2224 Side Story: Fantasy Journey 65
He had thought that the Joker would at least give these supervillains a warning before letting them out — for example, that the Dark Knight wasn’t to be trifled with.
It seemed that Luke had overestimated how much the Joker valued Knight.
Em~ Maybe he had underestimated the Joker’s true love for Master Wayne?
Knowing that, Luke wasn’t interested in talking to Bane. He simply stepped forward and punched him hard.
!!Bane’s vision turned dark, and he completely lost consciousness as he was thrown into s.p.a.ce 2.
They could have a long chat in s.p.a.ce 2 in the future.
Luke also threw Bane’s subordinates into another isolated s.p.a.ce to keep them as test subjects for the time being.
It wasn’t that Luke was black-hearted, but that these guys were all so red they were almost black in the system.
More than 100 ordinary people had been seriously injured by Bane and his men tonight, and more than 20 people had died on the spot.
Coupled with the chaos tonight, there was at least a 50% chance that the heavily injured would die.
For a ‘murder gang’ like this, which had killed more than four people per member tonight, killing them right away would simply be letting their dead victims down.
The group of evil scientists locked up in s.p.a.ce 2 back home hadn’t been brought over with Luke, but he had recently collected a lot of evil scientists in this DC universe.
He also had Ultima 2, and while it wasn’t possible to develop high-level research projects, it wasn’t a problem to collect some experimental data for future research.
Including the Riddler and the Penguin, whom Luke had caught at the very beginning, there were already three supervillains in s.p.a.ce 2, as well as hundreds of their men as ‘test subjects.’
The Joker’s big plan tonight was strongly supported by the Penguin.
The Penguin wasn’t directly involved in tonight’s operation, but he acted as an ‘intermediary’ for a large number of professional criminals to help the Joker and other villains who had escaped from Arkham.
His goal was very simple: Let Gotham return to darkness and chaos.
After all, the brighter Gotham was, the less suitable it was for criminals to survive.
After the Dark Knight appeared, Gotham’s underground forces slowly declined.
The Penguin wasn’t an idiot. Rather than feel happy about the territories that had become available after his ‘compatriots’ went missing, he felt a huge crisis.
At this rate, he would soon become Gotham’s ‘most eye-catching boss.’
Even if Batman didn’t kill him, he would become a one-man show after losing his key underlings.
The Penguin wasn’t a pure lunatic like the Joker, but a shady businessman.
His goal was to obtain wealth and power. He wasn’t interested in being like the Joker, who could casually sway some cannon fodder into doing things.
He preferred experienced underlings who were professional, obedient and handy.
So, the Penguin contacted the Joker, and they split the work.
It had also been the Penguin’s idea to use the upper cla.s.s as hostages, which could create even more unrest in Gotham.
It would take at least a year or two for law and order to return to its previous state.
This period of time was enough for the Penguin to consider the pros and cons, to decide whether to retreat or advance forward, and to arrange an escape route.
Now, all his plans had come to nothing, because Luke had targeted him at the very beginning.
Luke didn’t touch the Penguin, purely because the guy was in Arkham.
Destroying Master Wayne’s “doll cabinet” would easily cause conflict.
But since Arkham’s supervillains relied on their own ‘intelligence’ and ‘diligence’ to escape, too bad for Master Wayne.
After catching Bane, Luke quickly headed for his next target.
Soon, a thin bald man appeared in front of him.
The thin man led a group of criminals in black masks as they herded people into buildings everywhere.
Not long after the criminal group left, all sorts of timed explosives inside caused huge fires.
This had the effect of holding up Master Wayne’s plane, which had no choice but to spray the fires with liquid nitrogen to stop them from spreading.
Victor and the butler, who were operating the plane, were hence kept a little busy. They could only leave Master Wayne and Barry to complete more missions on their own.
This thin baldie was the capable subordinate of the Penguin — Zsasz.
His bald head was usually more conspicuous, but it was hard to notice him in a crowd.
However, Luke didn’t need to use his eyes or drones to lock onto Zsasz’s location.
As the crowd was herded into another building, the criminals in black masks at the front were suddenly sent flying, and the crowd was swept back in two directions, as if they had been hit with a bouncy ball.
In the crowd, Zsasz stopped and slowly raised his head to stare at a figure ten meters away.
He was wearing a shabby denim jacket, a plaid s.h.i.+rt and jeans. He had messy hair and stubble, and was holding a metal pipe that was half a meter long. Of course, it was Luke, the enthusiastic citizen who had transformed into a laborer to beat up people.
Zsasz glanced at the metal pipe with extreme skepticism. Someone would actually use an ordinary metal pipe against him?
The two parties stared at each other for a few seconds without taking action.
Luke didn’t want to fight in the crowd, while Zsasz didn’t want the crowd to provide Luke with cover.
They had different intentions, but they made the same choice.
It wasn’t until the crowd around Luke retreated that the criminals in black masks aimed their… guns?
The moment they raised their guns, Luke was already running. “Violent gangs, get lost!”
The criminals had expected him to run, but his speed was completely unexpected.
Luke’s movements seemed very clear, yet the guns couldn’t lock onto him.
He actually covered ten meters in less than half a second.
The metal pipe smashed down fiercely.
Zsasz felt that something wasn’t right.
In his eyes, Luke’s movements were very coordinated, but he wasn’t fast or strong enough.
With a flick of his hands, two daggers appeared. He bent low and slashed at Luke’s abdomen.
Then… duang!
When they brushed past each other, Zsasz staggered several steps before he regained his balance.
He instantly turned around, but didn’t see Luke.
He had been inexplicably hit in the head, and his mind was in a mess. He couldn’t help but shake his bald head. Who was he? Where was he? What happened just now?
Unfortunately, the only people that would tell him the truth — the criminals in black masks — were already facing the same crisis.
The metal pipe in Luke’s hand instantly sped up, and he lashed out at the center of Zsasz’s head, leaving a red mark.
As expected, it turned into a purple-black ‘eye’ five centimeters wide.
Then, Luke charged into the group of criminals behind Zas.
The confrontation just now had caused the scattered criminals to converge in a semi-circle ten meters in diameter.
Luke had killed more than a thousand hitmen, mercenaries, and armed men in this sort of formation.
All he needed to do was kill his way from one side to the other; it was as easy as playing a Pac-Man game.