Luke can't live such a life of salted fish. Minimizing the damage to innocent people is the greatest goodwill.

He looked at the time, it was only about an hour before his fighter plane arrived, and he had to speed up.

Throwing Zas into the second space, Luke disappeared into the darkness.

...

On the ground floor of a building, the scarecrow was leaning against a pillar and urged impatiently: "Idiots, hurry up and move all the jars in for me. Later, we won't have anything to do tonight. "

A group of bandits wearing pig-mouth masks just made eye contact with each other and didn't say a word, but their movements did speed up a bit.

Before their mission tonight, they knew that they were just fighting a bunch of lunatics.

As long as it doesn't threaten their lives, lunatics can do whatever they want.

Tomorrow morning, the middlemen who make sure they are not lazy will put the remaining 50% of the payment into the gangsters' secret accounts.

So, for the sake of money, the lunatic should be the uncle if they want, they just need to do things.

Make money, don't be fooled.

The straw was urging in his mouth, but he was not in a hurry.

It's not even an hour before tonight's good show, and those stupid guys only use fists and guns to do things.

In fact, the current chaos involved less than 10% of the people, which is too inefficient.

Only a genius like him would think of using this high-rise building in the city center to launch "dread poisonous gas" on densely populated places all over the city.

At that time, no matter the blue-collar white-collar middle-class at the bottom, they all cheered themselves up! Thinking of this, the scarecrow couldn't help laughing, pulling the weird scarecrow hood, revealing a crooked terrifying smile.

The only trouble with the plan was the fear of gas transportation.

In order to ensure that the joker can get himself out of the ghostly place in Arkham, the scarecrow can't do anything in advance, and even the fear gas is the stock that was hoarded in the secret place in the past.

After the unrest began, it was determined that Superman and Batman had no energy to pay attention to themselves, and the gas canisters were brought in.

All that needs to be done now is to install the poison gas launchers brought by the bandits and detonate them in the air about two or three hundred meters.

At that time, the fear gas will spread and settle in the air to the greatest extent, covering the various residential areas below.