Super Detective in the Fictional World

Scott exhaled as soon as he received the amnesty, "That's good. Brother, I thought you were what you did to me, hehe."

Luke smiled at his cute smile, not angry.

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

Coming out publicly, there are more things like supporting equal rights, and many people are more courageous to express their true orientation.

Regardless of Luke and Selena, they have met many times in the same sex when they went out.

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

So Scott's misunderstanding is not surprising.

This is the same as when strangers were too enthusiastic to be suspected of being a liar after 2000 in the last life of China, because such things are indeed common.

"Don't worry." Luke raised his hand and drew a circle on his forehead: "I just have an intuition that you have a superhero temperament. Otherwise, most people will think that you are wearing it like this and you are in cosplay."

Scott thought about it, his face was stunned: "No wonder the few people in that alley look at me like that."

Luke feels helpless: I will wash the floor for you, otherwise you will not shrink the road immediately, and guarantee that a large number of reporters will come to watch you within half an hour.

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

What if it is a super villain?Sorry, the Bat Squad will teach all the super villains who make trouble here to be human.

In New York, there is a network big V to update the Bat squad record simultaneously, and record all the deaths and injuries.

Of course, the numbers are definitely not accurate, and many bad guys have never had a chance to show their faces before they get black hands.

But those records are really verified real cases, and the error rate is extremely low.

Even if it misses a lot, the number of bad luck criminals in New York in 2011 is as high as more than 3,000 in this record.

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

If it is evenly distributed among the dozen or so members of the Bat team and Ursa Minor, each person is less than one per day.

The "criminal resources" of New York City are increasingly depleted, and everyone can only "incidentally" protect the neighboring City of New Jersey.

Some areas of New Jersey, New York, and Rhode Island near New York are also treated equally.

As the saying goes, people die for money.

The prices of illegal drugs and businesses have doubled in New York by N times, and even if they only make one-tenth the amount they used to make, there will be no less money.

The gangs who were reluctant to abandon the super huge market in New York simply broke into pieces and hid in these surrounding areas to fight guerrillas with the Bat Squad.

Luke knows that criminals are incessant, so after controlling the amount, the daily cleaning tasks are basically handed over to Minty's Ursa Minor.

At this moment, the sound of knocking sounded not far from the sides of the two of them.

The two turned their heads to look around at the same time, and saw a figure exiting from a transparent state, and the black-gray armor was revealed.

Luke didn't say a word, and Scott leaned in fright on the side, pressing his chest with one hand in a posture of "thrilling labor and management."

It's no wonder that he reacted so strongly, it is true that Luke just mentioned a lot of the dark knight "inherited" from Batman's style of doing things, such as-not paralyzed.

Scott is such a good old man, he feels uncomfortable when he hears this technique.

Suddenly, he found the Dark Knight standing next to him. He didn't get sick and lost his heart health.

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

Scott got up immediately: "Okay, I'll go right away." As he stepped sideways, he wanted to squeeze out from the knight.

As a result, his shoulders sank. He tilted his head and lowered his eyes. A black slap was pressed there, and the knight's low voice was in his ear: "We haven't talked about it yet."

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

He felt that he still shouldn't have too much contact with the knight, this one looked very gloomy.

Hemp egg!Will it be a normal person who inherits Batman's legacy?That must be a mental illness.

Then Scott felt that his hands could no longer move.

The black hand pressing on his shoulder lifted up, and easily pinched his hand to press the close button.

Scott immediately used his other hand to press with the backhand, which he had practiced.

As a result... His two hands were pinched together, like a gesture of putting his hands together and begging for mercy.

Luke smiled and stood up: "Knight, Scott is very nice, you still don't tease him."

Scott was taken aback, and suddenly thought of something, his eyes went back and forth between the two of them: "You...are from the same group?"

Luke smiled and shook his head, walked out and patted him on the shoulder: "I just happened to fight the same criminal with Batman once."

Scott had a "fuck" expression on his face, and still felt that he had been pitted.

But he didn't give up: "Wait, what if he is a bad guy? He wears a mask."

Luke couldn't laugh or cry, and patted this life treasure's shoulder vigorously again: "Trust me. Who dares to pretend to be the Dark Knight in New York to lie, he will definitely become a disabled person and be admitted to the ICU tomorrow."

After a pause, he continued: "Don't worry, the Cavaliers never do anything to good people."

After speaking, he nodded to the knight dressed as the second-level clone, turned and left.

Scott watched him leave in a daze, only to feel that the cafe was quiet, with no guests talking and no waiters walking around, just like the scene of a horror movie.

When I recalled it again, it seemed that he hadn't heard any sound in the shop a moment ago.

His face turned pale: "You, didn't you kill everyone here, right?"

The knight chuckled, stretched out his hand to tap on his waist, and opened the storage slot.

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

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

The knight sat down and rolled the small tube with red Pim particles back and forth on his fingertips. "Oh, isn't it? This is more like Dr. Pim's product."

As he turned his hand, another small tube containing red Pim particles appeared in his hand.

The two Pim particles leaped at his fingertips like a kid chasing for fun.

The difference is that the one that Scott took out from his waist was only half-pipe, while the one that the knight took out was full.

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

The Cavaliers didn't care: "Of course the product is for sale, do you want it either?"

Scott nodded subconsciously.

The knight took a pause and put the two tubes of Pim particles on the opposite table: "Then talk about them. After talking about them, they are yours."

Scott suddenly jumped in his heart: Wait, he didn't dare to go straight back because there were no Pim particles.

If you can contact Dr. Pim here through the Dark Knight, it is possible to get enough Pim particles.

At that time, no matter whether his transmission error has affected the plan, everyone can still shuttle through the quantum realm again, or even many times, to complete the task of collecting six gems.