[Gotham] Jerome's Little Bad

"Are you sure you have no news about your nephew, Mr. Trull?" the policewoman asked.

"That monster killed my sister," said the fat man in the chef's hat in disgust. "If I saw him, all you could hear was his screams."

"Call us before things get to that point." The female policeman was also not very happy with the fat man's attitude.

After the two officers left, Zach breathed a sigh of relief.

"Geez, there's a lot of chewing gum under here." Jerome got out from under the table with a gun, sat across from Zach, and looked at the direction the police were leaving, "You're lucky, the police didn't check under the table, Uncle Zach. "

Jerome yanked a lump of chewing gum from under the table, "It's definitely against health regulations or something, but I was told if I ate anything from your store, I wouldn't..."

Jerome threw away the piece of chewing gum that had been under the table for an unknown amount of time, "Don't even think about kissing her again."

He spread his hands helplessly, "Stubborngirl, but she's right."

Cheerful music was playing in the restaurant, and Jerome was shaking his body, trying to test the temperature of the first three bowls of soup.

Red soup, "Toocold."

Green soup, "Ah, too hot." Jerome threw the soup on Zach's face.

Jerome put his finger in the last bowl of soup, "Just right."

Putting the bowl of soup in front of him, Jerome sniffed it and praised without sincerity, "Your cooking skills are always so good, uncle."

And Zac looked at Jerome who was talking to himself coldly, and didn't talk to him.

"I still remember that in the circus, we always competed to see who would dare to sneak into the kitchen truck and steal your biscuits." Jerome mentioned the past with a cheerful tone, but he was not really very happy. happy.

"This reminds me of one of my favorite dishes of yours," Jerome said with a smile, knocking the table down. "Do you remember the time you caught me trying to steal a fool's cookie?"

Jerome switched the spoon from his left hand to his right. "That soup you made that day, Mammamia."

"What's the special ingredient?" Jerome stared at Zach with a bad expression on his face. "By the way, it's my hand."

Zach was still in the mood to laugh when he heard this.

"You pressed that hand into the boiling chicken soup," Jerome said, his tone gradually becoming resentful, "that smell..."

But suddenly he laughed along with Zach, "It makes people drool."

The laughter stopped at the sharpest point as Jerome stirred the soup in front of him with a spoon and said, "Almost as good as this."

"It's a good story, nephew, but aren't you curious about this soup?" Zach didn't panic at all, and was still in the mood to chat with Jerome.

"Don't tell me you've been poisoned," Jerome asked, frowning, but he wasn't worried, since he hadn't intended to drink the soup in the first place.

"No," Zach laughed. "I set out three bowls of soup, nephew, for all the guests."

Jerome noticed something, put down the spoon and picked up the gun, but before turning around, a tall man grabbed Jerome's arm and knocked the gun out of Jerome's hand.

The tall man grabbed Jerome by the neck and dragged him onto the bar table.

Zach laughed wildly, "Do you remember the Hercules nerd at the circus? As soon as I heard you escaped from prison, I knew you would definitely come here."

It can be said that he is worthy of being called a strong man. The tall man pinched Jerome and pinned him down on the bar. Jerome, who had no strength to resist, was even more difficult to resist.

And Zach stood up with a bowl of soup, "So I invited Brother Duo over for dinner. The good one is for him, and the cold one is for me."

Zach took the bowl and walked to the microwave in the bar, and shouted in Jerome's ear, "I've always liked gazpacho, the bowl that's too hot is for you, nephew."

After speaking, Zach put the bowl of soup for Jerome into the microwave oven, and Mr. Hercules restrained Jerome with one hand and pinched the back of his neck with the other.

"My sister shouldn't have kept you, she should have stuffed you into a sack, put some stones, and threw you into the river!"

The bowl of soup, which didn't look like much, quickly became boiling hot. Zach brought out the bowl of soup with thick gloves, and Dumb was strangling Jerome by the neck, forcing him to half kneel on the ground. .

"Wait, wait!" Jerome struggled, "No, no!"

"Here, nephew," Zach approached Jerome with the hot soup, "come and try one of my three bowls of soup!"

"Pong! Pong!"

Two gunshots sounded, and the dumb man who was imprisoning Jerome was shot to the head with one shot, one shot through the heart, and fell heavily to the ground.

"Thanks for the kindness, but I told Jamie not to eat anything here." A girl stepped out from the shadow of the kitchen, and despite the scars, she was a very beautiful girl.

Jerome pushed away the dull man's body, coughed and stretched his neck, and got up, "Well, it's just in time."

Fritz was a little wronged and a little angry, "Hey, you didn't let me out."

The girl acting like a spoiled child has not forgotten Jerome's uncle, and pointed the gun at Zac's head. Fritz's marksmanship is very good, at least it can accurately pass through Zac's forehead and the back of his head.

Zach didn't expect that someone would help Jerome, and the soup in his hand was also knocked to the ground at the moment the dull man fell to the ground.

At this time, Bruce, who had found information about Jerome, also entered the room, not far from Fritz, and the scene was a bit chaotic.

Fritz reacted quickly, pointing the gun in her hand at Bruce, "Hi, Brucy, long time no see!"

Bruce looked at the people who fell on the ground and the smiling but fierce-eyed Fritz, leaned against the wall and raised his hands, but he was thinking of countermeasures in his heart.

"What do you want to do?" Bruce asked.

Zac, who wanted to take advantage of the chaos to resist, was strangled by Jerome, picked up the gun he had left on the table and pointed it at Zac's temple, "Look at what this is and put it there, let's stop reviewing the memories , Uncle Zack. Tell me what I want to know, and you know why I'm here."

"I don't know anything." Zach remained stubborn.

Jerome looked around. "Too bad we're out of soup."

Just in time to catch a glimpse of the bleach under the bar stool, Jerome's eyes lit up. "I don't know what else is on the menu."

After finishing speaking, Jerome hit Zac hard on the stomach with a gun, and Zach bent down screaming in pain.

"The plane is coming," Jerome pointed the gun in his right hand at Zach, and held the bleach in his left hand to pour Zac into his stomach.

"No, no, no!" Zach leaned back in fear, "I said, I said, he picked St. Ignatius."

"Gotit. Lostit. (Got it, forgot.)" Jerome put the bleach back on the bar, took the paper from the table and handed it to Zach, "Write it down."

Seeing that Fritz was distracted by Jerome, Bruce kicked the gun away from Fritz's hand.

Fritz's smiling face immediately turned frighteningly gloomy, "You're not good, Bruce."

After speaking, he fought with Bruce.Bruce, who thought he could quickly deal with Fritz, unexpectedly discovered that this girl's strength and speed are beyond the reach of ordinary people, and even her fighting skills are very good.

Fritz, who quickly dodged Bruce's fist and kicked him on the leg, was still in the mood to talk to Bruce, "Surprised, kid"

Bruce didn't talk, he clenched his fists and focused on dealing with Fritz.

On the other side, Zach reluctantly took out the pen buttoned in his breast pocket and wrote down the address.

Jerome watched Fritz fight Bruce with ease, and followed suit with great interest.

Zach gave Jerome the paper with the address written on it, and was a little worried about what Jerome would do next.

"Thank you, it's good to catch up with you, Uncle Zack." Jerome glanced at the address to make sure it was correct and put it in his trouser pocket. "You really remind me of the utter helplessness I felt when I was a child."

Jerome patted Zach on the shoulder, "See you later."

Zach closed his eyes and touched his heart, relieved, but Jerome turned back before taking two steps, "It's just... just the opposite."

"pong!"

The gunshot distracts Bruce's attention, and Fritz grabs him by the neck and throws him on the table.The other hand quickly pulled out the dagger tied to his thigh. The sharp sword was stuck on the wooden table and was still lying on the side of Bruce's neck. With a little force, a bloodstain could be drawn.

Jerome clapped his hands, "Excellent, Fritz, well done."

Although he was smiling, Jerome had nothing to be happy about. He pointed to Zach on the ground and said to Bruce, with a gloomy face, "Uncle Zack, never stopped beating me, endlessly, never helped me."

"Ever (never)." Jerome said in a low tone, perhaps a little bit disappointed.

"Aha, Jamie, you mean, maybe we met later"

"Yes, yes, allright. That's what I mean." The loss and loneliness on Jerome's face disappeared, and then he laughed wantonly.

Just when the knife in Fritz's hand was about to fall on Bruce's face, a whip suddenly appeared and slammed on the gun in Jerome's hand, and then pulled it over.

Serena picked up the gun and pointed at Fritz, "Let him go, bitch."

Fritz rolled her eyes, "What if I say no?"

The gun in Serena's hand was pointed at Jerome, and now Fritz felt even more helpless, almost annoyed to the extreme, "Are you colluding? Why does everyone use this trick?"

But she let Bruce go, and the freed Bruce punched Fritz in the face and kicked her dropped dagger away.

"Don't you need my help, Bruce?"

"Selina..." Bruce looked affectionately at the curly-haired girl.

Jerome's strange eyes lingered between the two, "Serena, Huh, what a beautiful name."

Serena pulled the safety on Jerome's gun, Bruce wanted to stop him, "Serina!"

"No, no, no." Jerome waved at Bruce, looking at Serena provocatively, "She's not that kind of girl."

Serena smiled, "Wrong, monster!"

"Uh, it's really interesting, because..." Jerome stretched out his finger, and before he finished speaking, he hid behind the booth.

And because Fritz was staying next to Bruce, Serena was not very sure, so she didn't dare to shoot there.

Jerome was not hit, and he leaned on the sofa behind the booth and laughed, "Whoa, that was a close one! (It's so close!)"

In order to prevent Serena from killing someone, Bruce rushed to throw her to the ground.

While Bruce and Serena fell to the ground and looked at each other affectionately, Jerome and Fritz left the small restaurant, "Allright, see you two crazy kids!"