"I'm hungry."

Misha said this thoughtlessly.

Luo Sheng's eyes narrowed.

He was thinking about what the other party was here for, whether it was just stealing something, so he stepped aside and took a piece of bread and a piece of meatloaf that he hadn't had time to sell, handed it to Misha, and waved his hand at the other party.

The meatloaf in his hand is still exuding aroma.

Misha couldn't believe it.

In Gotham City, most of these shopkeepers will shoot them out or raise their guns when they find a thief entering their territory, but this person gives her food.

Luo Sheng found that the girl had no intention of leaving, but was still staring at him, folding his hands on his chest and asking, "What are you going to do?" ”

Misha hesitated.

"Me, you need help, I can."

"I don't want it, get out."

Luo Sheng is very direct, and he is not soft-hearted like this street child.

He didn't have any annoying interests as a philanthropist in Gotham City, and he couldn't even survive himself.

Misha nodded.

That's right, she guessed it would be like this, but she just wanted to ask tentatively.

"Thank you."

"No thanks, I just want you to get out of my food truck quickly." Luo Sheng smiled and said very shameless words.

Misha was stunned for a moment, bowed, and left the dining car through the gate on one side.

Looking at the other party's distant back, Luo Sheng touched his chin, as if he was thinking about something.

Think about it.

Now that his life has begun to settle down, is it time to find a time to fall in love and find a girlfriend.

"What am I thinking, no hurry."

Rason shrugged his shoulders and returned to the dining car, intending to prepare tomorrow's food.

……

Gordon sat in his seat, his expression was very nervous, and he usually looked a little nervous at this time, who had always looked righteous and awe-inspiring.

"Hey, Gordon, what's wrong with you."

Brock, who was on the side, walked in with a meat roll, and was biting into it very fragrantly, and when he saw Gordon's sad face in his seat, he couldn't help but come over and ask.

Seeing that it was Bullock, Gordon immediately stepped forward and said in a heavy tone: "Montoya and Alan came just now, and they want to accuse me of killing Copote. ”

Hearing this, Brock's face changed.

"Someone must have leaked it."

"It's fine." Bullock pondered for a moment and said, "They came to you, it proves that they have no evidence, nothing will be found, after all, no one cares about Copote." ”

"Yes, because he deserves it."

"That's right, the people hired by Fish are trash." Bullock said.

"What about Mario Peber."

"What's the matter with Mario Peber?" Brock's face began to look bad again.

Regarding the only victim of the Wayne case, Bullock already felt quite annoyed, and when he did this in the past, basically no one would pay attention or care, but Gordon kept biting it.

"Mario Peber, is he garbage too." Gordon gritted his teeth, but in fact it was obvious that he wanted to remind Bullock that Mario was framed.

"That's right." Brock ate the meat rolls, crossed his hands on his hips, and said without a little psychological pressure: "Remember, this garbage once wanted to shoot you, and you killed him, no problem." ”

"Nope! It wasn't really over until the actual killing of Mr. and Mrs. Wayne, not the one we killed went to jail. ”

Gordon's stubbornness made Bullock angry.

"I warn you, give up! Let this be over! ”

"Oh, how else, will I become the next person to be dragged to the docks and executed?"

This sentence is almost said on the edge of a knife.

Bullock does admire Gordon's personality, but he also has a strong dislike for Gordon's disgusting stubbornness.

"The balloonman's witness is down there."

With that as he said that, Bullock left for the afternoon, leaving Gordon alone.

Gotham City seems to have been in chaos lately with Gordon's arrival.

Not only was it the previous street children who were taken away, but there was also a guy called Balloon Man who bought four special balloons for aviation to hoist the high-ranking officials of various police stations onto the balloons and then rose to an altitude of 10,000 meters.

Of course, these things have little to do with Luo Sheng.

He was busy with business during this time.

With his specially trained perverted cooking skills, he has had a prosperous time in Gotham, and it is even more interesting than his previous life.

Luo Sheng was actually a rich second generation before.

Of course, it may not be particularly accurate.

His family's main business has nothing to do with the restaurant industry at all, mainly on the Internet.

Although it can't be compared with Wang Jianlin and Ma Yun, he is not too poor, and he can still take out fifty or sixty million if he is given it.

Luo Sheng remembers it very clearly.

At that time, he and his brother competed together, whether to compete for the inheritance of the company called the chairman, or to leave the house with 50 million.

It's a simple choice.

Is it a net worth of 9 billion or 50 million, and then start your own business and live.

The choice is simple.

Of course, it's 50 million!

Luo Sheng and his brother didn't know if there was something wrong with the brain circuit, and they had no interest in the family property that was about to reach tens of billions, but wanted to take the money and waste it everywhere.

For this reason, Luo Sheng's father had a headache.

In the end, Luo Sheng's father gave the two of them a chance, that is, to assess a skill that can be self-reliant, whoever has high skills will leave with 50 million, otherwise he will inherit the family property.

Luo Sheng can only say that the talent is right.

The elder brother chose the showbiz, while Luo Sheng chose cooking, and at the same time learned Chinese and Western food, mid-order and western pastries, as well as the preparation of dishes and drinks from more than five countries.

Of course it doesn't matter.

"But it's a good day now." Luo Sheng muttered as he looked at the empty street in the distance.

It's night.

In the past two days, Luo Sheng has developed a habit, that is, to look at the scenery at night, although there is nothing to see in front of him, but sometimes this kind of thing can be imagined.

"Ahead, there is a beach now, and the sun is slowly rising on the beach."

A sense of picture appeared in his mind, and Luo Sheng felt that his body was warm.

Well~

And then there were big men in swimsuits.

One of the big guys hit the big guy, and then the other took the opportunity to tie a balloon to the guy's feet and ......

"That's not right! What is it! ”

Luo Sheng suddenly shook his head, only to realize that the scene in front of him didn't seem to be his imagination.

Such a thing really happened in front of him.