Chapter 732 You Are Guilty!

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Mobile phone synchronous reading

On the other side, Luke rode the small pedal to Karen's house and chatted with her. ┏Ⅹ④③⑨⑨┛

When Los Angeles entered the night, it became more chaotic, and with all kinds of pedestrians running around on the street, Luke could only control the speed of the car to 20 to 30 kilometers per hour.

This is an old Vespa model that he took pains to repair, and it would be distressing to scratch off the patent leather.

The small pedal churned around the streets for half an hour, and managed to deliver Karen to the door.

Seeing Luke smiling and waving his hand, and about to leave, Karen couldn't help but invite, "Come in and sit down..."

Having said that, she stuck for a moment, hesitated for a moment, and said, "You are a little tired when you send me back."

Luke smiled: "It's okay, I'm physically strong."

Karen:  …

He waved his hand and said goodbye to Karen. He rode on the small pedal and scurried, and muttered in his heart: It's almost ten o'clock at night, and they ran to your house to rest. What would your parents think?

He understood what Karen meant, but he really didn't have time to provoke an eldest lady, especially a eldest lady who was looking for thrills.

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

Riding on the small pedal, he avoided the area with more surveillance, deliberately chose to pass through the lack of surveillance, and beat up several groups of gangsters who wanted to rob him.

Those punks won't recognize the small pedal, let alone know it's valuable.

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

He found a safe house arranged in advance, he entered it, changed into the Batman armor, and sighed: "You are really about to retire."

Compared with the fast equipment function of the new white wolf armor, the Batman armor has to be fully manually worn, which is seriously outdated.

However, Batman's character is strong and it is a very useful target. Luke has to use it to continue his activities a few times to ensure that he can make the best use of it.

Jumping down from the top of the apartment building, his figure shuttles through the dark alleys and buildings.

A group of thugs are pushing a woman with a child into a dark corner,

The woman shouted in panic, but there were only gangsters laughing proudly around: "You call, no one will come if you scream."

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

The woman holding the child widened her eyes and looked at the black giant behind the gangsters, her lips trembling, so excited that she couldn't make a sound.

The gangsters were so annoyed they turned around abruptly, wanting to see who dared to slap them in the face.

At the point of entry, a black giant stood a few meters behind them, slowly raised his finger to point at them: "You, guilty!"

"Bat, Batman~" a little bastard shouted, trembling all over.

The next moment, the black giant rushed into their midst, the dull sound of flesh colliding with the sound of shattering bones rang out, and the little gangsters all broke their hands and screamed.

Luke didn't show any pity for them, picked out the gunmen, and cut off the thumbs and forefingers of their hands one by one.

It wouldn't prevent them from escaping in an earthquake, but without those two fingers, it would be difficult to do anything with their hands -- like shooting a gun.

The black giant's dark red eyes looked at the woman standing blankly: "Ma'am, you'd better go home quickly."

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

After trotting a few steps, Luke slid out, took the women and children to the street, put them down, and left.

The woman was stunned for a moment, then murmured, "Thank you, thank you!"

"Mom, Uncle Batman told us to hurry home, there are a lot of bad people out there," the little boy in her arms reminded.

The woman came back to her senses, hugged her son and ran away.

The experience of being surrounded by gangsters just now really terrified her.

...

A group of thugs are happily carrying things from some small supermarket.

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

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

Helpless, he could only hide in the corner of the counter silently, and let the gangsters pry open the cash register and start carrying the goods of the small supermarket.

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

A group of gangsters who were as happy as a festival turned their heads to look.

"You guys are guilty!" Another cold and deep mechanical voice sounded.

The black giant hooked the beer crate on the side, blocked the automatic door, and rushed into the supermarket.

The Chinese-American boss huddled in the counter only heard a bang, bang, ah, and then four or five thugs flew through the air in front of the counter and were thrown directly outside the door.

He was trembling all over, not daring to take his head.

In less than thirty seconds, everything was quiet.

A footstep came to the front of the counter, the boss felt a shadow shrouded, raised his head unconsciously, and was stunned when he saw the person coming.

The loose banknotes just found on the gangster fell from the huge palm and landed on the counter: "Take your money."

The boss was stunned for a moment, then nodded sharply: "Thank you, thank you!"

"Close the door, call the police and arrest people, now is not the time to do business." The black giant said something and walked out.

The Chinese-American boss stood up, only to see that there was a rope dart in the other hand of the black giant, which tied five gangsters and dragged them out from the floor.

The punks were all quiet, they all got a slight concussion, plus the usual practice—everyone with a gun had their hands cut off.

Outside the supermarket, he shook his hand, the rope dart retracted into his hand like a living thing, and the black figure trotted a few steps and flew away.

The Chinese-American boss gritted his teeth and dragged his aching body to the door, looking at the group of comatose gangsters, his eyes flashed with relief: "You guys have today too! I usually charge protection fees, but now I have to come to grab it. My supermarket!"

The more he talked, he grabbed a mop near the door and beat a bunch of gangsters violently.

Luke turned his head and glanced in the air, then sped away.

These little gangsters have guns on their bodies, and the Chinese boss is often blackmailed by them.

The boss should beat them, they should be beaten to death!

He won't despise the boss for beating up the underdog, and he won't think that the boss is a fake tiger.

This kind of ordinary people who run small shops and do small businesses will suffer silently most of the time, and 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."

More than ten minutes later, Luke dropped the two dealers 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: "Helicopter is coming, and many special vehicles are 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 are approaching fast or slowly.