Chapter 646 - Outdated Battle Suit and the Tycoon's Contempt
Claire returned to her room and got some rest as well. She barely slept the previous night because she was too worried about Luke.
The living room was peaceful once more. Nothing but soft sounds from Luke’s tablet could be heard. Suddenly, he raised his head and smiled in the direction of the hallway. “Don’t want to sleep?” Blake walked over and felt less anxious when she looked at his smiling face. “My heart is a mess. I can’t fall asleep.” Luke pointed at the couch. “Sit down and let’s talk.”
Blake was still wearing the big T-shirt and shorts. She looked a lot brighter after she cleaned up.
The rise of her T-shirt and her fair and beautiful legs were very attractive too.
After a quick glance, Luke asked, “Where’s your family?” Blake smiled bitterly. “My dad’s working. My mother went to San Francisco the day before yesterday and won’t be here until noon.”
Luke hummed a response. “If it’s possible, it’s best if you don’t go to San Francisco. Claire told you, right?” Blake nodded. “Yes. That’s why I put it off yesterday, but in the end… Forget it, let’s not talk about that. I just wanted to say thank you.”
Luke raised his eyebrows and smiled. “Didn’t you already thank me last night?”
Looking at his smile, Blake finally smiled too. “I wanted to say it again in case you forgot.” Luke shrugged. “Then I’ll make sure to remember it now.”
They talked in low voices for a while. Lying down on the couch, Blake fell asleep before she knew it. Luke shook his head lightly. While Blake had talked and laughed, there had been a lingering gloom in her eyes. She wasn’t as cheerful as she seemed.
Covering her with a blanket, Luke gestured to Gold Nugget to play on its own and not make any noise.
He then got up and went to his workshop. Depressed, the dog raised its head and mumbled to itself, Doesn’t this fiend like pretty girls the most? Why is he letting this one go? Is it because her breasts are too big? The dog thought that this was a problem worth studying.
After entering the workshop, Luke contacted Robert and Catherine first and told them that his villa was still safe and they could continue with their trip.
Hanging up, he got to work.
The fake Batman suit which he had used last night was a test product which he had made earlier on.
It was bulletproof and could glide and change directions rapidly in the complicated city terrain.
Secondly, it had a completely enclosed helmet and an independent filter and oxygen supply system that could defend against poisonous gas.
Whatever he said was also converted into a mechanical voice. He finally didn’t have to type on his phone anymore.
The suit was also a lot bigger than Luke himself, at more than 2.1 meters tall.
It was also the reason why people unconsciously mistook him for a supervillain when they first saw him.
In the Batman suit, his towering shadow put immense pressure on regular people.
His physique was completely covered up in the suit as well; it was impossible to discern what he really looked like from recorded footage. During last night’s operation, he hadn’t used any guns or heavily wounded any criminals; at most, he just broke a limb here and there.
That was deliberate.
Thinking about it, Batman showing up in this Marvel clone world to still uphold the principle of no killing and guns, and just saving people, was a little exciting! Thanks to the progress he made with his skills, his research on the Predators’ equipment, and his funds that were starting to grow, his experimental Batman suit had already become outdated before it saw any official use. Luke was already working on a new suit in a vastly different style.
If he didn’t take out the Batman suit, he
would never have a chance to use it.
With the grand use of this outdated suit last night, he earned more than three thousand experience and credit points in the first hour.
The Batman suit finally didn’t go to waste. Its debut before it was retired had been a splendid show before the world.
But Luke had to work overtime on the new suit. It was also doomed to become outdated very quickly, but it was the nature of human technology to progress and become obsolete as it was used again and again!
In any case, he could now afford this much.
As he worked, he glanced at the L.A. news on the tablet next to him every now and then.
All the news was on Batman. Even news on the earthquake only ranked second.
Although it was a magnitude 7.1 earthquake, there hadn’t been any really major catastrophes. Very few buildings had collapsed directly, and there basically hadn’t been anybody in them.
Hence, a mysterious hero who suddenly appeared before the world grabbed the headlines.
At that moment, in a luxurious villa in Malibu, Los Angeles, Tony Stark was watching the news with a woman on the couch.
Looking at the TV, Tony said, “This man in black doesn’t even dare show his face. What kind of superhero is that? Hmph. If I were him…”
That being said, intrigued flashed in his eyes. Who was he? He was Tony Stark, a one-of-a-kind genius and the smartest scientist mankind had ever seen.
He didn’t even need to look carefully at the lousy black suit to have a rough idea of how it worked.
With his current skills, he could create something that was a hundred times better-looking and more practical. The woman next to him turned her head expressionlessly. “Mr. Stark, the coward you just described saved me last night when you were having fun with the May cover girl for Moon Illustrated.”
Tony Stark’s expression immediately collapsed.
That was what upset him the most.
He had the skills and the abilities… but had never thought to make that kind of suit, much less use it to save people.
Rather than go out to save them, he made donations in the aftermath which could help more people as well as reap more benefits for his company.
Personally going out to save people was too brainless a thing for him to do!
Which now led to this awkward situation: Even if Stark Industries donated huge sums of money, the entire world would ignore it in the next few days, and the people of Los Angeles wouldn’t have admiration or respect to spare Stark Industries.
Since the very beginning, most people only admired and respected… Stark’s money!
All their reactions were over his money and not Tony Stark himself.
The man on TV who didn’t spend a single dime, however, had gained worldwide attention and countless loyal supporters.
Even more depressingly, Miss Pepper Potts, his indispensable PA, seemed to have become a hardcore fan of Batman.
That… really sucked!
He could only continue to act tough. “I’m just feeling sorry for his technological expertise. Look, he’s still using metal links in his alloy rope. I don’t see any sort of auxiliary power system on his equipment either. Also, he’s actually just punching these hoodlums? This is just old-fashioned armor made with modern materials.”
