Super Detective in the Fictional World Chapter 1557 - Be Good to Your Waist Muscles

Chapter 1557 Be Good to Your Waist Muscles

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When he saw Tony, Luke sighed regretfully. “He wasn’t beaten up?”

Tony, who was still far away, couldn’t hear him. He simply said, “What are you talking about?”

Luke sat down at the counter. “Jarvis, the usual. A cup of coffee, thanks.”

Tony threw his tools to the side and wiped his hands as he walked over. “Jarvis, bring me a pot of coffee and breakfast.”

He then sat down next to Luke and got straight to the point. “What’s up with that Joker?”

Luke blinked. “Hm, he’s a stronger opponent.”

Tony snorted. “Someone escaped from you? That’s new.”

Before that, there were tech villains like Obadiah and Ivan Vanko, and later, there were hordes like the test subjects and the Chitauri. Along with Loki, this “G.o.d heir,” they

had all been caught by Batman.

ow, Batman had just changed into the Dark Knight, and a n.o.body like the Joker escaped him? Sorry, Tony didn’t believe this theory.

s.h.i.+ELD believed it because they didn’t know that Batman was the Dark Knight.

Tony could guarantee that Nick Fury and Phil wouldn’t believe it, because they knew that Batman wasn’t dead.

Luke smiled.

Unlike his “good guy smile,” Bale’s smile was indifferent and composed.

In other words, it was a high and mighty smile.

This expression was basically a powerful taunt for someone as arrogant as the tyc.o.o.n.

Tony immediately summoned a virtual screen and projected a video of the battle between the Joker and the Dark Knight. “When did you become so weak in close combat?

Also, you didn’t use any support weapons. That’s not your style.”

Luke finally smiled more sincerely. “Oh? What’s my style?”

Tony said, “Once you take action, you don’t leave any room for the other party to fight back. Every time they struggle, they fall deeper into a trap. Now that the Joker has

escaped you, you have nothing to say?”

Luke nodded and caught the tray that was about to fall again, putting it on the counter. “Good boy.”

The robotic arm waved; who knew if it meant “happy” or “you’re welcome.”

Tony tapped it angrily. “Go stand in the corner for an hour as punishment. Don’t come out before then.”

Little Dummy immediately waved its robotic arm again, as if saying goodbye to its master, before it slowly glided away.

Turning around, Luke poured the coffee on the tray into two cups and added milk and sugar to his own.

Tony wasn’t in a hurry.

Since this guy hadn’t slipped away, Luke had to give him some inside information.

Mixing the coffee in his cup, Luke said, “Let’s do a trade. How did it go with the idea I gave you? Was Miss Potts happy?”

Tony’s face stiffened. He hadn’t expected Luke to bring that up.

Recalling how he had jumped out in an inflatable dinosaur costume the night before, only to be hit in the head with Pepper’s purse, the tyc.o.o.n was pretty annoyed.

He could only be glad that he hadn’t listened to Luke and given Pepper a baseball bat as a gift.

Otherwise, Pepper might’ve picked it up and hit him with it.

But on the upside, a lot of the anger that Pepper had been holding in really disappeared.

Coupled with the metal rose that he had hastily put together as a gift, his bedroom that night finally had two occupants.

Well, he hadn’t been chased to the workshop, nor had he slept alone.

From this point of view, Luke’s idea hadn’t been bad.

Even as he thought this, he had a sage expression on his face as he said with a lofty smile, “Hmph, I didn’t need it at all.”

Luke silently watched the tyc.o.o.n toot his own horn, and didn’t call him out.

He couldn’t use Mental Communication to directly view the other party’s consciousness, but from the rough emotional fluctuations and with ample a.n.a.lysis, he could

easily make a rough guess.

So, he knew two key points: Firstly, the tyc.o.o.n was lying, and had indeed used this “fawning” method.

Secondly, the tyc.o.o.n had succeeded. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be rejoicing at having “escaped death.”

Luke wasn’t proactively “peeking” into the other party’s thoughts; Tony’s mental fluctuations were very obvious.

He nodded and accepted Tony’s explanation. “You can play with the Joker when you have the chance, but he doesn’t have a good temper. You have to take care of

yourself.”

oticing Luke suddenly glance down with deep and calm eyes, the tyc.o.o.n’s groin turned cold, and he couldn’t help but close his legs. “Wait, don’t tell me he likes to play

dirty tricks too?”

Seeing Loki do air splits had been scary enough. Tony didn’t want to become the second victim.

Luke raised an eyebrow and pointed at the image on the virtual screen. “His close combat skills are indeed useless against me, but against you… hehe.”

Seeing that Tony was about to retort, he raised his hand to forestall Tony’s words. “He also has various types of support weapons. Let me give you a piece of advice: The

armor has to be especially tight, or ‘s.e.xy Iron Man’s Hot Dance’ will definitely make the headlines worldwide.”

Tony’s suspicious expression carried a trace of dawning realization. “So? An enemy or… a friend?”

He stressed the word “friend.”

Luke knew that Tony was trying to confirm the Joker’s ident.i.ty.

They were three completely different types of “friends”: absolutely trustworthy teammates, allies who could be trusted, and temporary colleagues working for mutual

benefits.

“Pa.s.ser-by,” said Luke casually as he took a sip of his coffee.

Tony nodded and didn’t ask any more questions.

What Luke was saying was that the Joker wasn’t an enemy nor a friend, so Tony should keep his distance.

Luke then turned the topic to s.h.i.+ELD

Although Tony was s.h.i.+ELD’s consultant, he might not know what Nick Fury was up to.

He really was unreliable sometimes. s.h.i.+ELD wasn’t his department, and it wouldn’t affect Stark Industries much if it collapsed.

Tony was startled when he heard the theory that s.h.i.+ELD had been infiltrated to an alarming degree.

But putting together all the intelligence gathered, it was very likely.

This also gave him a reasonable explanation for Luke’s peculiar att.i.tude toward this “homicidal maniac”: Maybe the man was just a “tool” that Luke had found to distract

s.h.i.+ELD.

Qn Tony didn’t need to give the Inker eunnaoart nor look for trainhle with him