Griffin was stunned by Jason's words.
Can you still play like this
In an instant, Griffin reacted.
"Yeah, what does the driver have to do with me, Griffin, who's a weirdo in cotton?"
"I injured my foot and was lying in the hospital."
Griffin laughed.
Edward and Bancy also reacted.
"yes!"
"Those attackers must be militants who are dissatisfied with the arrest of their old lair. What does it have to do with us?"
"I'm going back now to solve this case with all my strength!"
Edward said righteously.
"So… "
"Let's leave it alone, everyone."
With that said, Griffin turned the steering wheel.
The car stopped.
Jason and Edward got out of the car respectively.
One towards 'Watch Dog's Bakery' on Pea Point Street.
One threw the cloak on the car and walked towards the police station.
Looking at the two people going away, Griffin shook his head and restarted the car.
"Hopefully it's over!"
"I don't want to be involved in any dangerous incident by you again."
"I'm a wounded man!"
"A wounded man with a wounded foot!"
Griffin emphasized.
"Then you still drift?"
Little Bancy asked back.
"The head can be broken, but the hairstyle can't be messed up."
"I have an injured foot, so I can't stop drifting."
Griffin answered seriously.
Then, he turned his head and asked little Bancy.
"Is the posture I just drifted handsome?"
"Is there a beautiful woman screaming for me?"
"No."
Little Bansy shook his head, and then replied with the same earnest tone: "There are all men there, they are indeed screaming for you, and they are all crawling."
"Hey, hey, will you have no friends like this?"
"Don't forget that I got the 'typewriter' and the current car!"
Griffin raised his voice.
"Um."
"Now I suspect that you, Griffin, are not only cheating, but also hiding arms and stealing."
"After this matter is over, I will investigate further."
Little Banxi nodded and said meticulously.
Griffin fell silent for a moment.
There was a word in his heart, and he didn't know whether to say it or not.
After watching Griffin remain silent, little Bancy raised the corner of his mouth quietly.
…
There was still chaos in front of the police station, attracting most people's attention, which made Edward easily avoid most people's sight, and returned to the police office with a cup of coffee.
Less than two minutes after he sat down, there was a knock on the door.
Boom, boom, boom.
"Please come in."
Edward said.
The voice fell, and a middle-aged man with a dark complexion pushed the door and entered.
The man was wearing a dark brown trench coat, black pants, and a sweater inside.
As soon as the door was opened, there were pieces of cups on the ground and coffee on the table.
"Captain Edward, where were you before?"
After the other party walked in, he asked directly.
"You're interrogating me, Sheriff Clive?"
"besides… "
"Please call me Deputy Chief Edward."
Edward picked up his coffee and took a sip before replying unhurriedly.
The black-faced man froze.
After a few seconds, he continued.
"Director Cecil asked me to ask you."
"oh?"
"Cecile?"
"Why didn't he come himself?"
"Are you worried that I will shoot him down in anger?"
Edward sneered.
"you?!"
The black policeman in front of him was stunned, and he opened his mouth wide, never thinking that Edward would say such a thing.
"Get back."
"Don't make me grab your evidence."
"Otherwise I will send you to the electric chair myself."
Edward snapped.
Clive was stunned for a moment, and then, in that moment, the cup of hot coffee was splashed on his face.
"ah!"
The sheriff screamed, and then he was kicked out by Edward.
People in the hallway were startled.
Looking at Clive who fell to the ground, he was completely at a loss as to what to do.
"I want to thank those attackers."
"Although I will investigate who they are."
"But I don't need commands from people like you."
Edward's growling voice echoed in the corridor.
Such a voice naturally reached Cecil's ears.
Feeling Edward's angry and angry shout, Cecil, who was focused on making money, couldn't help but frown.
"It's really not him?"
"Are they really those militants?"
"But aren't those militants members of Congressman David?"
"Could it be..."
Suddenly, Cecil thought of something.
David is a member of parliament and a strong contender for the mayor of Xinde City.
but,
Not the only one.
Several others are contenders for the congressman.
Could it be those who took this opportunity to...
Thinking of this, cold sweat instantly appeared on this person's forehead.
He immediately stood up, picked up his coat, and walked out.
While walking, he said to the secretary in the office:
"I'm a little uncomfortable. I'll take a break for a while. The previous case and the case that happened just now are handed over to... Edward! Yes, it's Deputy Director Edward."
"He is in charge of the recent police station affairs!"
Cecil paused and decided on the candidate.
Cecil is very clear about the virtues of other guys.
Let those people go 'to make money', one is better than the other.
But maintaining order and solving crimes
He could think of no one but Edward.
For a long time, he didn't have any good feelings for Edward, who was not in the same camp as him.
But at this moment, a sense of joy rose from the bottom of his heart.
Fortunately, there is still Edward!
With such gratitude, Cecil left the police station.
However, he didn't go home.
Instead, he drove onto Sausage Street.
Since he was not feeling well, he naturally needed to see a doctor.
Dr. Hannibal of Sausage Street is well-known, so he is naturally the first choice.
…
Jason returned to 'Watch Dog's Bakery' through the window.
The hockey mask and machete continued to be hidden.
The blood-stained homeless costume, after Jason changed the furniture and clothing, he disposed of it.
After doing all this, Jason smelled a faint scent of pastries.
The female pastry chef is obviously preparing pastries for sale.
Cream, chocolate, bananas, strawberries.
The sweet smell instantly dilutes the smell of blood in his nose.
"What will you have for lunch?"
Jason guessed.
And just downstairs, the female pastry chef returned to the shop with a bag in her arms, and walked to the oven. She calmly threw the blood-stained homeless man's clothing into the oven.
Not an oven.
It is a stove for boiling sugar and making some scraps.
Among the firewood, the clothes were blazing.
The female pastry chef poked the clothes a few times with a fire hook to let them burn fully before putting the kettle on the stove.
Then, the female pastry chef looked towards the second floor.
Her eyes were burning and intoxicated.
However, after a while, it was a daze.
The female pastry chef seemed to wake up from sleep.
She exclaimed.
"Ah, forgot to whip the cream!"