Jason was used to Peters knowing everything.
Although he doesn't understand.
But without explanation, Jason thought it was a good thing.
Following the fragrance, Jason walked quickly in the night port.
That guy just now was only contaminated with the smell of food, not the real owner of 'food'.
But Jason didn't care.
He's here to clean up some 'pests' for his cousin.
He came to avenge his dog.
So he's dying to find more 'abrasive' people.
As for interrogation
Too much trouble.
He doesn't want to know those things.
No time to know those things either.
He just needs to know how to follow the breath of 'food' to find these people, and then chop them up one by one.
leftover
Gerrard will handle it.
Jason believed in Gerrard's ability.
Just as he believes in his keen perception of 'food'.
Pier cabins.
This is the resting place of the wharf overseer during the day.
At night, it is the place where the other party rests.
Leaning against the wooden wall, the overseer sitting on the bed collected some of today's deductions.
"170 del..."
"These guys have been slacking off a bit lately."
"How dare you not work hard for Master Root."
"I'll smoke more tomorrow."
"There are also those foremen, asking them to find some children, it is so troublesome."
The reduction of coins and the unfinished task made Root very angry.
He grabbed the wine beside him and gulped it down.
Gudong, Gudong.
puff!
Lute, who was drinking, suddenly stopped, his head stiffened and slowly lowered, his eyes looked at the point of the knife protruding from his chest in disbelief.
There is obviously a wall behind me!
Before dying, Root was still thinking about it.
Jason drew his knife without hesitation and left.
This is also a person contaminated with the smell of food.
As for entering
Jason's nose told Jason there was nothing worth caring about inside.
What's more, he had already seen everything inside through the window just now.
"Next!"
With a flick of the blood on the blade, Jason sank into the darkness of the night.
The evening sea breeze blows through Hans Harbour.
Cozy and comfortable.
Like a goddess' hand brushing over the pearl on her neck.
Unknowingly attracts attention.
Hans Harbor, known as the "Pearl" of the Federation... Before Jason came.
This 'pearl' is bright and eye-catching.
At least on the surface.
But with Jason's arrival, the bright and dazzling darkness, like pus in a pustule, was squeezed out with a puff, spraying the face of the 'abrasive society' hidden in the dark.
Tread Tread.
Alec, who looked like a bounty hunter, ran quickly in the corridor.
This made the guests of the 'Fat Head Fish Hotel' shout and curse about their origins.
Some impatient people got up to watch the door.
However, after seeing the long sword and musket on Alec's waist, he shrank back wisely, closed the door, and lay down on the bed again.
Man wants to live.
You have to follow your heart.
The less trouble, the better.
to live long.
If it was normal, Alec would definitely boast about it, this is his favorite thing to do.
Half of it is camouflage.
half
It is true.
But today, Alex didn't stop at all.
With a gloomy face, he ran towards the door.
7 points of contact!
Including the most secretive one!
Lost contact just now!
Gerrard's revenge
impossible!
Even if Gerald would find a contact point or two at most, it was absolutely impossible to find that hidden contact point.
What's more, once Gerald uses a large number of people, he can't hide it from them.
"Damn it!"
"What's going on?"
With doubts, Alec pushed open the door of the hotel.
Then,
The knife flashed!
Alec, who was caught off guard, never expected to be attacked when he opened the door.
However, as one of the leaders of the "Abrasion Society" who can be in charge of many contact points, he is naturally outstanding. The long sword on his waist was unsheathed with a clang.
Whoosh!
The long sword stabbed at the attacker faster than the machete.
Alec sneered as he looked at the assailant who covered his face with a hockey mask.
He is fully confident that the opponent will withdraw his knife to block.
And just block it!
He won!
You know, although he is best at swordsmanship, his ultimate move is not the long sword in his hand!
The killing intent in his heart made the long sword in Alec's hand faster.
Then, the long sword pierced the chest of the assailant wearing a hockey mask in front of him.
The short-handled broad-bladed machete in the opponent's hand also passed Alec's neck.
puff!
Alec's eyes widened.
Why
You don't follow the routine!
Are you not afraid of death
Until his death, the leader of the 'Abrasion Society' did not close his eyes.
Jason drew out the long sword that the opponent had pierced into his chest.
clang!
clang!
The long sword was thrown to the ground by Jason, and there was a sound of metal falling behind him.
It was a dagger.
A dagger that smells like food.
Of the three food scents that Jason tracked, the weakest one.
The stronger the breath, the longer it will last.
Naturally, it is necessary to trace from the weakest strand.
"Air control?"
Jason held the extremely sharp dagger and licked it without hesitation.
Ice cold.
There is sweetness.
But it's more milky.
Little pudding
Jason sucked hard.
Immediately, the abnormally sharp dagger rotted away.
[Swallow a small amount of Swamp Hunter (Essence)]
[Physical strength, experienced moderate recovery]
[Saturation +4]
[Saturation: 19]
…
The fatal damage just now consumed 3 points of satiety to heal, and the 4 points at this moment instantly make up for the consumption, and there is an extra point.
Jason glanced at it, but wasn't too excited.
Because, he knows very well that the real big head is in the back.
It's just the weakest one.
There are two more!
Twitching his nostrils, Jason followed the smell of food and walked quickly again.
But at this moment, the 'Holy Church' hidden in Hans Harbor by the 'Abrasion Society' was completely messed up.
"what happened?"
"Why do the mental imprints disappear one by one?"
"Where's Alec?"
"Where did Alec go?"
Blatter, the bishop of the 'temple' whose prayer was interrupted, shouted angrily.
The sound shook the entire secret room, trembling.
Dust fell in a flurry.
But none of the people around dared to dodge, let the dust fall on their bodies, and their bodies stood up straight.
Until Blatter's voice fell.
A servant said tremblingly:
"My lord bishop..."
"Master Alec's spiritual brand has also disappeared."
"What?"
The bishop was taken aback.
The angry brain instantly woke up.
Subconsciously, the other party thought of a person: Gerald.
"What is Gerald doing?"
the bishop asked directly.
"Gerrard did not leave 111 Durham Street, our 'alarm bells' did not ring."
"The harbor guards and the army did not move either."
The servant reported.
"Then what are these disappearing spiritual imprints?"
"How were they exposed?"
"Could it be that someone found them after smelling them?"
The bishop roared, and again the people around him remained silent.
However, the next moment, the bishop said directly:
"Transfer! Everyone transfer immediately!"
Everyone acted quickly as if they were being pardoned.
And at this moment,
The door of the chamber of secrets.
But slowly opened.
Squeak!
Through the crack of the door, a hockey mask was slowly revealed.