Chapter 50: Death of the Crazy Cook

"Hey! Jerome! ”

Inside the Gotham Police Station, Jerome has a camera ready, and the black superintendent on one side has a hole in his neck, oozing blood.

"Hey! Crazy Chef, look, this is a camera that can project images to all of Gotham! Let's talk about something together! ”

"Of course!"

Crazy Cook walked over with a smile and shot a passerby officer he thought was so ugly, then walked over to the camera with a smile and bowed with Jerome.

"Guys, you ......"

The crazy chef was about to say something, but his eyes were attracted by a thief figure outside the police station.

The other party is dressed differently than before.

But it's really that person.

"Misha, Misha."

The crazy chef's expression was stunned, his mouth muttered the name, and his eyes seemed to be a little moist.

"Ahhh

With a roar, the mad cook fell to the ground, his hands clutching his head.

No way! No way!

Not at this time!

Jerome looked confused, just when he didn't know what was going on.

"Bang!"

A bullet shot out of the pitch-black muzzle and pierced through the Crazy Cook's chest, sending blood gushing out and the Crazy Cook falling to the ground.

Before he died, both personalities were fighting for their bodies, but neither of them won the game.

"Kill him!"

Jerome wasn't sad, he wasn't sad, he wasn't angry, he just felt a little upset that his performance had been interrupted.

Misha at the door didn't know anything.

She just wanted to know some of the latest news like other reporters, but explained it to the editor-in-chief.

Soon, the police came to support.

Jerome and the other madmen left the area, leaving only the body of the mad chef here.

Perhaps most people think that Jerome will be angry or sad that the mad cook is dead, and then he will leave with the body of the mad chef to pay his respects.

But it's really overthinking.

Jerome and Crazy Chef are just using each other, and Crazy Chef's death may not be a good thing for Jerome, but there is no way to cause too much turmoil in the madman's heart.

The rest has nothing to do with Crazy Cook.

He's dead.

Gordon quickly rushed in, and when he saw the dying police superintendent, the whole person seemed to be wrong.

This superintendent was the only person in the entire Gotham Police Department other than Bullock who helped him, and now he was dying because of a madman.

"Crazy Chef."

Gordon looked at one of the officers to the side.

The man also felt uncomfortable because of this, and when he heard this, he said lightly: "Dead, shot by a police officer." ”

"What about the corpses?"

"Corpses?"

The officer looked at the place where the mad cook had died, where a dead body had been shot through the heart, but now it was gone.

By this time, the body of the mad chef had been transported underground to Arkham.

The bald man with red disc glasses was smiling at the corpse inside, and the black nurse was still standing on one side.

"Very good~, this is a very precious experimental material, eating human flesh will make a person's body have special changes, arrange him to experiment 089."

"Yes, Doctor."

……

One person died, and the whole of Gotham City was talking about it.

It's worth mentioning.

Jerome was captured at a lavish ball and sent to Arkham Asylum, but his speech at the police station turned the sociopaths of the entire Gotham into his adherents.

The Penguin Man, who became a Gotham boss, rarely got drunk all night in his nightclub.