The home of a soothsayer.

Tabitha was thrown on the couch, and Crazy Cook went to the side of the kitchen to rummage through the fridge.

It's all this time when he's cooking.

There are not many similarities between Crazy Chef and Rason's personalities, but they both like to cook.

"Ahh

Tabitha sat on the couch, snuck out a small blade from her pocket and began to cut the rope.

The crazy chef didn't know where he bought the rope, but it actually had wire in it, which made Tabitha's blade almost dull.

And at this moment, a strong fragrance wafted out, completely attracting Tabitha's attention.

As a profession similar to a secret agent, Tabitha has a very high ability to resist all kinds of temptations, but she didn't expect that her attention would be completely attracted at this moment.

Ten minutes passed.

The mad chef quickly arrived at the couch with a plate and a bowl.

"Come, come, eat."

A white plastic plate sits on the table, with a slice of toast fried in butter and an egg in the middle, while on one side there is a bowl of processed celery.

Tabitha didn't move.

"Hey! Why don't you move! Doesn't my cooking look delicious! ”

"Are you an idiot, how can I eat when I'm tied up like this?" Tabitha looked at the mad chef's expression with disdain.

"Oh, that's it." The crazy chef pretended to be garlic and said, "Then it looks like I can only feed you, come on, open your mouth." ”

Tabitha didn't make any moves.

It's still that unyielding face, and it doesn't move.

The crazy chef's smile disappeared directly.

"If you don't open your mouth, I'll scratch ten of your nails with a knife and dye your hair into a colorful exploding head!"

Tabitha's eyes widened.

She had prepared all kinds of criminal laws that the other party might say, but she didn't expect the other party to say such a paragraph.

"Good, open your mouth, ahhh

"Ah~"

As soon as you bite into it, the rich aroma of butter and the crispiness of toast fill your mouth, making you want to take a second bite.

"Okay, then this."

The mad chef fed Tabitha another piece of celery, this time with a completely different taste.

Crazy Chef didn't know what ingredients were used, maybe vinegar or something, and all the other spices mixed in.

The crispness of the celery and the sourness of the seasoning are combined with some grape aromas, which directly neutralize all the greasy taste of the previous fried toast.

"How's it going, is it delicious?"

Crazy Chef is confident in his cooking skills, and that's the only thing he takes seriously.

Tabitha didn't speak, just nodded.

"Bang!"

Just then, the door was kicked open, and Jerome walked in with his bare hands and Greenwood.

"Hey! My friend! Did you see that! It was a complete success! ”

"Aha! I fired that shot! ”

The two neuropaths slapped their hands.

"Hey! How could this woman be here! Greenwood saw Tabitha on the couch and suddenly screamed.

Jerome glanced around.

"Wow, her hairstyle is very trendy, but I like it, hahahaha!"

"Of course! I'm a national fashion designer! Ahahahaha. Crazy Chef Tian said shamelessly.

Tabitha rolled her eyes.

However, Mad Kitchen and Jerome just use Tabitha as a tool, but Greenwood doesn't see it that way.

This woman once killed a rich man with her own hands in front of them.

And with such a hot figure, few people can not be moved.

Greenwood laughed evilly.

"She's our captive now."

Jerome tilted his head and looked at the mad chef behind him.

"Yes, so it seems so." Crazy Chef said.

“OK！ Then I think! ”

"No, you don't want to."

Before Greenwood could say anything that would cause the chapter to be banned for pornography, the mad chef was already smiling and standing in front of Tabitha, blocking the black girl behind him.

"Hey! Get out of the way! ”

Greenwood didn't want to give the crazy chef face at all, so he stepped forward and grabbed the crazy chef's collar, and said arrogantly: "I once killed a dozen women and ate them, do you want to try it too?" ”

The mad chef smiled, as if he had heard a boring joke.

"You know, you and I are actually a little bit similar."

"What did you say!"

"Poof!" A flash of silver.

Greenwood felt a light on his right, and then blood spurted from his right on the wall on the side, as if he had painted a layer of red paint on the wall.

"Ahh Greenwood screamed and clutched the severance of his right hand and fell to the ground.

"Bang bang."

The crazy chef smiled and clapped his hands, picked up the arm that had fallen to the ground, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Very good, is the meat quality of your fat man still good, I was worried that the ingredients were not enough, but now it is just right, there is a lot of money left! Ahahahaha! ”

In the venue, the crazy chef was covered in blood, and he was holding a broken arm, which was visually striking and terrifying.

"Uh, you want, eat?" Jerome looked a little unsure.

"No, no, no." The crazy chef waved his hand very calmly and said, "It's you who eat, I'm just a chef, and as for this big man." ”

Jerome and Mad Cook looked at him at the same time.

The big man who killed his whole family had a dull expression, and he was looking at a vase opposite him with the expression of a forty-year-old magician who saw a beautiful girl in a miniskirt.

"Well, this big guy should be fine." Shrugged his shoulders and smiled with a villain-specific inverted triangle eye expression, "Now it's time for the final show......

Twelve hours later.

The Gotham Police Department is very busy at this time.

An entire school bus of girls was burned to charcoal, madmen were running around the city, and the mayor didn't know where to go.

All the troubles and pressures that came from these things weighed on Gordon.

"This one is used for ballistic testing."

"Jingle bell, jingle bell."

Handing the broken steps to the forensic section, the phone in front of Gordon rang, and Gordon picked it up.

"Hey."

"Hello, Officer Gordon, remember me, ahahaha!"

Gordon's eyes suddenly became wary.

"Rason."

"That's right, just four lotus, miss me, oh, of course, I may not be as attractive as a blonde beauty, but I still want you to be good next."

Gordon's face was terrifyingly dark.

"What do you want to say?"

"I want to say that you can use the fire to burn the skin before making braised pork, so that the pork skin will taste good after cooking, and ah, don't put beer in it, because it ......"