This is not the first time Jerome has met the two.
Last time, after he was arrested by Gordon and taken to the police station, he had already met the two of them.
Although Jerome had a smile on his face, the director and Police Commissioner couldn't help but feel chills in their hearts.
They knew in their hearts that they were finished!
In front of this group of heavily armed criminals, the two men had little room for resistance.
Jerome waved his hands behind him, and a group of mentally ill criminals armed with various weapons surrounded him.
Of course, these subordinates did not kill the two men directly, but forced them out of the interrogation room and tied them to two chairs.
Because according to Boss Jerome's plan, the two of them still need to give a perfect curtain call for this performance!
"You two, if I let you choose, one of you can survive. How should you choose?"
As the fat ogre followed him, Jerome asked the two of them such a question with a smile.
This is a question that confronts human nature.
Originally Jerome thought that the director and Police Commissioner would fight each other for the only place for survival.
But the next answers from the two people greatly exceeded his expectations.
"Bah! Jerome, you bastard..." the black prisoner Caitlyn spat, and then yelled at him to show his talent as a rapper. The look of fear and panic that appeared on her face when she was forced out of the interrogation room had completely disappeared.
Although the director on the side did not curse like the black prisoner Caitlyn, the original fear on his face was also gone, and his face was filled with an expression of generosity and sacrifice...
"Interesting..."
Jerome After being stunned, he still smiled and wiped away the saliva that the black man Caitlyn had just spat on his face.
"Is this human nature? Even if you know you will die, you will choose to die generously?"
From the look in Jerome's eyes, it can be seen that he is really interested in this newly discovered research topic.
"What if this is the case?" As he spoke, Kadar Jhin's short gun appeared in his hand.
No nonsense at all.
"Bang!"
After a gunshot, the black prisoner Caitlyn finally stopped showing off his talent as a rapper and turned into a gorgeous flower of flesh and blood.
"Director, what are your choices?"
Chapter 113 May God forgive you (5000 big chapters)
"So, Director, what's your choice?"
There was a look of struggle on the director's face.
Few people can maintain a nonchalant attitude when facing death.
Especially just now, he watched Police Commissioner die in front of his eyes.
The courage he mustered up with Police Commissioner not long ago has now completely dissipated with the death of Police Commissioner.
The director really wanted to say I want to live, but he didn't know, or he felt that Jerome would not keep his promise.
Just like the time when Jerome attacked the Gotham police station today was not the same time as he said yesterday.
"I..." The director struggled for a long time, but Jerome did not urge him. He just asked the fat man's subordinate to record the whole board with a camera.
Until a few minutes later, the director seemed to have been smashed out of a jar, and his whole body was piled on the chair like a deflated balloon, and he struggled to say a word.
"I want to live!"
In fact, it is not difficult to understand, although the director feels that Jerome will most likely not keep his promise.
But what if?
What if Jerome would really keep his promise and spare his life?
Although if he survives through this method, he will definitely be criticized verbally and verbally by his political opponents and the public, and the police chief will definitely not be able to continue to be the police chief.
But at least you can still be alive, right?
"Very good!"
Hearing the director's answer, Jerome laughed and clapped.
"Mr. Director, as you all know, I am a person who keeps his promises," Jerome said with a smile, and showed Kadar Jhin's short gun in his hand. "I will ask you a question now. If you can answer the correct answer, then you can leave the police station."
The director breathed a sigh of relief, and a look of hope appeared on his face.
You only need to answer one question correctly and you will survive!
This isn't anything too difficult.
But then his eyes were filled with helplessness and despair.
Unexpectedly, I am the chief of the Gotham police station, and now I need to decide my life or death through a question!
"Okay, just ask."
"Very good!" Jerome stood in front of the director, "What could roll around in an alley with several holes in its body?"
When Jerome's question was asked, not only the director was a little dazed, but even Scarecrow and Jerome's subordinates were also a little dazed.
This question... isn't it the riddle Jerome asked on live TV yesterday?
The director quickly recovered after a brief daze.
Regarding this riddle, in fact, since Jerome raised it on live TV yesterday, it has almost become a topic of discussion throughout Gotham.
Gotham Police Station is naturally no exception.
After discussion among the police officers, they finally agreed that the answer to the riddle was the Waynes...
There was strong confidence in his eyes.
"It's the Waynes!"
After hearing the answer from the director, Jerome showed a look of surprise in his eyes.
He first turned his head and glanced at the camera lens held by the fat man's subordinates, and then looked at the director in surprise.
"Oh my God! Director, why do you think so? The answer is obviously just a bowling ball!" Then Jerome turned to look at the camera again and shouted from a distance. "Bruce·Young Master Wayne, I'm really sorry. I don't understand why Mr. Director would think so. It's so sinful! May God forgive him!"
When Jerome revealed that the answer was just a bowling ball, not only the expression on the director's face froze, but the expressions of the others also froze.
bowling?
Are you serious?
But when they carefully thought about the rationality of this answer, they suddenly discovered...
Damn it! It's really reasonable!
Holes in body, rolling in alleys...
Even for Scarecrow Jonathan, an outstanding graduate who had gone through the Arkham Asylum refresher course, this answer also came from his expectation.
His face was full of weirdness.
This junior Jerome, could it be that in Arkham Asylum's advanced training course, all he learned was about hell jokes?
At the same time, Jerome couldn't help but burst into laughter.
Although he said he was sorry, anyone who wasn't stupid could tell from his laughter that he did it on purpose!
After laughing, Jerome turned Kadar Jhin's short gun in his hand. He raised the muzzle and pointed it at the director.
"I'm very sorry, Mr. Director, you gave the wrong answer." Jerome put his finger on the trigger. "For your answer, to forgive you is what God has to do, and what I can do is send you to see God."
When he saw Jerome pointing a gun at him, the director had already closed his eyes in despair.
He knew that he was finished!
Now there is no need to worry about whether his answer is correct or reasonable.
But the next moment.
Scarecrow Jonathan, who had been standing next to Jerome, suddenly stretched out the sickle in his hand and blocked the muzzle of Jerome's gun.
Seeing this scene, the director's eyes were filled with hope again.
Although he didn't know why Scarecrow stopped Jerome, it was always good to be alive.
"Hey! Scarecrow, what are you doing!" Before Jerome could speak, Greenwood, who was holding a camera, couldn't help but angrily yelled at Scarecrow.
The smile on Jerome's face gradually disappeared, and the muzzle of the short gun in his hand gradually began to shift away from the direction of the director.
Just when the director and Jerome's subordinates thought that Jerome was going to fall out with Scarecrow Jonathan.
Jerome turned his gun to Greenwood.
"Touch!" Before Greenwood could react, Jerome shot him, turning it into a gorgeous flower of flesh and blood.
This flower is far more elegant and refined than the scrawled appearance of Greenwood before!
"Don't forget, I am the boss!" Jerome said, stepped forward to pick up the camera scattered on the flower of flesh and blood, turned the direction of the lens and continued filming.
After dealing with this, Jerome looked at Scarecrow Jonathan with doubtful eyes.
In fact, he didn't understand why the other party wanted to stop him.
But he knew one thing clearly: Arkham Asylum, who was also a training student, would not suddenly defect to the director's side!
Scarecrow Jonathan shook his head slightly at him.
"Leave this person to me to kill." The deep and hoarse voice sounded again.
The fire of hope that the director had just kindled in his heart was extinguished again!
Jerome nodded clearly.
Perhaps it is because both of them were born in Arkham Asylum and have the same encounters and experiences, so there is some natural trust and the same camp between the two people.
Of course, trust is trust, and Jerome still understands one of the truths.
Scarecrow must have his purpose in choosing to cooperate with him.
It's just that Jerome can't imagine why Scarecrow Jonathan must choose to kill the director with his own hands?
"Okay."
As Jerome finished speaking, Scarecrow slowly walked to the director.
The director also couldn't guess Scarecrow's purpose in doing this, because he knew he was finished!
Under the desperate eyes of the director, Scarecrow did not abuse him in any way, but just waved the sickle in his hand at the director.
A black shadow flew out from the scythe. The shape of the black shadow was like a crow. In just a blink of an eye, the crow merged into the director's body.
Jerome's eyes flashed.
Is this the ability that Dean Li Wei gave to Scarecrow?
Jerome knows that for every person who successfully graduates from the Arkham Asylum advanced training course, Dean Li Wei will give that person some abilities that are beyond the understanding of ordinary people.
For example, the Hero Template of Kadar Jhin on him.
Jerome used a camera to record this scene completely.
Scarecrow Jonathan naturally noticed Jerome's actions, but he just glanced at the camera and did not say anything to stop it.
As the black shadow of the crow merged into the director's body.
The director's expression instantly changed from despair to fear.
He stared blankly at a certain place in the air, and seemed to see some pictures that were difficult for ordinary people to understand.
The director struggled hard.
Unfortunately, he was tied to the chair, and the rope was very strong, and he couldn't break free at all.
As the director continued to struggle, a large amount of blood gradually oozed from his mouth and nose.
Until the end, the director completely lost his breath of life.
At this time, the director's body was completely soaked with blood seeping from his mouth and nose!
Then Scarecrow Jonathan stepped forward again and waved the sickle in his hand. The sickle showed a sharpness that was completely inconsistent with its worn appearance, and easily cut off the director's head.