Chapter 738 - Preparing Breaking News
Bruce Banner, whose real name was Robert Bruce Banner, had a PhD in nuclear physics from the California Institute of Technology and was currently working in the field of nuclear physics research at Culver University.
When he saw this, Luke felt that the man had to be that Banner.
After reading up on the man’s research, Luke was even more certain.
Naturally, Dr. Banner wouldn’t disclose the details of his research to the public.
But it could be seen from the name of the research project that it involved gamma rays.
But right, this gentleman was still just Bruce Banner.
That big green monster who beat up anyone it saw probably hadn’t appeared yet.
Luke didn’t dwell on it.
It was hard for a doctorate doctor with outstanding knowledge to give up the research he was good at, and even harder for him to give it up forever.
Luke wasn’t Banner’s father; he couldn’t make so many plans for him.
This was America.
It wasn’t easy for a father to tell his son what to do. Many people left home at the age of eighteen, and there were plenty who didn’t talk to their families anymore after that.
Luke wasn’t a saint.
But in the end, he sighed. If there was a chance, he should warn Bruce Banner to pay attention to his safety during the experiment.
If Banner really survived this, then that was heaven’s will.
The world continued to turn and didn’t stop for anyone.
Besides, with Dr. Banner’s brain, he could still make huge contributions even without turning into a certain green hulk.
After dinner, Luke received a call from Dustin. “Luke, the officers at the hospital and the SWAT team have pulled out. Only four patrol officers are left.”
Luke curled his lip. “They really are in a hurry. Has Elsa made the arrangements?”
Dustin said, “Yes, but we can’t avoid this for much longer. They have too many ears.”
Luke asked, “Nobody from Homeland Security?”
Dustin said, “No. I’ve asked Elsa to keep an eye out for me. The plastic explosives that the criminals were carrying aren’t on the evidence list, and the footage on your police cam has been wiped.”
Luke wasn’t too disappointed. He simply sneered. “They really are everywhere. I’m done with my preparations. Let’s see if those two will read the news online in their spare time.”
Dustin asked, “Are you sure this will work?”
Luke said, “If we can make the evidence we have public, it will 100% work. Unfortunately, it’ll be very hard to release it through the media. If it doesn’t work, I’ll have someone arrange for Jennifer to disappear for a while.”
After a brief silence, Dustin said, “Thank you.”
Luke said, “It’s fine.”
He hung up and chuckled.
Would Batman see it? Of course he would.
Batman would also be the first person to see the news online.
After dinner, Luke and Selina split up.
Before Selina got into her car, Luke reminded her, “Remember to record anything unusual. Don’t show your face. Dustin has made arrangements, there’s no danger.”
Selina got into the car and nodded. “Got it. Also, Gold Nugget is with me.”
Luke shrugged. “Safety first.” He then jogged off.
As Selina drove off, Gold Nugget barked lightly.
She immediately shook her head. “Don’t get in on the action. There’s going to be a lot of noise at the hospital tonight. Didn’t you hear that Luke wants those guys to be on TV? Do you want to be on TV too?”
Gold Nugget immediately lay down and shuddered.
It knew very well how terrible the consequences of being on TV would be, especially for an alien dog head like it.
When night fell, St. Post Hospital was still brightly lit and bustling.
Not many people had died in the earthquake last night, but a lot of people had been injured. Every hospital was now overloaded, and St. Post was no exception.
Hiding on the roof of an apartment building, Luke hummed a tune. “La da da, it’s the motherf…”
From time to time, he heard a notification from his earpiece. “No suspicious targets sighted.”
Selina was in charge of the two drones near the hospital. She provided intelligence and the video recordings so that Luke could focus on his plan.
He was looking at the surveillance footage on his fake phone, which showed a group of criminals locked in animated discussion.
These ambitious guys were preparing to rob an ATM two hundred meters away.
Listening to their plan, Luke calculated the time in his head and said softly, “Little Snail, start a countdown for ten minutes and remind me of the time.”
The smart program that had just been modified today and finally had a name immediately projected a countdown. “Yes, sir.”
Luke also jumped off the roof and glided away.
“Don’t move. Give us the money.” A small hoodlum was holding a gun nervously, and his hands were shaking. Clearly, he wasn’t very familiar with this job.
Another old hoodlum said unhappily, “Hey, didn’t I tell you? Don’t randomly point your gun at people. How many times has it accidentally gone off. I don’t want to be sent to the hospital because of you. Keep it lowered, and bring it up again if she resists, okay?”
The little hoodlum hurriedly lowered his gun. “Yes, yes, yes. I’ll remember.”
The old hoodlum hesitated for a moment, then took the gun from him. “You get the money. I’ll hold the gun.”
The rookie hoodlum gave an exclamation, and was kicked in the butt by the old hoodlum. “Hurry up and go. This is your initiation ceremony.”
The rookie stretched out his trembling hands. “Don’t move, or he’ll shoot.”
The woman who was being robbed had a despairing expression on her face. “I only have spare change in my bag, can you please take it and leave?”
A dark shadow covered this corner of the alley, and the three of them couldn’t help but look up.
A black giant fell from the sky and landed with a thump.
“No, they need to be taught a lesson,” the black giant said as he punched the rookie hoodlum in the stomach. “Society isn’t a school, and isn’t as polite as the teachers. Remember this lesson.”
Saying that, he ignored the rookie hoodlum who was retching on the ground and headed right for the old hoodlum with the gun.
The old hoodlum’s face stiffened. “Batman! Batman!”
Luke took the gun from him and released the clip before he held the gun in both hands.
With an unpleasant sound, the pistol was twisted into a pile of scrap metal.
“You, guilty,” he said in a low voice and squeezed the old thug’s right index finger.
The old hoodlum clutched his right hand and screamed.
“It’ll be your entire right hand next time.” After that, Luke checked the surveillance footage, and then shot out his grappling hook and flew off.
The woman ran off down the alley.
She wasn’t afraid of these two unlucky b*stards. Batman had just been here, and she didn’t believe they would dare attack her again.
Looking at these two pitiful bundles of experience and credit points, Luke knew that even if he hadn’t come, the two hoodlums would at most take the money and leave; the woman’s life hadn’t been in any danger.
