"Help! Uncle Oak! ”

Just as the crazy chef was about to step forward and chop the other party, Jerome suddenly yelled.

"Hey!"

In the distance, a man dressed like a tiger walked over and shot Luo Sheng.

Don't think it's ridiculous that there are cats and dogs with guns on the side of the road, maybe it's really in other cities, but this is Gotham.

The man shot in the air.

Although the crazy chef does not have the strong thinking ability of Luo Sheng, he is not a fool either, so he immediately decided to run away.

Jerome fell to his knees and wept bitterly.

It was like a poor child whose mother had just been killed.

"Uncle Oak! He, that guy killed my mom! ”

"What! Snake Ji was killed by that bastard! The man dressed like a tiger roared, his voice filled with anger.

Mad Chef heard the conversation in front of him and really wanted to rush back and kill the red-haired bastard Jerome.

But if he really can't help it, he can only have two ends.

One, he was shot in the head by a gun.

Second, encountering a more painful way to die than a headshot.

Running all the way back to the nightclub along Gotham's avenue, he was watched by many people along the way, but the crazy chef ignored it completely.

He already felt it.

Your own consciousness is being forcibly withdrawn from this body.

Ever since that time in Arkham, Crazy Kitchen has found out.

He seems to have become less powerful than before because of Luo Sheng's subjective rejection of him.

In Arkham, when he was at his strongest, he could even forcibly occupy his body when Ra Sheng's consciousness used it.

Can ...... now

The mad cook scratched his head in annoyance.

If it weren't for Luo Sheng having the idea of letting himself solve the problem, he wouldn't even have a chance to come out.

"Ahh

A sense of powerlessness spread throughout the body.

The mad cook fell to the ground, his eyes began to darken, and the control of his body gradually lost control.

Finally, the mad cook still fell.

Three seconds later, a sharp pain woke up Luo Sheng, even worse than a leg injury.

"What's wrong with this!"

Luo Sheng struggled to get up, and when he saw his current situation, he couldn't help but gasp.

The gunshot wound on the leg was oozing blood, apparently tearing open despite the strong movement, as well as the ...... on the hand

Luo Sheng gritted his teeth and covered his forehead with his right hand.

"Crazy Chef, what did you do! How did Lao Tzu's hands wear! ”

……

And at this time, the Gotham Police Department.

Oswald Cobott was happily waiting for Gordon to arrive with his nightclub invitation.

Gordon was his best friend.

He let himself go that day and helped himself when he came back to him.

Originally, Colbert thought it was a little strange that Gordon unilaterally paid for himself, but some time ago, Gordon took the initiative to come to the nightclub to ask him for help, which made him more sure that they were really friends.

Today, his nightclub opened.

It was the most important day for him, and Cobot felt Gordon had to be there for the opening to be perfect.

"Hey, I'm looking for Gordon." Copote smiled and asked one of the police officers at the front desk.

Obviously, the other party was a little puzzled when he saw that it was Copote.

Even if this is Gotham, but a person like Copote appears in the Gotham Police Department, the painting style is very incompatible.

"Gordon went out and hasn't come back yet."

"Okay, thanks."

Copote smiled and nodded, much more polite than most of the citizens of Gotham.

And at this time.

On the second floor of the Gotham Police Station, a man in a gray coat and glasses is drawn to the short figure below.

Cobot felt a little uncomfortable.

As soon as he looked up, a man was smiling at him, making him feel a little weird, so he took a step.

The man followed suit.

Cobott took another step.

The man also took a step.

The two of them just took one step at a time, and finally stood side by side.

Copote felt as if he had met a strange person, after the two of them stood side by side for three seconds.

"Is there anything I can do to help you?" The penguin finally couldn't hold back his head.

"Not necessarily, can you?"

The penguin man smiled, put his hands in front of him, and asked in an unkind tone, "What do you want to do?" ”

"Oh, I want, what the poor have, what the rich are good for, if you eat something that will be braided."

This paragraph made the penguins directly blindfolded.

"You, are you asking me to guess the riddle?"

Ed's eyes lit up, this is one of the few people who didn't say that he didn't want to guess that he would leave.

"Well, do you like riddles?"

"No, I don't like it."

The penguin man shook his head, wondering when this guy would be able to leave, otherwise he was afraid that he would not be able to resist the murder at the police station.

"Are you going to give up?"

Copote still had a smile on his face, but he was already thinking in his heart, if he guessed it, would this person not bother him?

"How's that, did you think of it?"

"Listen, friend."

"It's nothingness, that's right!" Ed clapped his hands excitedly, and just as he was about to explain why the mystery was this, he was interrupted by a wave of his hand from the penguin.

"Who are you?"

The penguin finally asked the question.

He didn't remember seeing such a person, because if he did, he would be very impressed.

But such a stranger ran over to let him guess the riddle for some reason, and talked to him for a long time.

"Edward, Nigma." Ed smiled and said, "I know who you are." ”

The penguin man nodded.

"Then you should know that you are standing too close to me."

Ed stepped back a little.

Just when the penguin thought that the other party would be interested and obediently leave, he heard something that made him almost can't help but pull out his gun.

"Do you know that male emperor penguins will put eggs on their feet in order to keep their eggs warm, how about it, amazing?"

As we all know, Copot hates to be called a penguin, or described as a penguin, and if he wasn't happier today, plus he was still in the police station, he would have killed this guy right away.

The penguin man took a few breaths.

"Nice to meet you, sir." Colbert gritted his teeth and said, "Go your own way!" ”

"No problem."

Leaving these three words, Ed turned around and left, and the penguin man breathed a sigh of relief.

And at this time, Gordon came down from the upper floor.

His recent cases have been one case after another, with little to spare.

Copote saw Gordon below, and his eyes suddenly lit up, as if a penguin had seen ice or fish.

"Hey! Gordon. ”

Here, when Gordon, who was upstairs, heard this familiar voice, he was immediately stunned for a moment, and looked at the voice, his face suddenly turned pale.