[Zhongyingmei] This villain has nothing to say

"What do you mean, knight!?—"

A prolonged scream came from the other end of the communicator. The sound of rumbling water and the buzzing of noisy machines could hardly cover up the roar of the penguin, which was so angry that it was about to jump.

"—that's what you said to solve all my troubles for me??? You left me in a seafood warehouse for two days!!"

Sugar and glutinous rice flour, what should I put next?

Jason looked at the materials on the board for a while, thinking about what step the dessert in his hand had made, and casually listened to the roar of the penguin on the communication line.

The phone was already noisy, and the Penguin's anger almost overflowed the receiver—as if he could jump out of the phone at any time and tear up the person who played tricks on him, but Jason didn't take the communicator away from his ear, Instead, he pressed the receiver, and then turned on the stove and the electric oven at the same time, letting the roar of the machine overwhelm his voice.

Looking out from the kitchen, the little guy on the sofa in the living room obviously didn't notice the movement on his side, eating snacks while concentrating on watching the cartoons on TV.

Looking away, the voice of the young man in the kitchen was cold, and the shadow of his black hair made his eyes look indifferent, "Do you think you are not safe enough now?"

After glancing at the ingredient list on the whipped cream bag in his hand, he said again, "Did I let Batman discover your whereabouts? Or did someone bother you?"

The Penguin gritted his teeth, and indeed he didn't, but this was nothing like the freedom he wanted.He wants to get rid of Batman's pursuit, and that damn little doctor—although she has been missing for so long, who knows if she will suddenly appear one day.But he didn't want to escape and stay with a school of rotting fish.

"If I escaped to hide in a small warehouse where the light can't be seen, why didn't I stay in Arkham?"

"I didn't stop you, you can leave there at any time, or ask your men to pick you up." Jason said.

The Penguin almost didn't open his mouth to scold, so you sent a group of men with guns to stare at me for a second, did you really think about letting me go?

——Why did he just believe in the 'deal' proposed by this brat who came out of nowhere.

He said he would get them out of trouble and help them regain their 'freedom' in exchange for some 'help'.

It's a good thing to have a fool who is a gunman, but who the hell knows that this kid has more tricks than them, and he seems to know each of them's methods, but he came out. Jumping from one cage to another.Until now, the Penguin has not even been able to secretly send out a distress signal. Why are there so many demons and ghosts in Gotham during this time?

Coppert took a deep breath, trying to be patient so that he would not be led away by the other party, and there was more room for negotiation, "This is different from what you said before, you promised us to be free, I I also paid you enough, I hired you for..."

"Employment?" The mechanical voice distorted by the voice changer was sarcastically cold. "Don't get me wrong, I don't work for anyone. We talked about 'deals' before-I've got you out Arkham."

Oh deal... damn deal, what is his origin and what is his purpose?

The Penguin faintly felt that he was in a big trouble again, and at this moment he also realized that he was locked up here for two days to avoid Batman—isn’t it a deal, freedom needs to be calculated separately price.

The Penguin glanced at the guard at the door, his gloomy voice was full of resentment, but he finally compromised, "Tell me, what else do you want from me?"

When Jason came out of the kitchen, there were already five or six plastic bags of snacks beside Amis, and her limp little hands were about to tear open a bag of chocolate biscuits—well, at least, she knew that when eating Unpacked.

"Boji!" The little guy's eyes lit up when he smelled the rich creamy fragrance - it's food!

On a white dinner plate is a plate of gnocchi drizzled with jam.

"Bojiu!" Is this a dumpling?Jason can make dumplings!

No, Jason can not only make dumplings, he can do everything!Also pudding cake ice cream biscuits...

But this time Jason didn't give her the food directly. He watched several snack packaging bags beside her in half a day. After thinking about it, he said to the little guy, "If you finish eating this, you won't be able to eat other snacks today."

What did you say! ——

The originally bright little eyes felt like a thunderbolt from the blue sky, and the little hands drooped instantly, as if hearing something incredible.

Jason endured it and didn't look at the little eyes that were happy just now and became pitiful. In fact, it's nothing to let her eat, and it's not that she can't afford it. The snacks in the cabinet were originally prepared for her, but The problem is that--

He picked up the little dumpling, felt the weight of the little guy, and thought for a while... swallowed "Are you fat?" with difficulty.

At first, Jason thought that the food was 'decomposed' rather than 'absorbed' after entering that small body. After all, she can even eat bullets, so he thought that no matter what or how much she ate, it would be good for her It doesn't matter.But now——the little silver ball had obviously grown up a circle, and it could be easily held in the hand, but now it needs to be hugged by one arm.

...Why is it getting heavier and heavier? Does the problem really lie in the food?

If you think about everything together, there is one point that is almost not difficult to analyze, that is, Amis should not be a human being—she left in a hurry, then ran back in her current form, and the ship that disappeared in the The exploding spaceship seemed to prove that she came from another world.She's from another world—a possibility Jason doesn't much like, and while it brings an answer to her conflicted notion of why she's always been coming and going, it also points to an unsavory one. Possibility, she will return to her world one day.

I haven't figured out the little guy's physiological mechanism yet, but I can't let her have problems with unhealthy diet.

Amis looked at the freshly baked desserts, then at the snack cabinet, her bargaining was written all over her face, "Bojiu..."

Jason made a concession in time, "But tomorrow you can get an extra pudding and honey milk."

The little guy was satisfied, and ate the little dumpling with tears in his eyes.

...It's so coaxing.

At this moment, the animation program on the TV suddenly flashed, and a real-time report was inserted. The picture showed an island group that seemed to be on fire, "...emergency notification, half an hour ago, a major disaster occurred in the Bahamas, The entire island group was destroyed by an unknown creature, and the unknown creature is moving along the eastern coast, residents along the coast are asked to avoid danger as soon as possible..."