Chapter 806: September, and Similar but Different Days

Every morning, Luke and Selina went to the police department to do some paperwork. They would go home for lunch, and then worked overtime or trained respectively in the afternoon.

They were the most busy at night, and had to work overtime as they went out to beat people up.

Since they were about to leave Los Angeles, Luke and Selina had no qualms about being heavy-handed.

In any case, they definitely wouldn’t be able to shear all these sheep before they left Los Angeles, and it was a good opportunity to earn experience and credit points.

By mid-September, there were already 46,700 experience and 65,500 credit points in the system.

The downside was that the superhero duo, Terminator and Beast, were also in the news in Los Angeles.

In the beginning, the two of them only went out every now and then, and in a month, only one to two hundred gangsters landed in the hospital.

In a city like L.A. that had millions of people, these casualties were nothing.

But since the two of them were about to leave, Luke decisively targeted all the gangs on his blacklist.

They weren’t doing what Ghost Butcher did; this was just breaking bones, which naturally didn’t warrant careful investigation.

In any case, undercover officers and agents definitely did a lot of illegal things, so beating up a bunch of gangsters wasn’t wrong — at least, it wasn’t wrong to the system.

Luke’s blacklist was arranged very simply: Basically, whoever had the bigger territory and the worse reputation was at the top.

In half a month, almost a thousand gangsters were sent to the L.A. hospitals.

The joke going around the hospitals was that the prices of plaster and crutches in Los Angeles had increased by 20% recently, faster than the appreciation value of illegal drugs.

A young reporter, Eddie, had seized the opportunity to launch his superhero column long before many people knew about Terminator and Beast.

After more than a month of careful investigation, his column was released daily. Every day, it would reveal some inside information about Terminator and Beast.

Luke wasn’t against it.

The bigger the hype for Terminator and Beast, the better it would be for the Ghost Butcher.

Compared with superheroes who frequently appeared on camera, reporters didn’t care about a dark and bloody existence like the Ghost Butcher.

The easiest way to hype up a topic was to use real cases, and witnesses and pictures were the real draws!

Eddie’s column, for example, was popular because of the photos of Terminator and Beast.

On the other hand, there had never been any sightings or images of the Ghost Butcher. He was just a terrifying legend in the hearts of the gangsters of Los Angeles.

Ordinary netizens only had one thing to say: Pics, or it didn’t happen.

There were much scarier things In American horror stories than the Ghost Butcher; who didn’t know how to make up stories?

After the two of them arrived in New York, their careers as vigilantes wouldn’t be affected by Terminator and Beast.

The armor was a sockpuppet.

These two sets of experimental armor would be swiftly disposed of in New York. When they switched to the new generation of armor, they would naturally have new identities.

Terminator and Beast would just become legends in the history of L.A. gangs — for example, winning the Most Diligent award for beating up hooligans.

Thanks to Luke and Selina’s crazy sweep, law and order in Los Angeles had improved significantly recently, and even the number of people in the police department’s cells dropped rapidly.

In contrast, the number of patients treated for broken bones increased exponentially in all the major hospitals in Los Angeles as well as for private backdoor doctors.

Most gangs who had yet to be beaten up did their utmost to keep a low profile, fearing that they would be the next to be sent to the hospital.

That was because several gang bigshots, who didn’t believe in the supernatural, loudly declared that they would kill those “meddling” superheroes.

Then… nothing.

By the end of the day, the bigshots who said that had their bones reduced to dust.

Criminal efficiency among the L.A. gangs was severely affected by these casualties.

Compared with getting revenge, the wounded had to be more wary of retaliation from those who held grudges against them, and of subordinates who thought that their time had come.

Of course, most of these struggles happened at the upper levels; small fry at the bottom weren’t qualified to worry about these.

They dutifully continued to go out and sell weed on the streets.

They couldn’t stop operating before they were sent to the hospital; small fry also had to make a living.

These small fry, who were the largest in number, didn’t cause too much of a stir, so law and order wasn’t affected too much.

Luke was very satisfied.

At this rate, he could shear at least 80% of the most “valuable” sheep in Los Angeles before he went to New York; he might even be able to level up again.

His basic stats were 40 Strength, 20 Dexterity and 35 Mental Strength.

It would be best if his Mental Strength could reach 40 before he went to New York.

After that, all that would be left was Dexterity.

What he had always wanted was to see the effects of all three stats at the same level.

While Luke worked overtime in his air-conditioned workshop, what he didn’t know was that in some blistering hot and dry region, Tony was also working overtime in some dark cave that had no air-conditioning.

While Luke used his smart kitchenware to make all sorts of delicious food at regular times every day, Tony was eating sludge that tasted like sh*t.

While Luke and Selina enjoyed L.A.’s night view and beat up hooligans, Tony could only toil with a balding middle-aged man and worry about being beaten up all the time.

For the first time in his life, Tony Stark tasted hell.

It started in early September.

After Obadiah’s repeated reminders, Tony had to take the time to turn the Jericho blueprint into a physical missile.

What? It was impossible to design a missile in half a month?

Sorry, geniuses could do whatever they wanted. Tony built the Jericho missile almost instantaneously.

It had only taken him three days to perfect the first prototype of the Jericho missile.

He worked on it himself for less than half a day; most of the work had already been done by the A.I. program, and he only needed to solve a few key problems.

In order to develop and improve on the Iron Man Armor, he had no choice but to do his best to improve the A.I.’s performance.

This led to a huge breakthrough in artificial intelligence. Jarvis became increasingly smarter, and with the help of other A.I., he became far more efficient in completing simulations.

Furthermore, compared with improving the Iron Man Armor, building the Jericho missile was pretty much just like building a few RPGs.

After giving the blueprint and prototype to Stark Industries’ R&D department, Tony once again lost himself in manufacturing a brand new Iron Man Armor.

Tony had thought that after taking out the Jericho missile, he was free to finalize his new armor, Mark 2.

In the end, only two days passed before Obadiah told Tony that he hadn’t shown his face much recently, and some shareholders were starting to wonder about his health and question if he should continue as the chairman of the company.