Chapter 740 - Outsiders, You're Guilty! - Super Detective in the Fictional World

It only took Luke more than ten seconds to cover a distance of five hundred meters, and he headed straight for a smoke-filled room in the hospital. “Activate thermal imaging.”

The scene in the room immediately appeared on his lenses.

Looking at the two red figures in the room, Luke smiled. “Got you.” He then charged through the broken window.

Even though the two inside had just been hit by the stun grenade, their reactions weren’t bad. The moment Luke entered the room, they fired without hesitation.

Luke didn’t dodge or evade as he approached the person closest to him.

Both of them exclaimed, “Batman!” Their movements slowed down for a moment.

Luke grabbed the man and threw him out the window like a bowling ball.

The man flew out the window like a cannonball, and Luke turned around, his cape covering his back.

The last person subconsciously pulled the trigger, but he was cursing inwardly.

Ordinary bullets were useless against Batman! This was the truth that many criminals had personally tested.

Now, it was his turn to taste it.

The black figure that was as big as a hill wasn’t clumsy at all. In fact, it was extremely fast. The cape flashed, and a huge palm shot out from behind it to grab the person’s neck.

Bang!

Grabbing the guy, Luke sped up and jumped out the window.

Bang!

There was a dull thud as Luke landed in the small square in the middle of the hospital.

The man whom he had just thrown out was still limping and trying his best to escape.

Luke smiled. Want to run? You’re going to be on live TV tonight.

Rumbling footsteps rang out for an instant before they disappeared.

The guy who was running couldn’t help but turn around, only to see a huge shadow gliding over.

Freaking hell! You’re shameless! This guy cursed inwardly.

They had always been the ones to bully ordinary people with their physical advantages. Now that they had encountered a superhero who bullied them with his equipment advantage, they instantly felt despair.

A huge shadow quickly enveloped him, and a hand grabbed his neck as he was lifted up.

The scenery around them went by quickly, and in less than ten seconds, the two of them found themselves in the square in front of the hospital.

At the same time, several snow-white pillars of light swept over from the sky and enveloped the three of them.

When the TV helicopter arrived, looking for Batman, they saw him holding two criminals in his hands.

Almost everybody who saw the two people held by Batman subconsciously agreed with this scenario.

Luke threw one of them to the ground and stepped on him. Picking the other one up, he said coldly, “Outsiders, you’re guilty!”

Their faces changed. They knew Batman’s line, but he was now calling them “outsiders.”

Luke grabbed a bat dart from his waist and cut off the man’s right arm.

Amidst the screams, the arm which fell exploded and disappeared.

On the helicopter, the paparazzi who were filming were stunned.

Flegg was also stunned.

What was going on? Something didn’t seem right.

Countless people had studied Batman’s operations.

Everybody agreed on one point: Even if he was deliberately putting on a show, the most he did was break the bones of the criminals, and he had no intention of torturing them.

Why did he suddenly cut off the man’s arm?

What was even more outrageous was what happened to the man. Why did his arm explode and disappear when it was chopped off?

Luke, however, didn’t stop. He switched to the other person and cut off his left arm with the bat dart again.

Throwing the two guys to the ground, he stepped on their other hands and said coldly, “Outsiders, this world belongs only to us humans, not you filthy bloodsucking bugs.”

The two vampires screamed and didn’t say anything. Luke had stepped on their hands one after another.

The paparazzi on the helicopters were all stunned.

It was rare for Batman to use such brutal methods, but they weren’t sure if it was really brutal.

After all, the two men who had had their arms cut off were really weird. They didn’t look human.

Two helicopters landed near the square, and four people got off on each side.

Luke looked around and smiled inwardly. They were all old acquaintances.

The person on the right ran faster and shouted from afar, “Batman, we’re not hostile. We just want to talk to you.”

Luke turned his head.

A few seconds later, the leader on the other side also shouted, “Batman, can I have a few minutes of your time?”

Luke said, “Show me your IDs.”

Both parties were stunned, but they took out their IDs.

At that moment, Flegg hesitated, but the man on the other side stepped forward and gave Luke his ID. “Hello, Batman. I’m Phil Coulson, an FBI agent.”

Flegg cursed inwardly, but could only step forward and hand over his ID. “I’m Rick Flegg, an FBI agent.”

Luke secretly smiled, but said, “The FBI sent two of you at the same time?”

“We’re not from the same department.” That was Flegg’s words.

“It’s just a minor problem with internal coordination.” That was Phil’s words.

Luke’s gaze paused on the ID card in his hand for a moment as he looked at the familiar surname — Coulson.

A strange feeling welled up in his heart. There were thousands of people called Phil, but Coulson was from S.H.I.E.L.D… He should be the only one, right?

What a joke!

But now wasn’t the time to think about it.

He handed them back. “What do you want?”

Flegg said, “Them, and to talk to you.”

Phil waited for him to finish before he said, “Same here, but I can wait until you’re done.”

Luke looked at Flegg. “What do you want to talk to me about?”

Stunned, Flegg subconsciously glanced at Phil. For a moment, there was silence.

Phil, however, smiled and gestured for him to go ahead.

Flegg smiled bitterly to himself. Coulson was indeed a crafty old fox.

He could only say, “We want to talk to you in private. It’s inconvenient here.”

Luke turned to Phil. “What about you?”

Phil handed him a card with a smile. “Maybe we can keep in touch and work together in the future.”