After the bus left, Li Wei picked up the phone and dialed Sheriff Gordon.
"Sheriff Gordon, I am Li Wei, I want to call the police. Arkham Asylum was attacked by a group of people just now. Now all the mentally ill criminals in the lunatic asylum have been kidnapped. Come on!"
Li Wei's voice was full of emotion on the phone, and he played the role of a dean who had just been attacked perfectly.
Unfortunately, the person on the other side of the phone is Gordon.
He didn't believe even a word of what Li Wei said.
In Gotham City, who can attack Arkham Asylum? Who dares to attack Arkham Asylum?
Li Wei What the hell are you trying to do again?
Gordon has started to have a headache since receiving the call.
Even so, since Gordon received the alarm call, he must perform his duties.
"Okay, I'll be there right away!"
After hanging up the phone, as a fun person, Li Wei was not idle either.
While he continued to shoot at the dead souls, he was still watching Jerome them.
Multitasking is not too difficult for Li Wei
He was very curious. What kind of splash could Jerome, which was originally a crazy one, be able to create after being fused with Kada Jhin's Hero Template?
On the other side, Galvin's bus left from Arkham Asylum.
They did not return directly to Galvin's office building, but after Gotham went around many times, they returned to the base Galvin bought for them.
"Hello everyone, let me introduce myself. My name is Theodore·Galvin. I am the one who rescued you from Arkham Asylum. Because I think we are all people who do great things and should not be trapped in that little lunatic asylum..."
After Order of Saint Madu awakened the mentally ill criminals, Galvin appeared in front of the mentally ill criminals with a hypocritical smile on his face.
"Then, I am going to do a big thing now. You can choose to participate or not. If you participate, I will give you a lot of reward. If you don't want to participate, you can leave now."
While Galvin was talking, the person from Order of Saint Dumas was standing silently aside, without any sense of existence.
When Galvin finished speaking, the mentally ill criminals looked at each other and saw confusion in each other's eyes.
For this group of criminals, and criminals suffering from various mental illnesses, communication methods like Gallovan will only make them feel——
Who is this Diaomao? Why do you talk so arrogantly?
Other than that, there won't be any other ideas.
Soon, the first bird appeared.
It was the second-generation rich man who had planted bombs in the sewers of Upper East City, causing a series of explosions in all the toilets in Upper East City.
"I'm not short of money, so I refuse to participate in your bullshit." The second generation rich man's eyes were filled with disdain.
In his opinion, no matter how big a deal it is, it can't be more important than blowing up all the toilets.
After saying that, he turned around and left without any hesitation.
Just like Galvin said, he also didn't stop it.
But when the second-generation rich man walked to the door, Galvan took the gun from the hands of the Order of Saint Dumas man standing aside.
"Touch!"
With the sound of a gunshot, the second-generation rich man fell to the ground.
"What now? Does anyone still want to quit?" The smile on Galvin's face remained unchanged.
"..."
At this time, none of the mentally ill criminals present continued to raise objections.
Their train of thought is strange.
Galvin's action of shooting this rich second generation just made them recognize Galvin.
They only identify with stronger and more evil people rather than polite and good people.
As for Galvin, Jerome and Ian were not afraid of the firearms in his hands. When Galvin fired first, they were even sure of killing him first.
It's just that they can't do that. This is part of Dean Li Wei's plan.
The two people naturally remained silent.
"Okay, since no one has any doubts, let's go pick out the equipment." Galvin pointed to the room next to him with a smile on his face. "It just so happens that we have to choose a boss from among you."
Galvin is very thief.
After leading a group of mentally ill criminals to a nearby room where equipment was stored, he left first.
After Galvin left, the mentally ill criminals in the room immediately picked up their favorite weapons.
Then, as if they had a clear understanding, they all turned to look at Jerome.
Ian looked at their unkind eyes and felt a little worried.
But Jerome gave him a look, indicating that he didn't need to worry.
"What? Are you going to choose me as the boss?" Jerome said with the Batman Who Laughs on his face, "In that case, it's settled."
"Choose you to be the boss? Impossible!" A fat man jumped out and shouted, shaking the chainsaw in his hand, "Do you still think you are here? Arkham Asylum? Now we all have weapons in our hands."
Jerome smiled.
"Weapons? Whether you have weapons or not has no impact on your fate. I could step on your head in Arkham Asylum, and I can still do it now!"
Jerome These words undoubtedly tore open the fat man's scars again and then sprinkled salt on them again.
In Arkham Asylum, Fatty was bullied to death by Jerome in every activity on the second floor.
Jerome said stepping on the head is not a metaphor, but really stepping on the fat man's head...
The fat man's face turned red, and he was obviously a little angry. He fired the electric saw in his hand and was about to chop at Jerome.
Galvin, who was next door, saw this scene through surveillance.
Seeing that the two sides were about to fight, he hurried to the equipment room.
He brought these lunatics back, but he didn't intend to let them die here!
"If you two really want to decide who is the boss, you might as well use the Russian turntable method to decide." Galvan took out a revolver from his waist and handed it to the two.
"I have no objection!"
"I don't have any objection either!"
Jerome smiled, took the lead in taking the revolver from Galvin, then poured out all the bullets in the pistol, and then loaded another one.
Turn the roulette wheel casually to disrupt the order.
He stared at the fat man.
"Greenwood, what is the secret to good comedy?" Jerome asked with a smile while pointing the revolver at his temple.
"Timing!"
As Jerome asked and answered himself, he pulled the trigger.
"Click!" A soft sound proved that the revolver was empty this time.
Jerome's expression did not change at all, he pointed the revolver at his temple and continued to ask with a smile.
"Then what is courage?"
Jerome continues to pull the trigger.
"Click!" There was another soft sound, and it was also a short position.
"Stay elegant in the face of pressure!" Jerome continued to pull the trigger with the Batman Who Laughs on his face.
This time, even Galvan, who was standing aside, subconsciously stepped aside.
"Click!" Another soft sound!
Short position again!
Now, the fat man who was shouting just now, Greenwood, finally had the smile on his face disappear!
Already three shots!
The entire revolver is fully loaded with only six bullets.
Then, among the remaining three shots, one is bound to be a live ammunition!
30% probability!
According to the rules of the Russian Roulette, no matter how many shots Jerome has left, after he takes over the gun, he can only shoot on this basis and cannot turn the roulette wheel again!
"Laughter is contagious, why don't you laugh?"
Jerome continues to pull the trigger.
"Click!" There was another soft sound! Another short position!
At this time, the fat man named Greenwood began to sweat on his forehead.
Why don't you laugh?
I have to be able to laugh and count!
Only two shots left! 50% probability!
Damn it!
Why is this madman Jerome so lucky!
"Oh~ I guessed it! If you don't smile, maybe it's because you don't like to laugh by nature!"
Jerome continued talking while pulling the trigger again!
"Click!" There was another soft sound.
Short position again!
Now, fat Greenwood's forehead was dripping with sweat!
Only one shot left!
In other words, there is only one shot left! There is a 100% probability of death!
He is indeed crazy!
However, he just has a very serious tendency to violence. He is violent towards others, not himself, nor is he seeking death!
"Now, who is the boss?" Jerome smiled evilly and handed the revolver in his hand to the fat man.
The fat man looked at the revolver in front of him and didn't dare to take it.
"Madman! You are the madman!" The fat man finally couldn't withstand the pressure of Jerome's gaze, collapsed and shouted, "You are the boss! You are the boss, okay!"
"Okay! Now that it's been decided, from now on, you all will call me boss!" Jerome casually threw the revolver back to Galvin.
Galvin carefully took the revolver and opened the magazine. The last orange bullet was lying in the remaining magazine.
Galvin was immediately shocked by Jerome.
He just thought that Jerome was just relying on some tricks to secretly remove all the bullets from the revolver, and then he dared to fire five shots in a row.
But I didn't expect that the last bullet was actually in the gun!.
He had never thought that someone would dare to fire five shots in a row while playing Russian roulette!
In the end, he didn't even get blasted in the head with a gunshot!
Not only is his courage incredible, his luck is also incredible!
Maybe the fat man is right, such a person is indeed a madman!
Not only is it unfair to take other people's lives, but it's also unfair to take your own life!
This is the scary thing about this kind of person!
However, at this time, Galvin was overjoyed and surprised.