i spent the summer in gotham

494.

I vaguely remembered that Tim once mentioned to me that Ah Fu used to be a secret agent.

Now, Ah Fu has proved to me that even after the agent retires, he is still strong and strong, and his prestige remains the same as before.

Guochang used 100 million yuan to buy the life-saving right to steal food from me.

She should really be grateful for the 100 million, otherwise she would probably be tied up with a rope by Ah Fu and thrown to Alfred the cat and Ace as a toy.

Shushu received Ah Fu's severe criticism and education, and Flying Golden Bear sat down on the counter aggrieved, and promised Ah Fu that he would never do such a thing as stealing food again in his life.

Ah Fu glanced at the pitiful Guochang, and pushed her half-eaten lasagna in front of her, "But I still thank you for appreciating my cooking skills. Next time you can come to the kitchen to find me openly, I will Prepare food for you."

Guochang's little black bean's eyes were filled with tears, she rushed forward and hugged Ah Fu's cuff, "You are so kind, you are a very good person!"

I:……

Do you still remember the coolness of the bullet brushing your scalp just now?

As expected of Ah Fu, the flying mouse is the eternal nemesis.

495.

Guochang has been in North America for a long time and is currently based in Gotham.

During that time, rumors abounded in Gotham, saying that there was a mouse with wings wandering around the back kitchens of various restaurants every day, stealing the dishes prepared by the chef.

If the cook is good, the unknown creature will leave a handsome tip.

If the chef is not good enough, he will get a shattered plate, spilled dishes, and a generous tip.

As the number one victim at Bingshan Restaurant, it is said that the Penguin has offered a high price reward on the road.

It's a pity that it's useless, because the unknown creature will use more generous rewards to bribe the killer who takes the order.Even Deathstroke turned down the offer.

You really deserve to be a rich woman, Guochang.

496.

Although Guochang has eaten at restaurants in Gotham, Metropolis and even Bludhaven, it is Ah Fu's dishes that win her the most.

From time to time, she would come to the kitchen of Wayne's house to grab a meal. Occasionally, Ah Fu's dishes had just been cooked, and the aroma hadn't wafted to the table yet.A meteor pierced through quickly and rushed into the kitchen. For a while, all the people present could vaguely hear the BGM of "dejavu", which echoed in the manor for a long time.

Immediately afterwards, Ah Fu's criticism sounded in the kitchen, "You went to the back kitchen of other restaurants to steal food again, didn't you, miss?"

Then there was Chichi's justification.

Ah Fu disagrees with authenticity, "It's not a virtue to kill first and play later."

Shushu was disappointed and squeaked, and one person and one mouse began to enter the chatting session of the wheel.

The biscuit in Dick's mouth fell on the table, "Why can Ah Fu understand mice?"

"He's Ah Fu," Jason said, "What's so strange?"

Dick was silent for a moment, "You're right."

Don't be superstitious about Ah Fu, besides cooking delicious food, doing all the housework, speaking humorously, fighting handsomely, and being considerate...

Forget it, Ah Fu, God forever!

497.

As the number of times Guochang came to eat dinner increased, everyone gradually became familiar with Shushu.

Dick sighed, "Why is a flying squirrel richer than me?"

"Be respectful," Jason warned, "Your father is also a flying mouse, and your father is also rich."

"Jason, you can always tell the truth." Dick looked serious.

I was enjoying the cucumber sandwich made by Alford, "Why, Guochang went to your kitchen to steal it?"

"That's not it," said Dick. "She gave me two million to spend as I wished."

!!!

Jason's eyes suddenly became complicated, "Grayson, you can only eat youth if you are a jerk, unless your butt can be raised for a lifetime."

I sharply retorted, "Why can't Dick's ass stick up forever, do you look down on Dick's ass?"

"Stop!" Dick shoved a small biscuit into our mouths in one hand. "Talk about something kind. She's giving me money because she thinks I'm too poor to eat."

???

Under Dick's explanation, we understand the whole incident.

When Guochang came to the kitchen to enjoy meals, he encountered Dick secretly eating cereal circles in the corner of the kitchen several times.Dick is here to state that he doesn't really only like cereal circles, he eats them a lot just because they are convenient.Of course, it is his business whether to say it or not, and it is our business to believe it or not.

The little mouse who has tasted all the delicious food in the world feels very sympathetic to this. She doesn’t understand why there are people in this world who put a full meal of eel, sushi, fried chicken, hamburger, red wine baked steak, instead of eating that kind of lonely stuff. .

Shushu doesn't understand, but Shushu understands him. After all, not everyone is as rich as Shushu.

So the next day Dick found a check for two million in his cereal box.Guochang left a message on the top: "Take it and eat something good."

Are you Shushu? You are obviously a rich grandma who secretly stuffed money because you were afraid that your grandson would not have enough to eat!

Damn it, Grayson, you bastardized rich grandma with your ass!

Dick: "I said it has nothing to do with the butt, so be more sober!"

498.

"Actually, she also gave me money." Jason said, "300 million."

"You—" I turned my head and glared at Jason.

Man, I thought you were on my side, now it looks like you betrayed our class!

"Mom," Dick rubbed his arms, "this sentence brought me back to the scene of being beaten by a bird of prey for a moment, and my jaw still hurts."

Jason was inexplicable, "Please, I didn't use my ass to please the rich woman, she paid the rent."

Dick: "Hey, can you not imply me, said it has nothing to do with the ass."

My eyes were cold, "Do you think your big breasts won't be coveted, Todd, are you showing off?"

Don't think that you are proud of having bigger breasts than mine, damn it, damn it!

"Don't be a pervert," Jason said blankly, "It's real rent, she lives in my hood."

Ok?

Here's how it happened.

On a normal day, Jason stood in front of his cupboard, admiring the cabinet of precious headgears that he had wiped and oiled.

This is his way of decompression, his spiritual yoga to relax himself every day, and its happiness is second only to overhauling his precious guns and making up the love affair between Bruce and Batman.

At this time, he keenly noticed something was wrong. The placement direction of the Dior3 color number hoods in row B and row 999 has been slightly changed.

"Wait," I interrupted his narration, "you differentiate your hoods with lipstick numbers?"

"It's very convenient," Jason said as a matter of course, "Why can't we do this?"

"You can tell?" I was surprised.

"Can you figure it out?" Dick was also surprised.

"Forget it, Li," Jason said, "why can't you tell, Dick?"

Explain what "let's forget about Xiao Li", or you will die tonight :)

Dick cried and complained, "How can I recognize them, they will all be printed on my face in the end, and I can't see them!"

:)

Jason and I looked at each other.

Dick Grayson is on his way to hell, don't worry, he's walking peacefully.

499.

Continuing the topic, Jason picked up his Dior999 hood, and found that the weight was wrong, so he looked inside.

A golden silk bear with purple wings is curled up in his hood, fast asleep.

Would Jason be soft-hearted because of her cuteness, and let Shushu sleep peacefully in his hood?

No.

He opened the refrigerator, took out the tacos that Ah Fu made for him to take away, and put them in the oven to heat up.

The moment he turned on the oven, Guochang was moved by the smell and flew out of his beloved hood with a whoosh.

Using food to fish for law enforcement is really a hundred trials.

500.

"In short, she has lived in my hood ever since," Jason said, "The 300 million is the rent she paid."

Guochang really has no sense of money.

"She prefers Dior999, MAC707 and Shu Uemura 163."

Why are you so familiar with lipstick numbers?

Does the criminal who gets beat up by a red hood know you're wearing a hood named after your lipstick number? !

501.

After all this calculation, I was actually the one who got the least money, and I paid for the whole cucumber sandwich of Ah Fu!

"While you're talking, can you stop pretending I don't exist." Tim peeked out from behind the newspaper, "I'm the one who didn't get any money."

Me: "Working class meeting."

Jason: "What the hell are the capitalists getting in on?"

Dick: "You're already paid anyway."

Tim hesitated to speak, stopped and hesitated to speak, and finally he curled his lips and fell silent.

502.

We didn't mean to target Tim.

really not.

Not really jealous that he has the highest deposit in a trust fund.

Really.

503.

Anything connected to the internet is insecure from Tim, so we don't have private groups.

Tim is very smart, so we never have redundant communication in front of him.

Tim must have noticed that the three of us had a little secret behind his back, and he always looked at the three of us and frowned all this time.

In fact, what he didn't know was that it wasn't just the three of us who had the little secret. There were also Stephanie, Barbara, Cassandra, and Damian in the small group.

Yes, that is, the whole family except him and my father.

504.

We have a big plan.

The other girls were doing the logistics, Damian and Dick were putting together the stronghold, and Jason and I were the two of us doing the kidnapping.

On a dark and windy night, the bats stopped wandering.Not every night, they slept in the mansion.

I turned on the phone, and Stephanie texted, "We declined his invitation for a late-night snack, and he's now alone in his apartment."

Jason's text message also arrived, "We're meeting outside the apartment."

I replied with an "OK", stepped on Duer and slipped out of the manor.

The night covered up all crimes, we climbed up to the balcony of Tim's house, and Barbara fixed Tim's security system, and just like that, the evil brothers and sisters sneaked into the younger brother's room.

Tim was sitting in his study working on his laptop, the cold light of the computer screen hitting his face.

In order to ensure that there was no sound, I stepped on Duer and flew low to approach him.

Jason and I stood behind Tim.

Tim's tired nerves finally realized something was wrong, "What—"

Jason and I laughed grimly, Jason covered his head with the sack, and Tim panicked into his pocket.I fasten the top of the sack tightly, blocking Tim's way out.

Jason patted the sack emotionally, "Give it up, Tibbo. This sack is made of Kevlar, you can't get it open."

I said deeply, "Be obedient and become our prey, Drake."

There was a moment of silence in the sack, "...Why do you use Kevlar to make sacks, don't you think it's a waste?"

I don't think so, my father paid for it anyway.

whee.

505.

Three people can't stand on Du'e, and we still have two stands and one lie down.

So I zoomed in on the Duer, and I stood in the front, Jason stood in the back, and Tim lay between us.

I asked, "Are you ready?"

Jason: "Fuck me—"

As soon as he started speaking, I drove Du'er to rush out, and the flying sword was like Kong Kenan gliding across the sky, becoming a blurred colorful shadow in the city.

Jason yelled from behind, I couldn't hear clearly, "What did you say?"

"I said!" Jason grabbed the sack with one hand and shook my shoulder with the other, "Tim is going to fall!"

Oh shit!

506.

"I hate you." The sack said bitterly.

Jason and I knelt in front of the sack.

"Sorry, we apologize, sincerely." I said sincerely.

"I apologize for her," Jason said, "How did you get your driver's license? Kong Kenan can fly three superboys better than you. Can you learn from me?"

Can you not poke people in pain, if you say one more word, I will go to Kong Kenan's Zhihu answer and click on it.

"So what exactly do you want to do?" Gunny asked quietly, "Leniency is allowed for confession, and strictness for resistance."

"Actually, I don't need to hide it from you anymore." I untied the mouth of the sack.

Tim stuck his head out of the Kevlar sack.

Everyone was in the room, which Dick and Damian had decorated with ribbons and balloons, and Jason and Stephanie each unscrewed a bucket of fireworks and blasted Tim in the face with his head in the sack.

"Happy Birthday Timothy Drake!"

507.

"Bah." Tim spat out the fireworks in his mouth and looked around, "You've been doing this behind my back all this time?"

"It wasn't a raid on Arkham, it wasn't setting fire to the Iceberg Restaurant, and it wasn't blowing up the ACE chemical plant." Stephanie pulled him up from the sack, "There is no evil plan to destroy the world, isn't it a surprise?"

"Oh." Tim said lightly, "Did you know that I hacked into your computer and found the order for the birthday cake? You also made a note to ask the store not to put pineapples. I am very touched."

!!!

Shocked, Stephanie kicks Tim back into the sack with a flying kick.

"Bury him," she said grimly. "I'll find him a field right now."

Jason wiped his gun, "Remember to put him in the thickest coffin."

In front of the detective, there is really no sense of surprise in anything.

508.

Finally, under Barbara's mediation and bribery, Tim did not celebrate his birthday in the new cemetery.

Sitting at the table, he complained, "What kind of image do I have in your eyes, that I even forget my own birthday!"

"Look at your dark circles," I said, "not only did I think you would forget your birthday, I even thought you were saved from sudden death by Afula."

"I still have a wish to grow taller every year on my birthday." Tim said, "I firmly believe that I am still developing. 178 is just around the corner, 183 is still hopeful, and 190 is in the future."

Dick stopped putting candles on the cake, "Do you have a problem with me?"

Barbara slapped Dick's hand away and lit the candle, "Tonight we're going to give way to the birthday boy." She smiled, and Cassandra turned off the light on the other side, leaving only the flickering lights of the candles in the room , an unpretentious firework reflected in Tim's blue eyes.

"Blow out the candles and make a wish, baby bird," Jason said.

"I've been looking forward to this day for a long time, after all, there is only one chance to make a wish a year." Tim said.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and blew out all the candles in front of him in one breath.

509.

"Is there any cake left for us?" asked Dick.

Cassandra said, "There's an eight-inch cake in the kitchen."

"Understood." Stephanie nodded.

While everyone was still being a Riddler, Damian scooped up the cake and smacked it up, and a big dollop of cream smeared Tim's face, "Look at the trick, Drake!"

"Wow." I was amazed, and was caught off guard by a big hand covering my face, and the sticky cream covered my face.

:)

Todd, you're done.God can't keep you, I said.

510.

This scene doesn't look like it's celebrating a birthday, it looks like it's playing PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds to stimulate the battlefield.

The white cream was all over the table, and no one present was clean.Jason's whole head was white because I put cake on his face by holding his head down.

"Hey, I'm going to wash my face first," Stephanie said.

"Me first." Cassandra blinked and already reached the toilet door.

Dick put one hand through the door, "Wait a minute, count me in."

I scrubbed the cream off my face with papyrus, and sat on the floor with Tim, moaning.

Tim was smeared so badly that he looked like a Mudface with albinism.If you just look at the fur color, he really looks like a duck now.

I kindly handed him a tissue so he could show his eyes anyway.

"What did you wish for?" I asked.

"Need I remind you that wishes don't work when you say them?" Tim said.

I scratched my head embarrassingly, "Isn't this to match the process?"

Tim glanced at me, and the corners of his mouth under the creamy beard curled up, "It's actually quite easy to guess."

He smiled, "Since I found Bruce, I have made this wish every birthday."

511.

Hi, how do I know what you wished for?