"Ahh The mad chef screamed in pain.

Jerome's expression froze for a moment.

The mad chef just watched as the other man bent over, picked up the gun, took out all the bullets, and stuffed one back, finally at himself.

"I'm sorry, I'm getting a little impatient." Jerome looked at himself with inverted triangular eyes.

"Oh, is that so?" The crazy chef leaned back on the sofa and said, "That's right, I'll play a game with you, if I win, I'll give you something, if you win, I'll make you a dish to eat, hehehe." ”

It sounds like a completely unequal bet that is not a problem at all in the face of these two neuropaths.

"OK, how do you want to play?"

The crazy chef raised his chin and said, "Don't you have everything ready, come on, Russian turntable." ”

Revolver, five magazines, one shot per person.

It stands to reason that this was supposed to be a deadly game, but none of the parties objected.

"Okay, you please."

Jerome smiled and handed the pistol to the mad cook.

"Yes."

Calmly took the pistol, and the crazy cook pressed it against his head.

Just when Jerome thinks the place will shoot and hands the gun to himself.

"Da, da."

With a quick pull of the trigger four times, Crazy Chef threw the revolver back to Jerome.

Jerome, who got the pistol, had a very gloomy face, and the next second he pointed at Luo Sheng and pulled the trigger directly.

"Bang!"

Bullets shoot out of the muzzle.

And 0.03 seconds before this bullet is discharged.

A strong signal rushed directly to the brain, and the body involuntarily dodged to the side.

Where he was lying, there was a charred hole.

"Wow, I can dodge bullets!"

The mad chef bounced off the ground and moved his arm, apparently unable to understand what was going on.

As for Jerome shooting him?

He'd almost forgotten it, and his mind was full of the feeling he had just had.

He is Luo Sheng's second personality every mistake.

But can there be something like a superpower in a second personality?

Jerome was also very interested in the crazy chef's trick, and excitedly stepped forward and asked, "Wow, that's interesting!" How do you do that? ”

"I don't know." Crazy Cook licked his teeth and said, "But now it's helpful for our plans for another day, so let's show you the gift I gave you." ”

"Oh, you're still going to give me a gift, don't you care about me shooting you?"

Jerome shook the revolver in his hand.

Crazy Chef touched his chin.

Under normal circumstances, if someone shoots himself, should he be angry?

"Okay, I see."

Crazy Chef pulled out the blade of his knife and swung it hard, grazing it directly against Jerome's arm, leaving a bloody mark.

"Whew!" Jerome covered his arm.

Crazy Chef shrugged and raised an eyebrow, "I really don't care about it now." ”

The room where the two of them were located was left behind by a blind fortune teller in the circus.

The crazy chef naturally knows who the true identity of this old blind man is, but he is just a bad taste.

After finding Jerome, he took him straight to this place and killed the white-eyed guy.

The soothsayer's home is huge.

In Jerome's eyes, which he didn't expect at all, the mad cook pretended to go to the stove and pulled out a box with his hand.

This box is decorated like the kind of thing used to fool children at Christmas.

The crazy chef grabbed the top of the lid with an intriguing expression.

"Dada!"

The box was suddenly opened, and a suit of clothes lay silently inside, a purple suit, black gloves, and a shirt and tie.

"Clothes?"

Jerome picked up the blue shirt, "Why are you giving me this?" ”

"Aha! There's a big show the day after tomorrow, and when the time comes, you'll be the star of the whole Gotham, how can you wear just one dress like this, hehe. ”

The excitement in Jerome's eyes could be clearly seen in Crazy Chef.