"Ahh It's so comfortable! ”

Rason laughed and bowed his hand, and lowered his head to grab Salmaroni's chin, those strange red eyes looking at each other.

Maroni saw madness, confusion, and a burning desire to torment him in those eyes.

Let's be honest.

With Luo Sheng's current state, any ordinary person with a slightly worse psychological quality may be scared to pee his pants.

It's a pity, though.

The person he is facing now is not an ordinary person, but one of the two underworld bosses in Gotham City.

Maroni and Rason looked at each other for a long time.

"Ahh

Maroni, who had no tongue, roared directly, spurted out a stream of blood, and pounced on Luo Sheng.

Rason shrugged his shoulders and kicked Maroni down, and the big guy just lay on a piece of sewage.

"Hey, hey, hey." Luo Sheng touched his kitchen knife and walked towards Maroni, "Do you know, you really acted like a gorilla just now, and you are not as cute as a gorilla." ”

Luo Sheng looked at the man on the ground.

Laughed mockingly.

He'd been laughing since that night, but only now he's actually laughing.

"It's you, I just want to dream, don't you allow it, I just want to open a good store, don't you even allow it, it's all your fault! It's all your fault! ”

Luo Sheng roared.

The kitchen knife picked it up and began to stab Salmaroni one by one.

Screams echoed through the warehouse.

Everyone watched this scene and did not dare to move.

10 knives, 20 knives, 40, 50.

Salmaroni screamed from the beginning to the back of the scream, and could only look at the ceiling of the warehouse in despair.

A chef, in a sense, is a lot like a doctor.

One is designed to bring things back to life that are dying, and the other is to make things alive die, or to make things that are already dead to be disposed of even more in pieces.

So, the chef is equal to the shredded corpse.

This is inaccurate, but there is some truth to it.

At least Luo Sheng really had to learn about the fatal point of living things in order to cook.

Of course, there is a difference between the fatal point of humans and pigs, but in fact, it is about the same.

One hundred and fifty-six knives.

Salmaroni finally died, because the last blow of Ronaldo was cut in the throat.

This set down.

Luo Sheng's body was covered in blood, and the small piece of sewage where Maroni was lying turned red, but the other party seemed to be much more relaxed.

Falcone was still there.

Seeing this person who had been fighting with him for so many years die like this, he couldn't help but feel a little sad about the death of a rabbit and a fox.

Luo Sheng stood up and looked at Maroni's group of men, "What are you still doing here?" ”

When these people heard this, they all scattered, but they didn't forget that there were still bombs buried here.

When these people were gone, Luo Sheng walked up to Falcone and threw away the remote control very calmly.

The button popped up.

The whole warehouse was quiet, nothing happened.

"Is it really a fake bomb?" Falcone said with a smile.

"Huh." Luo Sheng didn't smile very obscenely or arrogantly this time, and even if he looked closely, the red in his eyes had completely disappeared now.

"It's very unusual for someone like me to make a bomb, I'm a chef, not a chemical."

"Cook?"

Falcone's expression was a little puzzled, and he didn't understand what Rasheng meant by this.

Luo Sheng didn't explain much, just said lightly: "It's literal, don't think too much, Mr. Falcone, I just invited you to come over and fish, and if you catch the fish, you can also go." ”

Falcone didn't speak, and neither did Rason.

And at such a quiet moment, a police car suddenly rushed into the gate.

I saw that in the police car, Gordon and Bullock, whose hands and feet were bandaged, rushed down, limped, took out their documents with a hideous face, and shouted: "GCPD!! ”

Inside the warehouse at this time.

On the ground lay Falcone's stabbed corpse, and Rasheng was standing there covered in blood, helping Falcone untie his rope.

The corners of Luo Zheng's mouth twitched slightly.

"Sure enough, the police always come and wash the floor after it's all over, but isn't this Gotham?"

Falcone was standing next to him, and when he heard Luo Sheng's words, he couldn't help but sigh a few words.

Of course, based on the fact that the two of them are not talking about the same channel, so Luo Sheng did not take it.

"Hey! Hands up! Bullock pointed his gun at Rason.

Luo Sheng calmly raised his hand.

Gordon, on the other hand, limped over and tortured Luo Sheng.

"Mr. Rason, I am going to arrest you on charges of murdering Salmaroni, you have the right to remain silent, but every word you say will be a testimony in court."

Luo Sheng didn't refuse or struggle.

The things he wanted to do had already been done, and then he didn't want to do anything.

Over the next few days.

Gotham's forces have undergone a super reshuffle.

Falcone retired, the Romans went to the penguins, and Salmaroni died, and the penguins went to the power.

Fishmooney?

According to rumors, she was pushed out into the sea from the rooftop by the penguin people and is dead, of course, but of course, it is only rumors.

But Fishmooney was gone.

Cobott became the veritable king of the Gotham underground, the man who truly unified the entire Gotham underground.

Gotham Police Department.

Gordon was demoted to work as a traffic police officer on duty, while Bullock retired to open a bar.

But these people don't matter.

Because most people are curious about where Luo Sheng is now.

At that time, Luo Sheng was taken back to GCPD, and he didn't even have time to take a shower, so he was directly taken to interrogation.

That's basically what happened at the time.

In the interrogation room.

Luo Sheng sat inside with his face covered in blood, his expression like a junior high school student who was forcibly trapped in the classroom by teachers and parents to listen to English lessons.

Gordon limped in and sat down in front of Rason.

"Mr. Rason, do you have any thoughts on the fact that you murdered Salmaroni?"

Faced with this problem, Luo Sheng looked half-asleep.

"Opinion, you're very idle, do you want me to check the information, organize the language, and write a two-thousand-word lyrical prose and hand it to you, isn't it that I stabbed it to death, and I saw a fart method."

Gordon was a little upset.

But based on his principles, he didn't make any outrageous moves, but just carefully recorded Luo Sheng's words.

"Ahem, Mr. Na Rosen, why did you kill Mr. Maroni in such a cruel way."

"Ha, are you kidding me?" Luo Sheng had an arrogant expression, "Do I still need a reason to chop him, this is not a primary school student asking for leave, do I have to make up a reason, of course it's because Lao Tzu is happy." ”

"Bang!"

Gordon slapped his fist on the table and looked at Luo Sheng unhappily.

"So, you did that case at that time, right?"

"Did you say that you snatched the balloon from everyone's head, hehe, otherwise, I did it, what can you do to me, jump up and hit me in the knee?"

"Reason!"

"Because Lao Tzu is happy!!"

For all his crimes, Luo Sheng confessed, and the motive was to say that he was happy.

And so.

In the end, Luo Sheng was successfully sentenced, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, and the Arkham Asylum is ......