Gotham Laugher

Chapter 50 Dress Up
Sure enough, after ten seconds.

Xing Zhen walked out of the room.

It's just that he didn't have any medicine or coins in his hand, but just an extra pair of handcuffs.

Time passed by minute by minute.

When it was close to midnight, Roker sighed and lifted his leg that had been shot by the bullet.

If he didn't get the bullet out, he might be done for.

Being crippled all his life was not his thing.

Luo Ke took off his shirt and bit it in his mouth. He didn't use any tools, but directly inserted his fingers into his wound.

Suddenly, a terrible pain came.

The degree of this pain is close to the level of fainting, and it is really not something ordinary people can bear.

Sharp, persistent, spread all over the body.

Luo Ke wished he could shoot himself directly, and then let Batman resurrect himself, which would be a little faster.

"Ding Dong~"

The bullet was dug out, Luo Ke quickly wrapped the wound with a cloth strip.

He is also glad that he is really lucky.

He didn't hit an artery or a vein or a bone, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to do it with his own hands, it was a massive bleeding.

But look at the dress on his body now.

Luo Ke fell into depression again.

His coat was thrown away when he disturbed Gordon just now, and there were a lot of blood stains on his pants. Let alone a policeman, any three-year-old child could see that there was something wrong with him.

So far, he still has three bullets in his body.

It's no problem to grab a clothing store...

Enrith Tailoring.

This is a traditional tailor shop specializing in custom-made suits for high-end people.

Enris, that is, the store manager of this clothing store.

He's always considered himself a man who can take on new things, and that's a great thing for him.

For him, art determines life.

He can use the experience of many people to make different suits, which also represents the uniqueness of each person.

So there is no ready-to-wear in his store.

And some time ago, he made a suit like this.

This is a down and out comedian.

He has no academic qualifications, no ability, and suffers from a disease that often makes him unable to control his laughter.

He's going to a TV show.

He doesn't know much about other things.

He originally wanted to make a suit for the poor man that fit his life experience, but unfortunately he thought it was too expensive, so he went next door and bought a red costume.

Enris felt really sorry.

He considers himself an artist, and he himself is not short of money, and the high price is just because he thinks his artwork is worth that value.

"boom!"

Just when he was taking advantage of his spare time in the afternoon to make a cup of black tea and intend to take a leisurely break, the door to which he had clearly hung the resting sign was kicked open.

He was so scared that he accidentally spilled part of the black tea on his pants.

at this time.

A shirtless man with a blood hole in his trousers limped in.

"Sir, I'm closing the door."

"Oh, really." Luo Ke aimed at the sign of the gate behind him and shot it, directly smashing the wooden sign to pieces, and the gate kicked open by him seemed very ironic.

"Okay, now the door is open, you, find me a set of clothes immediately, otherwise, I will sew your mouth and eyes with a sewing machine, and then take off your clothes and wear them."

Facing Luo Ke's threat, Enlis swallowed.

"Well, I don't have ready-made clothes here. I only have a set of ready-made suits. You can wear them if you want."

Luo Ke nodded weakly, but he didn't let go of the hand holding the gun at all, "Take out the clothes and then lock yourself in the closet. I don't want to hurt you, OK?"

"OK, OK."

Enlis nodded, went to open the display cabinet, and took out the whole set of clothes.

Luo Ke didn't have any idea at first, but after seeing it clearly, he immediately stopped Enlis, "I said, don't you have any other clothes? What tailor would hang such a set of clothes in the shop!"

Luo Ke's expression now is really tangled and complicated.

The clothing in this window is a suit.

Printed blue shirt, green vest, and then a purple long suit and purple striped pants.

He is now wondering if this guy is the Bruce Wayne in his mind who came here to punish him.

What normal person would dress like this?

"No, this dress is still a work of art I made out of a sudden inspiration." Enlis said with a bitter face.

Rock sighed dejectedly.

"Into the closet."

Enris hurriedly did so, while Luo Ke grabbed his clothes and sat down on his seat.

Five minutes later, he had the suit on and it fit like magic, as if it was meant to be done in the first place.

Luo Ke took a picture in front of the mirror.

His messy hair seems a bit weird.

"No, like this, won't it be too eye-catching?" Luo Ke was depressed, he really disliked this dress, but it was very comfortable to wear.

Pomade brushed aside.

After thinking for three seconds, Luo Ke took a handful and wiped it on his head, and then fiddled with it casually, making his hair into a big back.

Fortunately, his hair is dark brown, otherwise it would look a little weird.

But don't know why.

Looking at his own attire, he felt like something was missing.

It's like your friend or parent gave you a suit of clothes that you thought you would never wear, but the other party just wanted you to try it.

You put it on with a perfunctory attitude.

It turned out that the effect of the upper body was not bad, so I began to subconsciously complete it and get some more matching outfits.

For example, in order to match a leather jacket, I went to have my hair permed and put on lipstick or something.

And Luo Ke found a pair of purple gloves for himself in the store, took a pair of original sunglasses, and finally put on a hat.

Don't say it.

The tailor's workmanship is really good.

Luo Ke was originally sloppy, but after putting it on like this, he still looked decent, with the feeling of an aristocratic gentleman.

It's just a weird color.

As for the boss, Luo Ke didn't think about killing people to silence him.

Firstly, he really didn't have many bullets, and secondly, his current physical fitness might not be able to beat this boss.

can get this far.

It's also because the other party has no intention of resisting at all.

"Can I call you Mr. joker now?" came the voice of Bruce Wayne in his brain.

Rock rolled his eyes.

"What, whose patent is this outfit? No one else can wear purple clothes except him. I said I was in COS Doctor Jackal, but I didn't choose the right color for the clothes!"

(End of this chapter)