Chapter 654 - Same Goods, Sold Three Times
Chapter 654 Same Goods, Sold Three Times
These eleven locations had more than two hundred criminals in total. Most of them were well-trained, and only a few were there to make up numbers.
Unfortunately, Barkley Williams was the only one with a super ability, and Luke couldn’t use
Fortunately, Luke’s experience and credit revenue wasn’t affected. He earned more than six thousand experience and credit points in one night, which was proof that most of the criminals were evil b*stards who had killed more than once. Luke wasn’t scared of beating up the wrong people.
When he confronted the gangs, the system would verify that the host’s life was in danger as long as anyone planned to attack Luke. It would then consider the entire gang as enemies, and immediately cancel whatever protection they had in the system.
It could be said that Luke was the system’s son.
The system’s rules only prevented him from turning into a bad guy, but wouldn’t tie him down in a crisis. But Luke hadn’t gathered any information on these criminals this time.
Therefore, he didn’t kill any of them, and just maimed them to different degrees based on how brutal they were.
Some of them had more fragile bones; a person wielding a pistol might have five broken bones while his partner who had an AK only had four. These were inevitable errors as Luke passed through.
If there was a cop deep undercover among the criminals, they could only complain about their bad luck.
After busying himself for more than an hour and throwing out almost a dozen bat darts, Luke was finally done.
The two FBI agents in the car were already resigned to their fate. They simply put an empty box on the engine hood.
Luke took the hint and threw the bat darts into the box instead of the car.
He had approached these two FBI agents simply because he had met them before.
Almost a year earlier, during the Carlos family’s assault on Shackelford, the two agents had come with the FBI captain Chris Jones to back up the town’s police department.
The driver in the car was Mario Santos, who had shown up the earliest with Chris Jones.
Since it was the same no matter who he gave the credit to, Luke naturally chose to let Chris Jones have it, since they were on friendlier terms.
There were in fact some CIA and DEA agents lurking around as well, but Luke didn’t know any of them.
Those that he did know all belonged to Wales’s or Flegg’s crew.
Luke didn’t want Batman to behave as if he knew either of them, so he deliberately kept away from them.
After all the criminals were handed over to the FBI, more than ten black SUVs and patrol cars arrived in the district and got the situation under control.
Standing on the rooftop, Luke smiled and leaped forward, gliding away into the night sky with his stiff cape.
In the morning, Selina got up and found Luke whistling as he cooked in the kitchen. She asked, “Good mood today?”
Luke shrugged. “Not bad.”
Selina scuttled over, opened a steamer, and quickly took out a roast pork bun. “Ah, roast pork is the best.”
Luke didn’t stop her. “Take the steamers out, or Gold Nugget will come charging in here.”
Selina said disdainfully, “It dares? It needs my approval first.” Saying that, she threw a roast pork bun toward the door. “Come here and help me carry out the steamers.”
Gold Nugget ran in happily and swallowed the bun in two bites. It then let Selina put a big plate of the steamers on its head.
She and the dog took the steamers to the dining table while Luke put prawn dumplings into another steamer, washed his hands, and went to the dining table as well.
Old news on Batman was still playing on the tablet next to them. What Luke did last night hadn’t been reported yet.
But while he could leisurely eat and make breakfast at home, many departments in Los Angeles were being run ragged.
The busiest of all was Chris Jones’s FBI squad.
Chris Jones had been up all night and was exhausted, but had to face an even bigger headache.
When Batman delivered the first address the previous night, he hadn’t thought much of it.
After the eleven criminal nests were all destroyed, Captain Jones knew that he had a huge headache ahead of him.
Of course, it was just an inconvenience, and he actually reveled in it.
His squad inevitably got requests from various parties to take part in joint investigations, some of which were related to the two hundred criminals that had been arrested last night.
But more of them were requesting that he work with them to investigate a certain someone.
Of course, that certain someone was none other than Batman.
This new superhero had already caught enough attention during the disaster relief earlier. Captain Jones had nothing to do with that.
But it was Batman who had notified Captain Jones’s squad of the criminals’ locations last night, and Captain Jones had no choice but to deal with the questions.
He was just an FBI squad captain, not the director. He couldn’t handle the pressure from the various parties at all.
But while he couldn’t handle the pressure, he knew someone who could.
Captain Jones simply called a meeting of all the department representatives who were requesting joint investigations and showed them the eleven bat darts as well as the notes that came with them.
“One of our surveillance teams received these eleven bat darts yesterday while monitoring the end of a street, and eleven notes were attached to them, which gave us the criminals’ locations.” Captain Jones picked up an evidence bag and held it out for everyone to see. “Thus, we didn’t see Batman; all we did was catch those criminals based on the addresses in these notes.”
Seeing that some people were about to speak, Captain Jones raised his hand. “Direct your efforts to the right place. The two hundred criminals we caught last night were the ones who really saw him. If you need any help, you can talk to my boss Deputy Director Breesen, or have Director Solsko give the order. I’m afraid there isn’t much else I can do.”
With that, Captain Jones left.
His implication was clear: Want a piece of the FBI’s pie? Then negotiate interests with Deputy Director Breesen.
Jones was just the warden; he would hand the prisoners over to whomever his boss told him to.
Of course, before that happened, the FBI would squeeze them dry first.
That was also why Captain Jones didn’t hate Batman at all for the trouble on his plate.
Batman had actively delivered a bunch of criminals to Jones, who could sell them three times over. It was really generous of him.
The first instance had to do with money. Seventeen wanted criminals had been identified among the two hundred men detained. The bounties on them amounted to over two million.
This two million would be a legitimate gain for Jones’s squad.
By using the darts to give Jones the information, Batman clearly had no interest in the reward, so Jones’s squad could rightfully claim it for themselves.
Secondly, the criminals would be implicated in a lot more cases, and would give them more intelligence.
Lastly, they were also the first batch of criminals to have personally witnessed Batman’s capabilities.
