“Stop that pathetic show, you little, vicious buffoon, a wretch who just wants to get attention.
I can tell you that the people of Gotham have had enough of you.
No one is afraid of you, we are just disgusted by you.”
Even though the middle-aged man in a suit was pointed at a gun, he still held his head high and looked calm.
All the guests present looked at him in surprise, with a touch of admiration in their eyes.
The camera also gave him a close-up shot.
“Come up.” Jerome hooked his hand.
The middle-aged man looked calm and acted as he said.
“Who are you? Although I sit with the mayor, I have never seen you.” Jerome read the lines seriously.
The middle-aged man turned around and faced the camera, "Theo Galavan."
At the world's largest fighting arena, Harley tilted her head and looked at Ivy beside her.
“What do you think of this Mr. Galavan?”
Ivy said seriously: "Very brave."
Halle's mouth twitched and asked Selena again, "What about you?"
"Although he is brave, he is a bit stupid." After the cat said it, he worried again: "There is no news about Bruce yet, will something happen to him?"
Harley sighed: "You are considered a figure in Gotham, but you have been deceived, and others will not treat him as a hero later?"
“What do you mean?” the two women asked in confusion.
Harley pointed at the TV screen and said with a smile: "Let's make a bet. The Joker will give Galavan a chance to have a long speech, and then shoot him in the head. As a result, the bullet jams, and Galavan kills Jerome instead."
“You know how to predict?” the kitten asked doubtfully.
Harry tapped his temple and said, "It depends on your head."
“Hey, Jerome really didn’t shoot immediately.” Ivy said in surprise.
“I don’t know what you went through to have such a terrible idea.” Galavan looked fearlessly at Jerome: “But I promise you, hope and justice are like the American dream, which will never be extinguished.
As long as justice remains, fear will always be dispelled.
Coupled with good hope for the future and humanity, any wounds you leave in the hearts of the people and in Gotham City will be healed."
“That’s very well said.” Ivy murmured.
Selena frowned at this moment, "It feels a little awkward."
“The shooting is about to begin.” Harley said proudly.
"boom"
The two women looked at her blankly, and Harry looked embarrassed.
No shots were fired.
Barbara, who was wearing a costume next to her, suddenly rushed out from behind and knocked Theo unconscious with a baseball bat.
"It's so annoying to hear it."
She has a "Sister Harley" look, carrying a baseball bat on her shoulders and stealing the spotlight.
“What do you say now?” The kitten glanced at Harry teasingly.
Harry frowned, "Isn't it just to make a name for yourself?"
“I don’t even know him, so he is also a small character.” Jerome pointed at Theo who was knocked unconscious on the ground and said with a smile: “I need a significant negotiator, such as”
“Prince of Gotham, Bruce, where are you? When I first saw you, I felt that we were destined to be good friends. Come up and have a chat with me!”
He looked around the banquet hall and spoke loudly into the microphone.
“So, Bruce is also his target.” Harley suddenly realized.
The kitten anxiously dialed Bruce’s cell phone again.
This time someone picked up.
“Hey, Bruce, don’t”
“It’s me, Alfred.”
“Where is Bruce? Where are you now?” the kitten asked nervously.
“As soon as we left the banquet hall, two gunmen came to intercept us. The young master and I took a lot of effort to knock them down.
Then I knocked the young master unconscious again, and he insisted on going back to the hall to save the guests."
"He seems to be particularly concerned about that Jerome. Facing him, the young master is very excited." Afu said hesitantly.
Mao Mao breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Well done, Afu! As you can tell from the name, the Madman Gang is a group of madmen.
When Bruce showed up, I was not surprised to be shot in the head just like the deputy mayor."
"I think so too."
Afu was also very happy that his behavior was recognized.
“Bruce, Master Xiaobu? Where are you?”
On the TV, Jerome became furious, pulled out a gun and killed two guests, laughing and saying: "Hide and seek with me? Okay, every three minutes, I will kill one person until you come out."
“Afu, you must not be threatened by a madman.” The kitten shouted.
Ah Fu was silent for a while and sighed: "I don't care about the life or death of those people at all. I just want to wait for the young master to wake up."
Harley smiled from the side and said: "At this moment, the GCPD and reporters have rushed outside the hotel, and various TV stations are broadcasting the case live.
You take the unconscious Bruce to the main street, and there must be countless reporters and cameras surrounding you.
Then, you cry to them that the gangster's perverted cruelty actually beat Bruce to the point of not knowing whether he was alive or dead, and he is in urgent need of rescue.
Hmm, before you go out, give Bruce a punch in the nose and eye socket, the kind that will make blood dripping from his face.
What happens after that has nothing to do with you.
The people of Gotham will understand you, and Jerome will no longer have a reason to target Bruce unless "
“Miss Quinn, you are so smart, just do it like this!”
Afu is overjoyed.
Then, from the opposite side of the microphone, two dull punches and a gunshot were heard.
Less than two minutes later, the three women saw the embarrassed figures of Ah Fu and Bruce on another TV station.
“The gangsters were too brutal. When we noticed something was wrong, we wanted to call the police, but there were more than a dozen gunmen ambushed outside. We were able to escape thanks to the blessing of the Virgin Mary.”
Afu held his shoulders, his body was covered in blood and his face was pale. After saying a few words, he carried Bruce into the ambulance.
“Did he shoot himself with a gun?” Ivy was confused.
Mao Mao was shocked and said: "I didn't expect Ah Fu to be so cruel. Is it necessary?"
Harley said thoughtfully: "The guests at tonight's banquet are all Gotham's top dignitaries. If there are heavy casualties, Bruce will be unscathed."
She pressed the remote control, and Jerome's crazy clown face appeared on the screen again.
“What, he was seriously injured and unconscious and has been taken to the emergency room by ambulance?”
Jerome couldn't calm down anymore.
For some reason, the plot of "kidnapping, threatening, humiliating, and humiliating the Prince of Gotham" was clearly designed by Galavan. After hearing "Cobot's Contempt", he should have felt conflicted.
Jerome is Gotham's greatest artist and intellectual enlightenment.
It’s not someone’s puppet!!
After seeing Bruce Wayne, Jerome immediately felt a strong urge to get close to the prince of Gotham.
So, he followed the plot honestly, just waiting for the climax to come.
Now, Bruce leaves the show inexplicably early
“Bang bang!” He was furious, and then shot and empty the revolver. The guests in the audience cried out in fear, and the scene once again fell into chaos.
“That’s enough, you madman!”
Suddenly, there was a loud shout on the stage, and the camera quickly moved over to see that the stunned Galavan had woken up and rushed towards Jerome who was reloading the bomb.
He also had a dagger in his hand.
The picture pixels are a bit low and the camera is also
In short, just like Hong Kong costume dramas in the 1980s and 1990s, when a sword is wielded, due to the reflection of the metal surface, a long "sword light" afterimage will be dragged out in the screen.
Everyone in front of the TV saw the trajectory of the dagger.
Hit it hard and fast, straight into Jerome's heart.
"Chi" the dagger penetrated his heart, Jerome looked shocked, opened his mouth, "Uh"
“Bang bang bang” At the same time, Galavan’s sister Tabitha rushed in with a group of security guards and began to accurately shoot the robbers who controlled the venue.
Galavan took away the clown's bomb remote control and shouted: "The crisis is over!"
“Ah!” Ivy and the kitten exclaimed.
Harry nodded slightly, and sure enough, he still came, although it was not that the pistol jammed.
“Hahahaha!” A maniacal laugh rang out. Jerome’s softened body straightened up again, and he magically took out a pair of handcuffs and quickly locked up the sluggish Galavan.
"Don't move, or I will perish with you!"
He held up the remote control and shouted, hiding behind Galavan.
Tabitha and the others looked ugly, and their movement towards the stage stopped.
The guests outside began to cry and run out, and then, "Da da da da da"
Machine gun fire and screams were heard, and other guests were restrained and did not dare to move any more.
“Isn’t it exciting? Not all of my little brothers showed up. Some of them were disguised as security guards, some were chefs, and some were waiters, hahaha.”
Jerome looked away from the door, opened the corner of his clothes, and proudly said to Galavan: "The same bulletproof windbreaker as the Witch Harley, a second-hand product found by a netizen, it only costs ninety-nine yuan, and shipping is not included!"
"You" Galavan lowered his eyes, "it seems that you listened to what Cobot said."
Without a microphone, it would be impossible for a camera more than ten meters away to record their voices.
Jerome smiled and said: "Penguin's words are hard to hear, but they are really very reasonable.
No matter how great my achievements are in Gotham, I will always be your puppet.
Follow your script exactly and practice only your art.
In other words, I myself am a work that you have trained.
I don’t know when, you will throw it into the trash can.
Why should I compare myself to the witch Hari?
Even if she falls from being a heroine exorcist to rotting bones in the tomb, it is her own will."
At this point, he came close to Galavan, face to face, and breathed in the air carrying his body odor intoxicatedly.
“You are my teacher. At this moment, are you proud of me for being better than my master?
I have transcended the cage you set.
After taking this step today, at least in terms of personality, I am equal to the Witch Harley.
From now on, I will show off my art freely and eventually surpass her completely."
"Idiot, you overlooked one point." Galavan sneered, sank down, took a step forward, and his shoulder was like a battering ram, slamming into Jerome's chest.
“Bang!” With such a simple move, he was pushed two meters away and fell to the ground. The bomb detonator also fell out of his hand and fell several meters away.
Jerome wailed and almost breathed his last.
Galavan, on the other hand, uses combos.
After knocking the person away, he immediately pounced on him, turned his back to the guests in the audience, and strangled Jerome's neck with the handcuff chain on his wrist.
“You have neglected your personal strength!”
He sneered: "Witch Harley and I are both masters of one-on-ten.
Since I was five years old, I have been training as a paladin.
For thirty years, there have been constant cold and heat.
Don’t call me a mere clown, if the Witch Harley were here, I could fight her 50-50."
“I learned it,” Jerome’s face turned purple and the veins in his neck bulged, but he still managed an ugly smile. “After I go back, I will also go to Chinatown to sign up for a martial arts class, ‘Ada, I am Bruce Lee.’”
“Return to the soul? Come back.” Galavan sneered.
“Hahahahehe” laughs hard, the clown is still laughing, his bloodshot eyeballs are also full of sarcasm.
“OM!” he spat out one word.
Galvan suddenly stood on end and turned towards the direction where the detonator fell.