"What the hell are you trying to say!" Gordon lowered his voice and asked very unpleasantly.

The crazy chef on the other end of the phone: "Ha, are you an idiot, I'm talking about the precautions for making braised pork, otherwise I can still say something?" ”

Gordon said in a deep voice, "Are you kidding me? ”

"No, no, no, I just don't know what to say to you, but you're really sluggish."

Gordon frowned, a little puzzled.

"Hey! Who are you, and what are you doing standing in the doorway? ”

At that moment, a cacophony of people came from the door, and the same voice came from the other end of the phone.

Gordon froze.

Almost immediately, he put down the phone and looked to the door.

I saw the door of the police station.

A man wearing a smiley mask and a black suit is standing in the doorway.

"Hi Gordon, remember me, ahahaha." The mad chef waved his hand at the door.

"Stop!" Gordon yelled.

Then he showed all the qualities of a retired soldier.

Holding on to the table, the whole person flipped over, and rushed towards the crazy kitchen at the door like parkour.

The other policemen all looked up.

And then they all bowed their heads and did their own thing.

Gordon chased all the way, and after a few turns to a certain alley, the mad kitchen came to a complete stop.

"Stop!" Gordon chased all the way, and finally remembered the fact that he had pulled out the gun and aimed it at the mad cook.

"Aha! Guns, they're scary. Crazy Chef turned his head, looked at Gordon through the lenses with red eyes, and said, "Come, don't you want to shoot, let's shoot." ”

The mad chef smiled and approached Gordon step by step.

"Stop! I say! Stand still! ”

"Ahaha, I'll stop if you shoot!" The mad cook laughed maniacally.

"Bang!" The bullet was aimed at the calf of the crazy chef, but the crazy chef lifted his leg and dodged it, as if he was doing some strange dance.

Unfazed by this scene, Gordon fired three more shots in succession.

"Bang bang." Three shots, one in the shoulder, one in the thigh, one in the head. As if the mad chef had foreseen it, he hid it all.

Dodge bullets.

Although this kind of thing is common in some silly science fiction movies, it is actually unlikely in the real world.

Not only does it predict the trajectory, but it also has enough reflexes, and even if it does, the body may not be able to keep up with the movement of the brain to dodge the bullets.

So, Gordon was completely stupid at this point.

He even wondered if he was reading a science fiction comic.

The crazy chef burst out laughing again, like a fool who pretended to succeed in watching others in a daze.

"I'm out of bullets, look behind you."

In an instant, a strong force came from behind him, and Gordon's elbow immediately reacted and hit the stomach of the person behind him.

The visitor was forced to take a step back.

Gordon immediately turned his head and started a frantic fight with the whole brother who killed him in the back, punching each other to the flesh.

Gordon's title of Gotham heads-up king is indeed quite powerful, at least this guy who kills the whole family seems to be a little vaguely unable to beat Gordon.

Of course, this is only the first few minutes.

Later, Gordon's physical strength began to fail, and the murderous family brother punched him in the face and head more than a dozen times, and finally smashed to the ground.

"Tut-tut." Crazy Chef danced similar to the dancing king zombie in Plants vs. Zombies, and little by little moved in front of Gordon and took out his kitchen knife.

"Come on, come on, let's see how the meat of our future director is, uh, by the way, you can play while playing."

The mad chef shook his hand at the brother who killed his whole family.

"You shook my hand at me!"

At this moment, the big man, who had always been quiet and well-behaved, suddenly yelled and rushed towards the crazy kitchen in a rage.

"Ahhh It's annoying! ”

The crazy chef didn't bother to pay attention to this big man, he just called this man here so that he could be handsome.

Kick out with your right foot.

Approaching the strength and speed of the cannonball, he kicked the man in the chest, kicking the opponent's body nearly 1.9 meters away, slamming into the wall and shattering a large piece of wall skin.

As if it was a bad taste, the mad cook shook his hand at the half-dead big man after all this, then took out his kitchen knife and approached Gordon with a wicked smile.

"Okay, come on, Gordon, hey, hey, hey."

"Hum~"

A buzz exploded in his brain, and the mad chef staggered, placing his knife against the other wall.

"Damn! Wait until I kill Gordon! Don't come out at this time! Crazy Cook gritted his teeth and tried to hold up, but the loss of control from his limbs let him know that the true owner of this body had returned.

"Cut, is it really the protagonist's aura, this can't die......"

I complained.

The red in his eyes dissipated, the mad cook fell to the ground, and the alley was silent......

Inside the Gotham Police Station.

The superintendent was on the phone to report to the chief, and she didn't know that Gordon was out at this point.

And the most coincidental thing is.

Because of the recent misdeeds of the Mad Gang, all the police officers are on duty at this time, and none of them are outside.

To sum it up.

The current police station is in such a state, that is, a person with a gun walks in, even if it is a minor one-meter-three little Lori, she can ask the people in this police station to sing conquest.

"Yes, the Maniac Gang was kidnapped by a man in a suit, and another sniper guessed that it was probably the same Rasheng who escaped from Arkham Asylum. Kartass. ”

"Hey, guy in a suit, hey, do you mean me?"

The superintendent looked up.

There was a police officer standing at the door of the office, and the other person looked up, it was Jerome.

At this moment, a certain table behind Jerome exploded, and a group of people rushed in with it, shooting at the people present with guns.

"Hahaha!" Jerome smiled wickedly.

……

Inside the alley.

A gust of wind kicked up a puff of dust and hit Luo Sheng's face.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, and his head was still a little unclear.

"What the hell, is this still Arkham?"

Luo Sheng felt as if he had slept for a long time, and his consciousness was terrible, but physically he was very relaxed.

I want to rub my eyes.

Touching the cold, Luo Sheng's thinking was completely clear.

When did he put the mask on?

And what is this suit?

Also, why are there two half-dead guys next to them?

"No, no, the important thing now is to hurry up!" Luo Sheng stood up against the wall and limped out of the alley.

This feeling felt familiar to Luo Sheng.

He seems to have walked out of an alley like this when he first arrived in Gotham half a year ago.

At that time, he was seriously injured, he didn't know anything, and he was stuck with a piece of newspaper with sauce on his face.

In comparison, his situation is much better now......