Chapter 757 (1/2)

Fortunately, this is just the preparation for Batman's performance tonight, so that Batman can reasonably appear in St. boster hospital.

He has to perform all the way to strengthen his rationality.

From the top of the building again, Luke faintly heard the woman who had just run out of the alley Calling: ”TV station? I see Batman. The reward for providing clues is 200 dollars, right? And he saved me. You said the interview would cost more, didn't you? ”

He cocked his mouth.

He is not opposed to other people taking Batman's news to make money. People who want to make extra money usually have a hard time.

He helped these people, but he also used them.

There's nothing wrong with other people taking the opportunity to make some money.

He's not grandpa either. Batman is not his belief, but a vest that can be used.

He needs these rescued people to pass on word of mouth, create more topics, higher prestige, and facilitate future actions.

For example, tonight!

Boom!

There was a loud noise not far away, but a forklift smashed into the automatic teller's room of a bank in the street.

More than ten gangsters cheered happily: ”enough energy, we have to do this.”

”Dig them out quickly.”

”Money, there must be a lot of money in it.”

Luke can't help shaking his head: This is an ATM, not a vault. There are several ATMs with hundreds of thousands of cash. How can you drive a forklift to push the bank?

But this group of people should also steal forklifts, with low investment cost.

Under the consideration of transposition, it is understandable to rob ATM instead of vault. The world is too short of people who think for others.

Luke understood them. I hope the robbers will understand him later.

In the distant night sky, the beacon lights of several helicopters have appeared and are approaching here quickly.

He made a half circle in the air and glided down.

The driver bandit, who was withdrawing the forklift from the ATM, suddenly found that the light on his side was gone, and a piece of black things covered them.

When he looked sideways, he saw a giant black man outside the driver's cab. A giant hand just reached in.

”Ah ~” made a long and strange cry, and he was pulled out, thrown out, and smashed on his partner's roof.

Just now, they were still in high spirits, just like a group of little gangsters during the festival. Suddenly, they were silent. Looking at a black giant jumping from the forklift, they clucked their teeth and fought: ”Batman, Batman, Batman!”

Luke frowned discontentedly: no culture, what kind of ghost is banbanttman!

He grabbed the lapels of the two recent hoodlums, held them in a two legged posture, and looked at them with his blood red binocular lens, the cold mechanical electronic sound: ”you, guilty!”

All the punks screamed, ”no, no! Give us a break. ”

They are all Batman fans.

Through the programs on TV these days, everyone knows that once the criminal is caught by Batman, as long as he says this ”trial word”, the criminal must break at least one bone.

Click! Click!

The two gangsters held hands and jumped there, but they were relieved.

They just break their little fingers in their right hands, which is Batman's lightest punishment, with more warning.

Looking at the guy lying on the top of the car who can only make a sound like ”Er ~ ~”, they felt for the first time that they would not drive an excavator or anything.

I may have broken several bones when driving a forklift.

The rest of the gangsters looked at each other for a moment, then suddenly they broke up and fled.

Luke put his hand on his waist and raised his hand to throw out two bat darts.