Practice from Naruto World

Chapter 243 Twists and turns (4K)

"Damn it, you..." Galavan saw that Jerome was not showing off, so he lowered his voice and said, "It seems that you really listened to Bruce's words that day."

Jerome giggled, "That's right, thanks to my lovely Gotham Prince's reminder, I really sorted out my position. I wanted to thank my little benefactor, but unfortunately he left early, no Give me a chance to thank you in person.

After all, how could I really be sober without him? It made me realize that no matter how great a feat I accomplished in Gotham, I would always be a puppet in your hands.

I have always followed your will and your script. Although it is indeed very good and wonderful, it is only your Galavan's art, not my Jerome's.

In other words, I am the perfect pawn that you carefully selected and cultivated. I don’t know when I will not be needed by you. At that time, I will be no different from garbage. The only difference is when to throw it away.

How can I bring real fear to Gotham? How can I bring real faith to the people of Gotham? How can a puppet have his own thoughts!"

Talk about it, Jerome and Galavan are getting closer and closer, so close that his face has already rushed to Galavan's chest, Jerome poked his nose forward, sucked hard from his chest to his cheek, and sniffed Galavan. The smell of the tattoo.

The live camera faithfully broadcast this scene. Although due to the distance, the whispers between the two were not spread, but everyone could clearly see their every move.

"You are my mentor and the guide of my art. Are you proud of me at this moment? After all, your students are already better than blue, and have completely escaped your cage.

After taking this important step today, I will have a complete personality and have my own thoughts.Starting today, I am qualified to truly bring change and faith to Gotham. "

Facing the funny clown face in front of him, Galavan was not only not angry, but disdainful: "You idiot, you still want to surpass me, but it's a pity that you made a mistake."

I saw Galavan, while being handcuffed, sank quickly, slid out sideways, stepped on his shoulders, and knocked Jerome into the air like a bell.

Just like that, Jerome, who was originally very proud, flew backwards two or three meters, and his whole back hit the ground. The remote control he was holding tightly in his hand also fell out under the impact and rolled away. It's far away.

The chest was severely injured, and the breath was stuffed in the chest cavity, his face was flushed, and he didn't even cry out.

Galavan did not let go of such a good opportunity, and flew forward.

A swoop, with his back to the guests and the camera in the audience, strangled Jerome's neck with the chain of handcuffs on his hands.

"You made the biggest mistake, that is, you misjudged the strength of both parties," Galavan sneered, "The reason why I dare to design such a dangerous behavior is because of my confidence in my own strength. , I received the knight training of the paladins. For the past 5 years, I have continued to train every day, regardless of the cold or heat.

Just you, Jerome, let alone you, a clown who can't stand on the stage, in a one-on-one situation, even the special forces are no match for me. "

Hearing Galavan's words, the clown admitted his mistake in time. Even though his face was purple and his veins were exposed, he still struggled desperately and said, "I see, you are indeed my teacher."

Afterwards, Jerome even forced out a stiff smile: "When I go back, I will start exercising, and I will find someone to learn from, and I will learn Kung Fu! Husband!"

Regarding this, Galavan curled his lips in disdain, "You still want to go back, where? Return to the soul?"

In response to Galavan's sarcasm, Jerome was still laughing, even though he was completely suffocated and his eyes were bloodshot, he was still laughing.

Suffocating his last breath, he hoarsely said an onomatopoeia, "Boom!"

Galavan immediately thought of the bomb remote control, but when he turned around, he found that his sister Tabitha had picked it up.

Seeing his brother looking back at him, he quickly showed the remote control to Galavan, and smiled and said: "No problem, the danger has been eliminated."

Feeling the chills on his own hair and the ubiquitous sense of crisis, Galavan knew that things were not that simple, and there must be something he hadn't noticed, so he immediately yelled at his sister: "Tabitha! Get down! It's dangerous!"

Feeling that the sense of crisis enveloping him was getting stronger, Galavan hurriedly prepared to defend himself, and even the clown who had been strangled in his hands couldn't help but let go.

Seeing her brother screaming ferociously, Tabitha has not yet reacted: "What?"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

A series of explosions sounded, Galavan glanced away, and the toy pigeon on the plate was intact, still maintaining the pecking motion.

The explosion didn't come from the bomb pigeon, the flames burst from under the floor instead!
The entire hall was instantly turned into a sea of ​​flames. The floor was broken, the ceiling collapsed, and the flames soared into the sky. The wails of the surrounding guests were all covered up.

All of a sudden, even the live broadcast signal of the TV was directly cut off. All the viewers who were waiting before the live broadcast saw a white light, followed by a blue screen.

……

"Cough cough cough cough, ha ha ha, cough cough cough, ha ha ha ha!"

The impact of the explosion directly lifted Galavan, who was still squatting, into the air, while Jerome, who was lying on the ground, did not suffer much impact.

Apart from the fact that his entire head turned purple from being strangled, there was nothing serious about him. After struggling to get up, the first thing he did was laugh at Galavan.

This explosion was carefully planned by Jerome, and the entire explosion area was deliberately avoided from the entire stage. After all, in Jerome's script, he would never leave the stage no matter what.

Although they deviated from the center of the stage because of being knocked into the air, and were more or less affected by the explosion, they were still better than those guests in the audience. nothing.

"My dear mentor, you really disappointed me. Since you know that I guessed your plan, you think I haven't changed the script? You're still staring at the remote control!"

The soaring fire distorted the air, and even Jerome's staggering figure became gloomy in the flames.

"Hahahahaha, I have written a new script a long time ago! This time, I am the director as well as the screenwriter, and even the protagonist in my script!"

Looking at the ruined scene and the burning corpses, Galavan felt regret for the first time.

The visual stimulation made Galavan a little crazy: "You crazy! Do you know what you have done!"

The previous small fights can be exposed, but now that so many high-level bosses have died, strict investigations will inevitably be carried out, and what I have done is not perfect, and Galavan can hardly imagine the consequences.

"As Bruce said, I am a puppet and have no thoughts of my own, but it's different now, I have my own thoughts.

Speaking of which, thanks to you, my mentor, without your help, I would not have been able to transport all the explosives in, let alone complete my arrangement, hahahahaha!"

Jerome laughed maniacally and gradually walked towards the performance prop from before - a magic box used to perform "cutting a living person in half".

Push the hidden button on the top, push the box away from the place, and a big dark hole has been shaken below, which turned out to be a secret passage arranged in advance.

Jerome turned around and waved at Galavan who was still struggling in the sea of ​​flames, then jumped and escaped from the sea of ​​flames: "Goodbye! Bye~"

Then, a more violent explosion erupted throughout the venue!
This time the explosion was extremely violent. Although the live TV broadcast was interrupted, the three people sitting in the car all felt the violent explosion sound, especially the second time, the intensity was simply too much.

Bruce hurriedly stepped forward to switch the channel, trying to find out if any reporter outside the venue had a live broadcast, but he did find it unexpectedly.

Due to the delay of the signal broadcast, the first explosion of the hotel happened to be seen in the picture at this time. I saw the entire three-story building of the Gotham Hotel. Under the attack of the explosion, all the glass was completely broken, and there were many corpses , Gravel flew out together with the blast wave.

Looking from the outside, the entire hotel was filled with flames, and even the top roof cracked under the successive explosions.

As for the first floor, after the explosion, the entire lobby was blocked, and the GCPD, which originally wanted to prevent people from rushing in, could only wait and see.

After all, they are only paid 3000 yuan a month by the government, and there is no need to work hard at such a time. After all, it is not their small soldiers who have the opportunity to take the blame for the liquidation.

Seeing the explosion, Bruce, who was still hugging and watching Jerome and Galavan dog-biting, no longer had the calmness he had before.

From his clenched fists, it can be seen that his heart is not at peace.

"What? Do you still want to turn around and rush in to save people?" Seeing Bruce's state is not right, Cobblepot is not used to him, "What do you think you can do in this kind of flames and explosions? Save people? I It seems that it is almost like sending him to death.

If you really feel unwilling and want to do something, then hurry up and practice until the King Kong is not bad, and you can directly bring people back to life with a magic spell. At that time, you can do whatever you want, just like that Manhattan Like a doctor, even if you want to make Gotham crime-free, you can do it with just one thought.

What's the use of you making that look? Who is it for? Jerome can see it? Or Galavan can see it? So stop.

Keep your current sense of humiliation firmly engraved in your heart, and feel it again whenever you practice in the future. This will become the driving force for your growth!"

At this moment, the Gotham Hotel exploded for the third time, far more powerful than before.

There have been two explosions before Youqian, and the crowd outside the hotel has already spread out. As a result, the air wave of this explosion not only pushes the trucks in front of the GCPG, but also blows the tempered glass. It was all shattered, not to mention the crowd still standing guard outside.

The camera that had been shooting the sea of ​​flames on the second floor of the hotel did not survive the explosion.

"Boom boom boom!"

After a series of explosions, the screen also turned into a black screen, but under the shattered lens, people saw the last look at the Gotham Hotel, yes the last look.

This explosion directly razed the seven-and-a-half-story hotel to the ground, and the clown dedicated his life to this appearance.

For this kind of explosion, Bruce calmed down. After all, what Coppert said was right, what's the use of rushing in? Under such an explosion, I can't do anything, and it only affects the people around me .

So Bruce suppressed the anger in his heart towards Galavan and others, and relieved the depression in his chest: "Huh~ Jerome is really an out-and-out lunatic.

Judging from the explosion, he didn't want any of the participants to leave alive at all, and it didn't make any difference whether I was there or not.

The only thing I can change in it is to increase the death toll for this accident, and let the reporter add an additional draft tonight. "

However, Bruce didn't say a word, that is, after these people died, his previous investigation about the owl court was cut off.

You must know that the people attending the meeting today are all the real power and powerful people of Gotham and their families, and several of them have been labeled by Bruce.

It's just that no definite evidence has been found, especially the deputy director of the Armed Inspection Department of the state tax bureau. Although this person is usually inconspicuous, he has great power.

……

In the early morning, Washington, a private villa in the suburbs.

An internal private phone line rang melodiously in the bedroom, breaking the rare tranquility. The hostess of the house even pushed her spouse to wake up and asked him to answer the phone quickly.

Strong cheered up, knowing that something big must happen, otherwise the dedicated line would never ring, and the man who turned on the warm lamp was none other than Lieutenant Colonel Daniel Truman, the grandson of the 33rd Truman.

"Hi, this is Dan..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the other end of the phone: "Daniel, your father is dead."

"Really? How did you die?" Daniel, who was still a little sleepy, immediately woke up, glanced vaguely at his wife who was sleeping on the bed, and walked slowly to the study.

The voice on the phone continued: "Your father attended a charity dinner today, and a madman appeared at the venue and blew up the entire hotel.

You will know the specific situation by reading the Gotham news tomorrow morning, as long as you know the reason for my visit, I think you know the meaning of this call, right?"

(End of this chapter)