Stark drove his Ferrari FXX at full speed down the street, nimbly dodging the police and a group of strange people trying to stop him.
He couldn't reveal his identity. Otherwise, tomorrow's headlines would read, "Iron Man Drives Drunk and Speeds, Also Suspected of Bank Robbery."
The Los Angeles police were actually "wise to it." Anyone rich enough to drive a Ferrari FXX around town couldn't possibly be a bank robber.
That car cost more than all the cash in the robbed bank put together!
Thinking about the terrifying price of the Bugatti that had been wrecked earlier, and the middle-aged fat man with ridiculous glasses who'd angrily demanded a lawyer, the police were all on edge.
So when they tried to surround Stark, they only went through the motions. As long as they kept him away from the area near the bank, that was enough.
But the few vigilantes in blue uniforms didn't see it that way...
A blond young man in a tight blue suit, baseball bat in hand, stood on a rooftop. He seemed to have a real problem with Stark's reckless driving.
The moment the Ferrari came into view, a baseball popped out of a launcher on the ground and landed right beside him.
Then the young man swung his bat with all his might and hit the ball.
With a dull thud, the baseball shot toward the Ferrari with a terrifying whistle...
Judging by its trajectory, it was clearly heading for the driver's seat.
The Ferrari swerved nimbly. The baseball punched through the passenger side, but failed to stop it from darting through the police blockade...
The blond young man whistled, then picked up the Radio and said mockingly, "Are the Los Angeles police all useless? You can't even catch two cars?"
"That's enough, Ruben.