2225 Side Story: Fantasy Journey 66

In the eyes of the crowd, something fantastic happened once more.

The laborer brandished this 'common weapon of the masses' and charged valiantly at the group of masked men with guns.

Bang! Bang!

The onlookers, who were holding their breaths, clearly heard two crisp sounds.

Two criminals on the right had barely raised their guns, when they were hit in the forehead by the half-meter-long metal pipe. They collapsed without a sound.

The other criminals couldn't help but move their guns to the right and start shooting.

The bullets fired missed Luke.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

At that moment, this soldier of the people who was holding a metal pipe was like the protagonist in a Hong Kong martial arts movie who charged into a group of enemies. He swung left and right, and four more criminals were knocked out.

The criminals on the right had no choice but to swing the guns round from the front to the back.

Luke's fighting style, however, suddenly changed. He punched and kicked four people nearby, causing them to stagger back into the midst of their comrades.

Their movements blocked their comrades' line of fire. Luke's quick brain ensured that no gun could be aimed at him.

At that moment, the semi-circle of criminals unknowingly shrunk to an irregular oval, and Luke was cutting into the center of the oval.

Then, this 1v9 battle circle was filled with screams right away.

The fierce swings of Luke's metal pipe turned into quick jabs, flicks and lifts. At the same time, he always made sure to keep moving four 'shields' around him to block his body.

To the remaining five criminals, it felt like there was always a comrade on the other end of their guns.

Whether it was because they were worried about injuring their comrade or they had yet to lock onto their target, there was hesitation in their movements.

Two of them overreacted and pulled the triggers, successfully opening a few holes in two 'shields,' but the other three didn't have time to follow suit.

The unremarkable-looking gray metal pipe 'shot' out from behind the four shields like a viper and hit the hands that were holding the trigger.

There were cracks, and the criminals' palms were bent out of shape.

That was nothing – the fingers of the two men who had pulled the triggers were also broken, and they were sent flying several meters.

But before they could even scream, the gray metal pipe fell on them again — this time, it was on their heads.

As they fell, Luke stopped controlling the four shields, and let them fall limply.

While the metal pipe was taking care of the five armed criminals, Luke punched the heads of the four shields and knocked them out.

It took less than ten seconds for 15 armed criminals to fall.

Zsasz finally felt less dizzy from being hit in the head, but it started to hurt.

The feeling of something twitching in his head and wanting to come out was extremely uncomfortable.

Even if the criminals who had helped him were all wiped out in front of him; he had to calm down, or he wouldn't be any slower than the criminals to fall.

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

Luke glanced at Zsasz. "About what?" As he spoke, he stabbed down with the metal pipe and destroyed the firearms on the ground.

Zas asked, "Who are you?"

Luke said, "Me? I'm just an ordinary laborer."

"…Then I can hire you for 100,000 dollars to work for me tonight. How does that sound?"

Luke threw a broken rifle at Zsasz's face. "This gun alone can be sold for more than 300,000 bucks on Gotham's black market."

Zas raised his hand to block the gun. "500,000."

After destroying the guns, Luke sneered. "I'm a laborer. I hate it when people throw money at me!"

Saying that, he raised the metal pipe at Zsasz again.

Still, Zsasz didn't give up. He shouted, "I know where the Joker's giant bomb is. That's one ton of TNT. A lot of people will die."

In fact, as a capable underling of the Penguin, he knew that the Joker had at least dozens of tons of explosives; losing one ton was nothing.

He was just trying to distract this person, whom he suspected was a superhero. This sort of person worried about civilian lives the most.

The gray metal pipe, however, didn't stop, and Zsasz's blades suddenly sped up, as if he hadn't been injured at all.

He was far stronger than an ordinary person. Although Luke's metal pipe was heavy, it hadn't dealt a serious injury.

Zsasz had only been buying time for his dizziness to fade so that he could counterattack.

After all, Luke's combat movements were as smooth as flowing water. Even Zsasz himself didn't dare say that he was stronger.

However, Zsasz felt that he could rely on his physique to catch the other party off guard. A knife could deal a heavier injury than a metal pipe.

So, he aimed one knife at the metal pipe and the other at Luke's chest.

As long as he hit his target, Zsasz would take advantage of the opportunity to cut open his stomach.

Unfortunately, dreams were always beautiful!

In reality, Luke's metal pipe suddenly withdrew a little to avoid Zsasz's daggers. Then, it turned from a swing to a stab to his forehead.

Zsasz's vision turned dark, and the familiar dizziness returned.

Vaguely, he heard Luke sneer. "Idiot, my pipe is longer."

In fact, it wasn't just his weapon that was 10 cm longer; so were his arms.

From an onlooker's point of view, they could see that the metal pipe was already pressed to Zsasz's head, but the daggers were still 20 cm away from Luke.

After this successful attack, the metal pipe swung again and hit Zsasz in the head a second time.

Bang!

The crisp sound of metal rang out, and Luke looked at Zsasz in surprise. "Huh, your head… is a little hard."

Duang, duang, duang, duang!

Luke leaned in and hit Zsasz's bald head with the steel pipe.

If he really used his strength, he could smash Zaz's head open with the pipe, but this guy was definitely a good test subject. It would be a shame to kill him.

Thus, Luke controlled his strength so that the hits made Zsasz dizzy but didn't damage his brain.

The unlucky Zsasz felt as if a bell was ringing in his head, and his consciousness grew more and more hazy. Finally, the world turned peaceful — after being hit a dozen times, he passed out at last

At that moment, more than 20 red spots had appeared on his head, and some of them were already starting to bulge.

Luke grabbed Zsasz and looked around at the people who had started to whisper to each other. Some of them had just escaped the Riddler – it was really too bad for them to run into yet another situation.

Seeing Luke look at them, they instantly shut up.