Chapter 7: Not Threatened

"Seres, a barbecue rice, a dot, and a chicken roll—what are the wine recommendations?"

Seres looked at Jude in surprise and said, "When did you start drinking? I remember you never ordering wine."

"That was me who used to be. Ever since I lay in bed for three days, I have found that wine is a good thing. It can make me more energetic as I drink."

"You pay; you have the final say; how about tequila? When you come to the Mexican territory, if you don't drink tequila, you are not a friend."

"Your recommendation must be correct."

During the time between serving, the two chatted with each other. Seres suddenly remembered about Bigfoot and couldn't help asking, "Man, have the Bigfoot people looked for you?"

Jude wanted to say yes, but he changed his words to no. After all, five people died. There is no need for such a thing.

"Isn't there? But I guess it's the last one or two days, buddy. I have a suggestion."

Jude looked at Seres playfully and asked, "What? You want my car too?"

Seres chuckled and said, "Who wouldn't want it? It's an antique from 1957. Some so many people want it. I don't understand why you, a guy who usually can't even get 100 dollars, should stick to it. A car? As long as you are willing to sell, you can become a millionaire right away."

"Who told you that I kept it?"

Ceres' eyes lit up. "So you plan to sell?"

"I have this plan, but unfortunately, the car is no longer there."

Seres was surprised: "Did you sell it to someone else? We are good guys; I have the first purchase right. For this, I will earn you one dollar less for each chicken roll."

"I didn't sell it to others."

"Huh, that's pretty much the same."

"I took it apart."

I was stunned for a second before Seres reacted.

"What the hell! Are you crazy?"

"Of course not; I am more awake than ever; the car just changed its form; it is still by my side."

Jude said, patting the laser transmitter around his waist.

Seres said angrily, "Jude Herbert, starting today, you no longer want to have the $1 privilege, and everything must be paid in full."

The lady boss Anna walked over at this time and glared at her husband annoyingly but comforted: "Herbert, without a car, Bigfoot will make trouble for you; how do you deal with it?"

"It's very simple; tell them who is the boss!"

Both couples showed black question-mark expressions at the same time.

"Herbert, did you sleep stupidly for three days? What nonsense are you talking about? You should run away at this time, or look forward to Batman coming."

DiDi...

Suddenly, Jude's cell phone rang. He looked down, then smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'm sure I can deal with it."

On the screen of the mobile phone, four big men in black windbreakers walked quickly into the street. Without any hesitation, they went straight to the apartment building where Jude lived.

"Suspicious guy, let me see what you guys are here for."

Jude scooped up the barbecue rice with a spoon and stuffed it in his mouth, watching the picture on the monitor carefully.

The moment they entered the apartment building, these people opened their windbreakers and took out long and short cannons, ranging from pistols to semi-automatics.

"Very well, it came to see me. It is impossible to hide two troublemakers in a building."

Then the screen went black and then lit again after a few seconds, and the group of windbreakers had already stood outside Jude's room.

The leader made a few gestures, and someone immediately came up behind and knocked on the door, while others hid away from the cat's eyes.

But I found that no one answered after knocking several times. The leader made a gesture again, and the others swarmed, slammed the door open, and rushed in.

But these people are stupid after entering the room; the room is messy, there is almost no place to stay, and the target person is not there.

"Joe, what shall we do if no one is here?"

"Wait, he will come back, a scum, just got some money, maybe he is breastfeeding in the arms of which w****, but when the money is spent, he will return to his dog cage."

After talking about the four people leaning in Jude's room and smoking, no one noticed that in the corner under the bed, the eyes of Butter Robot No. 1 lit up.

In the restaurant, Jude tilted Erlang's legs and poured a mouthful of tequila. The feeling was very sour and refreshing. At the same time, he simply clicked a button on the phone.

"Command input, start attack mode!"

The butter robot made a nonsensical mechanical sound, which immediately attracted the attention of the black windbreaker.

"Someone!"

"Who is there?"

"get out!"

The black windbreakers reacted quickly, and the guns were loaded instantly, looking for the sound source in the room.

At this time, a little robot, thirty centimeters tall, grumbled out of the bed, looking funny, and the four of them were relieved when they saw it.

"Unexpectedly, this guy is still a robot enthusiast. The money he extorted was not to buy a Gun.

They were laughing at Jude, but they did not prevent the red light from flashing in Butler Robot No. 1's eyes, they suddenly raised their arms and fired violently. The revolver barrel on the arm turned rapidly, ejecting two tongues of flame.

The accuracy of the robot far exceeds that of human beings. Even with 20 rounds per second, it can still die without injury. Three of the four black windbreakers were headshots, beaten like a watermelon, and the other had their limbs penetrated but was not dead.

Then the butler robot grumbled and drove in front of the surviving black windbreaker, and the barrel of the black arm was aimed at him.

"Instruction: Prohibit action, offenders; kill without pardon!"

Even though the black windbreaker was in pain, he didn't dare to move anymore, only cursing in his heart about this unlucky task.

"Good boy!"

In the restaurant, Jude slapped his thigh and praised him.

I took a few sips of the remaining agave, paid the same amount, and even tipped 10% more, and Jude hurried home excitedly

Neighbour Bandera slept very early and slept very heavily, and the gunfight time was very short. She found no abnormalities. In addition, this apartment is extremely old and does not have many residents. It doesn't matter

 if there are gunshots. Don't forget, this is Gotham.

"Let me see who this is and which kitten is trapped."

Jude opened the door grinningly, then locked it back, squatting down and looking at the only survivor.

"Man, you broke into my room without my permission. I think we need to talk, are you right?"

The black windbreaker grinned with pain, but he smiled when he saw Jude. He knew very well that it was impossible to negotiate with robots, but people could negotiate terms. In Gotham, few people dared to offend his boss, Penguin.

"Boy, your name is Jude Herbert, right? Do you know who I am?"

"I don't know, but I want to know; maybe you can talk about it."

"Tell me clearly, my boss is Mr. Oswald; how about it? Are you scared?"

"Oswald, a little familiar; wait, does he have another name called Penguin?"

The black windbreaker glared at Jude and said, "Don't you dare to call this name, and be careful that he will chop you up and feed you to the fish?"

Jude laughed. "The second question is, why does the Penguin want to kill me?"

The black windbreaker frowned, and the guy in front of him didn't seem to be afraid of his boss.

"I will ask again, why would the Penguin want to kill me?"

"I don't know; we are just following orders."

The two looked at each other in silence. The man in black was about to say something when suddenly his neck hurt and he had lost consciousness.

"It seems I have to ask him in person."