Jason saw the newspapers on the breakfast table.
Gichel didn't have the habit of subscribing to newspapers, but after finding out that Jason seemed to like reading newspapers, she deliberately walked to the corner newspaper to buy them.
Jason looked at the big and bold fonts, looked at his photos, and looked at the 5% increase in [City Recognition], eating breakfast in silence.
Large lunch meat sandwich and hot milk.
There is sugar in milk.
Warm and sweet.
The luncheon meat came with a fried egg on the side.
The fried eggs are slightly burnt, and the meat is just soft and tender.
During the whole breakfast, Jason didn't say a word.
The female pastry chef looked at Jason worriedly.
She knew what happened last night.
Similarly, she also knew why such reports appeared in the newspapers.
David Jr.'s father.
MP David.
The opponent made a move.
Turn black and white.
Or…
Turn things around
Whatever it was, that little Davide must be all right.
just those girls...
Thinking of this, the eyes of the female pastry chef turned slightly red.
But, immediately, the female pastry chef turned her attention to Jason who stood up.
"Jason?"
The female pastry chef asked worriedly.
If it wasn't for Jason's habit of reading newspapers, she would never have given these newspapers to Jason.
She would rather Jason not know anything, lest the condition worsen.
"fine."
"Isn't Xinde City like this?"
"Like those people say, it's already changed."
"Become... Stranger."
Jason waved his hand and walked upstairs while talking.
When walking to the corner of the second floor, Jason turned his head and said to the female pastry chef, "I want to sleep for a while, call me for lunch."
After speaking, Jason walked into the utility room.
Click.
The door was gently closed, and the latch made a crisp sound.
Jason slowly took off his home outfit—it wasn't given by the female pastry chef, but it was the only set of clothes under his trolley that he could afford and could be regarded as passable.
Therefore, it is better not to stain such clothes with blood.
Especially the blood of some animals is full of stench.
Putting on the slightly dirty homeless costume again, Jason raised his hand from inside the clothes and took out the hockey mask.
He put on the mask slowly.
Take a deep breath.
Then, spit out heavily.
call!
The long-lost sense of comfort and security reappeared.
Picking up the machete with a wide blade and a short handle, the cold light on the knife was reflected on the eye sockets of the hockey mask. There was no flickering or moving in the eyes, but only a cold killing intent.
The world is dirty.
Naturally it needs cleaning.
Blood is the best cleaning agent.
…
Snapped!
Another cup was slammed on the ground by Edward.
The glass fell apart.
Whew, wheeze.
Edward gasped heavily.
Like a wounded beast.
No.
Wounded beasts still know how to lick their wounds, but Edward's wounds cannot heal.
He has been ignoring.
Or something to escape, just flung it directly in his face.
His nose was bruised and his face was swollen.
Beat him bloody.
hit him...
awake.
yes.
awake.
Edward turned his head and looked at the release order signed by the chief, with a grin on his lips.
Silent smile.
ferocious.
And, crazy.
He took out the key and opened the bottom drawer on the left side of the desk.
Inside was a revolver and rows of bullets.
The silver-white revolver has a slender muzzle with a hint of beauty.
Edward picked up the revolver, shook off the wheel slot, picked up the bullets and loaded them one by one.
God, no charge.
Him, come and collect.
…
"Ha ha ha ha!"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
After reading the morning newspaper, Griffin was lying on a hospital bed at the police station, laughing loudly, tears streaming down his face, and he was out of breath.
"This is Xinde City!"
he said.
Then, I shook my hands.
The handcuffs that bound his right hand made a burst of noise, which woke up little Bancy.
Little Bancy raised his head and looked away from the newspaper with a dazed look on his face.
"Hey, little Bancy."
"Don't be so uncomfortable."
"You have to learn to get used to it."
"You know, this is Xinde City!"
Griffin said with a smile.
"But, but..."
"He made so many mistakes."
"Shouldn't he be sanctioned by the law of Xindecheng?"
Little Banxi murmured.
"Sanctions under the law of Xinde City?"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Griffin laughed again, and then, he suddenly paused, and asked in a brisk voice: "The law is fair, it is the last hope of the people, and it is the umbrella of the weak, but that is elsewhere."
"In Xinde City?"
"The value of its existence is a tool for the strong... No, it should be a fig leaf for reckless deeds."
Griffin said and lay down again.
Then, he saw little Bancy stand up and run out.
"What are you doing?"
shouted Griffin.
"team leader!"
"The captain will have an accident!"
Little Banxi replied without looking back.
Edward
Shouldn't that guy be
Looks like a very calm person
Griffin was taken aback, thinking subconsciously, and then he suddenly thought of another man suffering from post-traumatic stress syndrome.
Suddenly, Griffin's expression changed.
He didn't want to get into any big trouble that couldn't be solved.
That madman must be stopped.
Thinking of this, Griffin shook his hand.
Click!
Just like that, the handcuffs that restrained him were released.
Then, the whole person limped and ran out.
However, the moment he went out, he turned around and pulled a hospital mattress, tore off the sheet with the number of the hospital bed printed on it, and just put the core on his head.
…
In the corridor of the police station, David in a decent suit led the young David in front, followed by the groveling chief.
"well done."
David said.
"Should, should."
"It is my honor to serve your Excellency."
The director bowed while speaking.
"If I succeed in running for mayor, I will have a place in the mayor's office for you or someone related to you."
David said in a low voice.
"It couldn't be better."
The chief bowed again and again.
Isn't that what he wants
You only need to move your pen a little and sign your name.
So why not do it
David ignored the chief, but looked at his son.
"Remember what I told you."
"There will be a reporter in a moment."
"You recite it directly - as for the veteran, I will deal with him afterwards."
David said, with a stern look on his face.
How could he not hate
The trump card he had hidden for many years was gone.
If Jason wasn't chopped into pieces, how could he get rid of the hatred in his heart.
However, that is later.
Now
A perfect press conference is the best ending to this matter.
Thinking of this, David raised his hands and pushed open the gate of the police station—
Squeak.
The door is open.