[Gotham] Jerome's Little Bad

Tai Qi, whose plan failed, was arrested. In order to prevent him from hypnotizing others again, Tai Qi enjoyed the double treatment of handcuffs and shackles.

The police car escorting Taiqi braked suddenly, causing him to be thrown into the barbed wire fence behind the police car. Taiqi looked back with surprise in his eyes.

As soon as the police officer wearing the headset got out of the car to check the situation, he was attacked by a fog, and then ran away screaming as if he saw something extremely terrifying.

Tai Qi struggled, and the door behind the police car was opened. Outside the door was Jerome with a smirk, Fritz with no expression, and Kelan who couldn't see his face at all.

Jerome stepped into the police car, showing himself a delicate beige suit, "How do you like the new threads Hmm (do you like this suit?)"

Tai Qi nodded, and Jerome walked over to undo his shackles, "Oh, speechless, I know. (Speechless, right.)"

Teich was taken off the shackle and gasped for breath. Kelan released the handcuffs for Teich with a bit of sarcasm, "You seem to be shocked, Mr. Teich."

"Although it's a little bad, Mr. Crane, but I admit that our scheme can deceive Jim, which really makes me overjoyed." Taiqi's tone was full of joy, and he even laughed out loud regardless of his image.

"Yeah, yeah. You did a great job holding Gordon. And Crane got the fear gas, and I got the information. Everything is going according to our plan." Jerome is also proud of the plan, " But there's no time for small talk, gentlemen."

"We still have fish to fry," said Jerome, about to turn around and leave, but stopped as if thinking of something, "I mean, the face, or the feet."

"Ah, anyway, something is blowing up." Jerome waved his hand impatiently, it's not a big problem.Then he jumped out of the car happily, bent over and stretched out his hand to Fritz in a gentlemanly manner, "MayI"

"Of course, dear Jamie." Fritz put her hand on Jerome's very cooperatively, and jumped down too.

Jerome took Fritz's hand, and said to the speechless Taiqi and Kelan, "Blukleup. (Fasten your seat belt)"

The door was closed again, Jerome jumped happily, and even went to the side of the carriage to pat a few times.Then jumped into the driver's seat and shouted excitedly, "Allaboard! (Get in the car!)"

"Oh, I'mcoming. (I'm coming!)" Waiting for Fritz to sit in the co-pilot's seat, Jerome lowered his voice and muttered to himself, and started the police car while laughing.

The table is full of exquisite tableware, and everyone has their own name tags. Almost all the famous villains of Gotham gather on this table.

Freeze Man, Firefly, Scarecrow, Penguin...

The seemingly harmonious people on the surface don't know what they are thinking in their hearts, and there are sparks of distrust and provocation towards each other in their eyes.The waiter poured tea and water for the well-known villains at the table, and there was a moment of silence.

"Hearye, Hearye. (Quiet, quiet)" Jerome tapped his crystal glass and held it high, "I would like to formally welcome you all to our first mandatory brunch. I know what you are all thinking and why I am calling This army of terror."

Jerome's eyes flicked across the crowd, "This name sounds good, can I trouble you to write it down? My dear."

Fritz swiftly took the pen and paper from the messenger's tray behind her, and wrote down solemnly, "Arkham Combat Team, how are you?"

"It's up to you," Jerome didn't care what Fritz wrote. "When I was in Arkham, I had a plan to turn this city into a madhouse."

Everyone's reaction was different, Firefly was very interested in this plan, Scarecrow and Fritz belonged to Jerome's faction, Freeze was indifferent to it, and Penguin was the one who didn't want to board the boat but was drawn into the group one.

"And now, I'm almost able to realize the plan, but I need help..." Jerome reached out to stop the Freeze Man who wanted to ask questions, "If you have any questions, please wait until I finish talking."

The Freeze Man slowly lowered his hands, and Jerome smiled with satisfaction, "Thank you very much."

The smile was fleeting, and Jerome turned to Penguin, "Mr. Oswald, thank you for your hospitality today."

Penguin also smiled politely but enough to be trusted, "For old friends, I will do anything."

"Klan, that thing, we..." Jerome didn't point out what it was in front of so many people, "How's it going?"

"It's almost done, it's scary." Although Klan's face couldn't be seen, his steady and expectant voice expressed Klan's views on this matter.

"Oh, good pun. Very good, Fraze," Jerome said, turning to Freeze. "IceMan, you're into science and we need a lab, bigger."

As Jerome said, the IceMan simply replied nonchalantly, "It's a piece of cake."

"Now we just need to wait for Mr. Teich to bring back some very important information." Jerome slammed the table with his fingers that were tapping on the table, scaring the guy who was serving the fireflies with his hands. , "Use the pliers, Carl!"

"You still haven't told us how you plan to take over the gang." Looking at Jerome who suddenly yelled, Firefly couldn't help asking him.

"Who said I want to do that?" Jerome restrained his smile and put his hands together. "I'm an artist and I just want to make this city crazy."

"When I'm done, I don't care how you gangsters ruin this city!" Jerome's eyes were full of indifference, and he smiled jokingly.

"I'll join." Firefly didn't care how Jerome ruined Gotham, anyway, his plan would not let him lose his interests, so he faced the Scarecrow and the others, "Let's come!"

"No, it's not yet time, I can't do anything now, I have to wait for the key ingredient of the last dose." Following Jerome's voice, Mad Hatter Teich walked in.

"The thing that ties it all together." Jerome smiled excitedly, extending his hand and inviting Teich to sit down.

Jerome was leaning against the elevator wall, still holding a shotgun in his hand, whistling freely.Friz was standing opposite him, carefully loading the gun.

And the elderly lady who was in a small space with Jerome and Fritz trembled slightly in fear and stunned, sneaking a timid glance at Jerome.

Because Jerome's whistle stopped at this time, and he only made a few breath sounds, and he was still trying to blow it out.

"I used to whistle really well," Jerome said to the nodding lady, waving his finger at the cut corner of his mouth, looking helpless.

"Ding," the floor you want to go to has arrived.

"Yeah, hi." Jerome held the gun like that, and walked towards the front desk carelessly, completely ignoring the polite and gentle smile of the front desk lady, which gradually turned into surprise and fear, "I'm here to find Xander Wilder, and..."

The gun in his hand was placed on his shoulder, full of malice, "I don't have an appointment."

The exquisite and beautiful front desk lady's face paled, she couldn't even speak, and pointed straight at the side hall.

Taking advantage of Fritz and Jerome looking in the direction she pointed, the front desk lady hurried out.

"There's no need to go to the security guards, they're all... out of their minds." Jerome didn't care what she was doing, and said as he walked.

"Allright," Jerome said as he walked up the stairs leading to the meeting room as if walking into his own compound.

The hunter with the gun on his shoulder looked forward to searching, and when he saw his hunting ground, he took the weapon in his hand and took the last joyful step.

"Okay, everyone, please take a look at this rendering, and you will notice more obvious and interesting architectural problems, mainly..."

"Click!"

The sound of a bullet being loaded interrupted a gentleman wearing glasses, and everyone looked at the source of the sound in surprise.

Jerome, holding a gun in his hand, showed an innocent expression, stretched out his hand and said to them, "You don't have to stand up, I won't take up too much of your time."

Then, like a lazy big cat, he focused on gently pushing down the decorations on the table, and then turned to everyone who was in the meeting, "I have a business proposal. If I ask anything, just say it obediently, and you won't be ripped open." Belly."

The sound of the gun barrel falling on Jerome's hand was like a reminder for everyone.

Jerome walked up to the leader, the old man wearing glasses, leaning against the table in the conference room with his chest on his shoulder.

"Please, don't hurt anyone," the old man begged.

"Where is Xander Wilder...?" Jerome turned a deaf ear to the old man's words. He scanned the people present, but there was no one he was looking for.

"He...he's not here."

"I see, I'm not blind," Jerome pointed to his own eyes, and then to the old man's eyes, "Maybe you are blind."

"Do you know?" Jerome looked at the other people in the office, and Fritz's safety sounded like death's horn, and the blade was coldly aimed at everyone.

"No one knows! He never takes a step out of the office." The old man was afraid that Fritz would really shoot, so he said hastily.

"Oh, Okay." Jerome didn't show any expression, even the corners of his slightly raised lips showed indifference.But he didn't say a word, and directly shot the man in front of him.

The firepower of □□ was so fierce that it directly blasted the man out.

This caused a commotion of panic among the rest of the people, Jerome only lightly pulled down the safety insurance of the gun again and smiled at the frightened old man.

"We've never met," the gun barrel was already on his throat, the old man panicked and said everything he knew quickly, for fear that Jerome would shoot again if he didn't agree, "the only time I communicated with him The way is through an agent."

"Agent." Jerome laughed thoughtfully, as if hearing some funny joke.

"Yes."

"This cunning little bastard really thought he could escape me." Jerome straightened up amusedly, looked down at the old man, and pulled him away from his position by his tie.

This time the gun pointed at the head instead of the throat, and the tone was full of threats, "Where can I find this agent, please tell me."

"I said, I said," the old man could tell that the person in front of him was an unreasonable lunatic, if he didn't cooperate, the only way would be death.

Jerome smiled contentedly.

"I think our old friend may be here, can I go and see it? Jamie." Fritz played with the gun in her hand and winked sweetly at her lover.

"Of course, dear."

Fritz saw Gordon and Harvey before she could go downstairs, and immediately shot them, but Gordon led Harvey away.

At this time, there was a gunshot from upstairs, "Jimbo! Oh, buddy, pal. (Little Jim, good buddy.). Nice to meet you."

"What a disappointment," Fritz sneered as she looked at the duo of police and detectives who were timid because of the citizens.

Gun in hand, Jerome came down the stairs cheerfully, greeting Gordon excitedly.Gordon and Harvey didn't dare to shoot at will, because Jerome and Fritz still had many irrelevant people.

The two of Jerome took advantage of the chaos of the staff escaping in the building and hid behind the wall in Gordon's blind spot.

"Put down the gun," Gordon and Harvey found a place to take cover, after all, the shot that Fritz hit on Harvey's hat might be the head next time.

"You're such an old-fashioned old man." Jerome poked his head out suddenly, and said unhappily.

"Give it up, clownboyandgirl!" Harvey yelled at the two of them.

"He talked a lot. The body of the last person who talked so much can't be found." Fritz, who was standing inside Jerome and couldn't shoot at Gordon and the others, complained angrily.

"Don't worry, it will be quiet soon..."

While Jerome and Fritz were chatting, Gordon shot a bullet into the wall. If he had been more accurate, the bullet would have landed in Jerome's face.

Jerome came out directly from behind the wall, but he didn't shoot Gordon, he even held the handle of the gun in one hand and pointed at Gordon and the others with an empty hand, "Knock, knock. (Knock knock, knock knock. )”

Originally still wondering why Jerome came out suddenly and defenselessly, Gordon and Harvey thought he was about to surrender, when suddenly a woman behind him shot male flames at the two of them with a spray gun.

"You'resupposed to say 'Who'sthere' (You should say 'Who's at the door')" Jerome dragged Fritz and ran past Gordon in a majestic manner, and he still thought about arranging the script with Firefly.

The beautiful blond lady returned home with a bag of food when a low voice suddenly came from behind her.

"Do you have ice cream? I can't resist fat monkey ice cream."

"Oh, you look a bit like my kitty, after all..." The deep voice paused, as if thinking, "Blonde"

The blond woman didn't panic at all, she didn't even stop taking food out of the paper bag, "I was thinking about when you will come."

"I'm really flattering you." The sun fell on the man standing by the window, but because of the heavy light, he couldn't see his face clearly, only a black outline.

He staggered towards the lady, "Then tell me, Miss Little Agent, where is he?"

The blond woman turned to face Jerome and said firmly, "I won't tell you."

"It's hard to say," Jerome stroked his left hand from his right, revealing a sharp knife, and walked up to the blond woman, "Look."

Jerome suddenly approached the lady, and even brushed a sharp knife against that pretty face, "I'm very convincing."

The blond woman remained calm, and even smiled, raising her eyebrows, "Did you see that?"

Jerome looked back at one of the cages. "I'm still wondering what this is for."

"Did you have a big dog?" Jerome stared at the woman in front of him unkindly.

"Wrong, I'm going to use this to transport you away."

Jerome frowned, and the blond woman struck quickly and swiftly, knocking Jerome to the ground.

Then the calm lady turned around and picked up the phone, "Caught him."

It's time to save the little prince we were robbed by the evil dragon.

It's time to rescue the little prince who was snatched by the dragon...