"It seems that Penguin was right. We are indeed Galavan's younger brothers, and he made the ingenious crime plan." The strong man Aaron murmured.
Jerome had a sullen face and made no rebuttal.
Barbara glanced at him and consoled him: "Witch Harley is different from us. She doesn't need to make a sneak attack at all. She faces directly and challenges hundreds of GCPDs.
We are just ordinary people, there is no need to compare with her."
Jerome was even more angry.
“Even ordinary people know that chess pieces will be thrown away when they are used up.”
On TV, Cobot was still talking.
“Perhaps the lunatic gang can still commit a few more major crimes, but one day, their master’s goal will be achieved. Guess what will happen to that little white-faced lunatic?”
“I’m afraid I’ll be killed and silenced,” the reporter muttered.
Cobot snapped his fingers and said with a smile: "Now, will you still call him the 'Successor of the Witch'? He doesn't deserve it, bah!"
“Will Galavan throw us away as abandoners?” the bearded man asked worriedly.
Barbara approached Jerome and whispered: "Galevin is a billionaire, a star entrepreneur in Gotham, and he seems to be planning to run for mayor."
Jerome suddenly burst into laughter, pointed at the TV screen and said: "I was almost deceived by him. The Penguin wanted to sow discord between us and Boss Galavan!
Why should I compare myself to Harley Quinn?
Isn’t our job to put on every show and make the whole Gotham cheer for us?”
Suspicion flashed through Barbara's eyes, and a smile appeared on her face. She clapped her hands and shouted: "Yes, we have to prepare well. Next time, we will shock the whole Gotham!"
At 11:30 midnight, the lunatic gang went back to their respective rooms, turned off the lights, and started to sleep.
An hour later, Jerome suddenly lifted up the quilt and tiptoed to the door.
Putting his ear to the floor for a long time, he stood up with a strange smile, opened the door, and watched a black shadow enter the living room, opened the door, and disappeared.
“Dong dong dong” Jerome knocked on the bearded door
After Barbara left the Lunatic Gang dormitory, she took the elevator directly to the penthouse apartment.
Theo Galavan opened the door for her personally.
As soon as the door opened, the two of them were drying firewood, hugging each other, kissing and touching each other.
Three minutes and fifteen seconds later, Barbara lay in Theo’s arms and recounted Cobot’s words and Jerome’s reaction.
"Copot" Galavan smiled strangely, "I was planning to go find him!
The Madman Gang’s historical mission is about to be completed, and the next show will be Jerome’s curtain call, and it will also be my first show.
Then, it’s time to change the little penguin to be my puppet.”
“Penguin is not that easy to deal with.” Barbara frowned.
“Haha, his fatal weakness is too obvious.” Galavan smiled proudly.
"Other than his lameness, I really can't think of any weakness in him," Barbara said doubtfully.
"Wealth, power, desire, and love, people can never escape from these four things in this life. Jerome is the desire for expression, and Cobot is the love of family." Galavan said confidently.
“His mother?” Barbara suddenly wondered.
“Well, I can only say that the people of Gotham before were too honest and too strict about rules.
The battle at the United Hospital was so brutal that the two sides fought hundreds of people dead and injured, but no one kidnapped Copot's mother.
Penguin, who has always lived in a "comfortable" life, still lets his old mother perform on stage every now and then. There is only one driver to pick her up and drop off, and there is not even a professional bodyguard."
Galavan hugged Barbara and said with a smile: "So, as long as two gunmen are arranged, Cobot will become my second dog."
“What is Witch Harley’s weakness?” Barbara suddenly asked.
"Harley Quinn" Galavan's expression became serious, "Penguin is right about what he said, Jerome is not even worthy of carrying the witch's shoes.
She has almost no flaws.
I don’t plan to provoke her until I achieve my goal.
When I reach the top of Gotham, she will still be my friend.
I really don’t want to be her enemy unless it’s absolutely necessary.”
After leaving Galavan's bedroom, Barbara did not go back immediately. Instead, she poked her head in the corridor for a while, and then quietly came to the door of another room.
Knock gently on the door.
A moment later, a tall and fit woman appeared behind the door.
“Tabitha!”
“Barbara!”
Two beautiful women are like dry firewood encountering a raging fire, hugging each other and kissing and touching each other.
An hour and a half later, the two women were lying on the bed wet.
“Your eldest brother seems to have other trump cards. He only said that you should not easily provoke the witch, but he is not her opponent at all.” Barbara said.
Tabitha smiled slightly and said proudly: "The Galavan family is not as simple as you think, our history is as long as Wayne's.
This return to Gotham is not to plunder power, but to take back the power and wealth that once belonged to us.
The Waynes and their wife were killed, leaving only one child; the two major black families in Gotham were destroyed, and the new "king" just came to the throne. These indeed allow us to see opportunities.
But to seize the opportunity, we have to rely more on our own strength.”
Three days later, One Central Park Hotel.
Charity gala for caring for disabled children, held in the lobby on the second floor.
This time it is no longer a buffet style, there are more than 20 round tables evenly distributed under the stage.
The banquet has not started yet, and only fruits, soft drinks and snacks are placed on the table.
Despite his noble status, Bruce did not sit in the center of the first row this time. Instead, he deliberately chose the table in the corner of the last row.
Along with Ah Fu, not even the royal dance partner Selena came.
Bruce looked around and saw that the dozen or so tables in the front row were all occupied, all of them were dignitaries and business elites.
“Why do I have to come to this party?” He frowned.
Earlier he had no objection to attending such charity banquets.
Can become a tramp "Thomas Kane". After half a year in the streets of Gotham's streets, Bruce deeply understood one thing: Most charity was just a celebrity show game.
"The host of the charity gala is Dr. Leslie Tompkins. She personally sent the invitation letter to the manor. It would be rude of you to refuse." Afu whispered.
Doctor Leslie is Gordon's current girlfriend. Bruce sighed and changed the question: "Today's party seems to be full of powerful people?"
Afu patted the back of Bruce's hand and motioned him to look sideways and behind him.
There is a camera there, which is broadcasting the charity gala live.
“Today’s charity gala is organized by the government, and we have the opportunity to be on TV.
Every comment made by the guests can be heard in thousands of households, and of course the big shots are here." Afu said sarcastically.
“Gentlemen and ladies, I will perform the classic ‘dove-turning’ magic for everyone.”
The clown on the stage finished the performance of "cutting the female guest in half", took the microphone, and let out a high-pitched laugh.
When Bruce heard the laughter, he subconsciously walked over and murmured: "His laughter is somewhat familiar."
“The magic trick of transforming into a pigeon is very common. Isn’t it strange to everyone that they don’t even applaud me?”
The clown made an exaggerated expression of disappointment, then grinned again: "But this time, it's not about changing into a dove from a top hat or a handkerchief.
Believe me, I guarantee that everyone will never forget it!”
“Bah bang bang!” He clapped his hands and shouted: “Jimmy, serve!”
A dining car pushed in from the small door on the side of the hall, and the chef with a big belly brought dinner plates covered with round stainless steel lids to the table.
Each table is placed with a plate of mysterious delicacies.
“Is there a pigeon hidden in this?” Afu leaned close to the plate on the table.
I didn’t hear pigeons chirping, but there was the sound of birds’ beaks pecking at the stainless steel lid.
“Hahaha, you would guess that there are pigeons in it?”
The clown laughed even more exaggeratedly when he saw that many people were listening to the round-covered dishes like Ah Fu.
Bruce suddenly contracted his pupils and said in shock: "I remembered, this is Jerome's laughter, the clown is Jerome!"
“What?” Afu was horrified.
“Call the police!” Bruce urged in a low voice.
Without saying a word, Ah Fu took the young master and walked out.
“What are you doing?” Bruce asked urgently.
“Hey, the most exciting magic trick tonight is about to be shown to everyone, but someone actually left the table at this time?” The clown on the stage noticed the two people at the end of the table.
“Ah, it’s the Prince of Gotham, Bruce Wayne. Hey, don’t leave. You are one of the protagonists tonight!” the clown shouted.
Everyone looked over, but Ah Fu not only did not look back, but instead pulled Bruce and walked faster.
Bruce wanted to struggle, but Ah Fu finally showed off the strength of the British special forces this time: his palms were like iron hoops, locking his young master's arm tightly.
“I understand, hahaha!” The clown relaxed completely and no longer concealed his voice, “The little prince discovered the secret of magic.”
“Are you Jerome?”
Behind the stage, the host of the party, Xiao Lai, who was hidden behind the curtain, also changed his expression. Thinking of the murderer of the police station massacre, he laughed in the same way.
“What? Jerome?” one of the guests shouted in shock.
“Who is Jerome?” Some people looked confused.
“It’s really boring. You guessed the answer to the riddle before the atmosphere reached its peak.” The clown stopped laughing and his expression became a little gloomy.
He stopped pretending and took out the remote control directly from his suit pocket.
“Don’t even move!” he yelled into the microphone, “Yes, I am Jerome, and the plate on your table is not filled with pigeons, but pigeon bombs.
“Oh, damn, I really want to see you look like you’re looking forward to opening the lid, only to find out it’s a time bomb.
Where is the flaw that allowed the little prince to discover my secret?"
Jerome stamped his feet in annoyance, feeling sorry for himself, ignoring the crowd of guests who were scattering below.
Someone opened the big round cover and found a toy pigeon that looked like a fat chicken. Its mouth kept pecking forward and there was a countdown display on the back.
As a result, the scene became even more chaotic, and everyone wanted to escape.
“Bang bang bang!” The sudden sound of gunfire interrupted their screams and running.
The fat chef took out an automatic rifle from the dining car and killed the chicken to scare the monkeys.
Several more masked robbers rushed in from outside and drove everyone back.
“Hey, the live broadcast can’t stop!” Jerome waved to the live broadcast reporter, “Quickly point the camera at me and give me a big close-up!”
“Jerome, what do you want?”
Although Dr. Xiaolai was frightened, he bravely walked up to the clown.
Jerome took off with a flying kick and kicked her thin body back into the corner.
“Little character, go on your way.”
He waved to the deputy mayor below, "You have enough weight, you can speak."
“You, what do you want?” The fat mayor turned pale and stammered.
“Bang!” Jerome pulled out a gun and blew his head off.
Without any warning.
“Hahaha, I want this, I want you to be afraid, I want you to always regard me as a nightmare deep in your soul!”
Looking at the horrified and twisted expressions of the powerful men below, he laughed maniacally.
“You’re dreaming!”
The middle-aged man sitting at the table with the deputy mayor stood up, pointed at Jerome and angrily said, "You can hurt our bodies, but you can never destroy our will."
"Yeah?"
The clown raised his pistol with a weird smile on his lips.