Scott exhaled as if he had an amnesty, "That's good. Brother, I thought you were so damn good to me, hehe."

Looking at the cute smile of actions, Luke smiled in his heart and was not angry.

In recent years, online information has been developed, and various niche news has gradually become known.

There are many things like coming out publicly and supporting equal rights, and many people are more brave enough to express their true orientation.

Whether Luke or Selena, I have met many times when I go out to chat with the same sex.

The beginning of this situation is indeed very similar to what he did today, and his attitude is a bit too enthusiastic.

So it's not surprising that Scott misunderstood.

This is just like when strangers are too enthusiastic in China in 2000 years, because this kind of thing is indeed common.

"Don't worry." Luke raised his hand and circled his forehead: "I just have a sense of intuition that you have the temperament of a superhero. Otherwise, most people would think that you are just cospying when wearing this."

Scott thought about it, and his face suddenly became clear: "No wonder the few people in the alley looked at me with that expression."

Luke felt helpless: I will wash the floor for you, otherwise you won’t jog immediately, and there will be a lot of reporters coming to watch you within half an hour.

This is New York, the most fanatical and friendly city in the world for superheroes.

What if it's a super bad guy? Sorry, the Bat Squad will teach all the super bad guys who make trouble here to be a human being.

There are large online vs in New York that simultaneously update the Bat Squad's record, and record all the results of the deaths and what they have become.

Of course, the numbers are definitely not accurate. Many bad guys are beaten up without a chance to show their faces.

But those records are real cases that have been verified, with extremely low error rates.

Even though there are many missed, the number of vicious criminals who were unlucky in New York in 2011 was as high as more than 3,000.

It sounds like a lot, but in fact, there are less than ten people a day on average.

Then it was evenly distributed to the Bat Team and the dozen Ursa team members, and each person was less than one person every day.

New York City's "criminal resources" are becoming increasingly exhausted, and everyone can only "accompanied" the neighboring city of New Jersey.

Some New Jersey, New York, and Rhode Island are also part of New York.

As the saying goes, people die for money.

The prices of banned drugs and businesses have increased n times in New York. Even if they only make one-tenth of the previous volume, they will not make less money.

The gangs who were reluctant to give up New York's super huge market simply broke the whole thing and hid in these surrounding areas to fight guerrillas with the Bat Squad.

Luke knew very well that criminals were constantly rushing, so after controlling the amount, the daily cleaning tasks were basically handed over to Mindy's Ursa.

At this moment, the sound of knocking and knocking sounded not far from the side of the two.

The two of them turned to look at each other and saw a figure exiting from the transparent state, with black and gray armor revealed.

Luke didn't say anything. Scott, who was standing beside him, leaned his body in fear, pressed his chest with one hand, and looked like he was "fearing that his capital was so scared that he was thumping".

It’s not his strong reaction. Luke just mentioned that many Dark Knights “inherited” from Batman’s work style, such as either paralyzed or broken.

Scott is such a good-looking man, and he feels uncomfortable when he hears this technique.

At this moment, he suddenly found the Dark Knight standing next to him. He was not scared of illness and his heart was healthy.

The Knight's blue and white eyes looked at Luke: "Sorry, I have something to talk to him."

Scott immediately stood up and said, "Okay, I'll go right away." As he said that, he walked sideways and wanted to squeeze out from the Knight.

As a result, he felt his shoulders sink, he lowered his eyes, and a black slap pressed down there, with the low voice of the knight in his ear: "We haven't talked yet."

Scott was about to cry, and raised his hand and pressed the closing button on the side of the helmet.

He felt that he should not have too much contact with the Knight, and this person looked very gloomy.

Mad! Will the one who inherits Batman's will be a normal person? That must be a mental illness.

Then, Scott felt that his hands could not move.

The black hand that pressed on his shoulder raised and easily pinched his hand to press the closing button.

Scott immediately pressed the other hand with his backhand, and he had practiced this trick.

As a result... his hands were pinched together, very much like his hands clasped together and begging for mercy.

Luke stood up with a smile: "Knight, Scott is very good, you should not tease him."

Scott was stunned, suddenly thought of something, his eyes fro between the two: "You... are from the same group?"

Luke smiled and shook his head, walked out and patted his shoulder: "I just happened to hit the same group of criminals with Batman."

Scott's face was full of "dummy" expressions, but he still felt that he had been cheated.

But he didn't give up: "Wait, what if he was pretending to be a bad guy? He was wearing a mask."

Luke was so amused that he patted the baby's shoulder again: "Believe me. Whoever dares to pretend to be the Dark Knight in New York will definitely become a disabled person and move into the iCu tomorrow."

After a pause, he continued: "Don't worry, the Knight never attacked good people."

After saying that, he nodded to the knight dressed in the second-level clone and turned around and left.

Scott watched him leave blankly, and suddenly felt the cafe was quiet, with no guests talking or waiters walking around, like a horror scene.

After recalling it, it seemed that he hadn't heard any sound in the store for a moment.

His face turned a little white: "You, you shouldn't have silenced everyone here?"

The knight laughed softly, reached out and tapped his hand around his waist, and opened the storage slot.

The Pim particles in it were taken out, and he then let go of Scott's hands: "Don't worry, it's just a little anesthetic. After we talk, they can wake up."

Scott cried and said, "Well, can you return it to me first? This is a souvenir from my girlfriend."

The Knight sat down and rolled the small tube containing the red Pim particles back and forth at the tip of his fingers: "Oh, is it? This is more similar to Dr. Pim's product."

As he said that, he flipped his hand and another small tube containing red Pim particles appeared in his hand.

The two Pim particles were like children chasing and playing, jumping and rushing at his fingertips.

The difference is that the one that Scott took out had only half a tube, while the one that the Knight had just taken out was full.

Scott's eyes were straight: "This, this, this is impossible, how could Dr. Pim hand over the Pim particles?"

The Knight didn't care: "Of course the product is to be sold, do you want it?"

Scott nodded subconsciously.

The Knight paused and placed two tubes of Pim particles on the table opposite: "Then talk well, after talking about them, it will be yours."

Scott's heart suddenly jumped: Wait, I didn't dare to go back directly because there were no Pim particles.

If you can contact Dr. Pim here through the Dark Knight, you may get enough Pim particles.
Chapter completed!