Clive, who was wrapped in gauze and clutched his waist, cautiously approached Pea Corner Street.
He always thought there was something wrong with Edward.
It was definitely not because Cecil had put Edward in charge of the police station temporarily. He ran out because he was worried about getting troubled, and he was unwilling to go home, so he came to look for evidence.
This Sheriff, didn't go straight into the 'Watch Dogs Bakery'.
He didn't think he was a match for that veteran without using a gun.
And want to ask directly
The relationship between the other party and Edward will definitely not cooperate.
Therefore, observing silently and looking for evidence is the best choice.
Then, Clive saw Jason running.
"Good physical strength."
"The speed is also good."
After just looking at it for a while, Clive had to admit that the veteran's physical strength was really good, and his speed was fast enough. Even if he used a gun, he was at most 50/50 with the opponent.
and…
"It's kind of the same size as the attacker with the knife."
Clive was not directly involved in the shootout outside the police station.
However, he saw the scene at that time from the police station.
Especially among a group of people armed with guns, the tall man who charged back and forth with a machete with a wide blade and a short handle left a deep impression on Clive.
At this moment, that figure and this figure in front of him are constantly overlapping.
Then, just as Clive was about to confirm something, the sheriff suddenly saw Jason covering his heart as he walked, and then, his seven orifices were bleeding.
Although it recovered quickly, but...
"Is this the person who is dying?"
"How could such a person be an attacker?"
"No wonder you're retiring from the army."
"There must be some hidden disease."
After being surprised, Clive couldn't help thinking.
Then, he saw Jason turn his head and look at himself.
The bloody face was really scary, especially the eyes. Clive felt as if he was being stared at by some beast. He couldn't help but took a few steps back, and subconsciously began to hold the gun tightly. handle.
But thankfully, Jason just took one look at him, turned around and left.
But even so, Clive was panting heavily.
He felt like he had just been torn apart in an instant.
How can it be
It's an illusion!
I must be staying up too late lately!
Clive comforted himself.
call.
As the cold wind blew, Clive, who was standing there, felt a dull pain again on the face that had been splashed by the hot coffee before. What was worse, the cold sweat overflowing from his forehead and cheeks was stinging and scalding, making him The wound felt hotter and hotter.
What am I doing
I can obviously go home and rest.
I'm hurt.
Why do I have to come here to blow the cold wind
Those things are none of my business, I'm just a pawn, why am I in a hurry
Under the cold wind, Clive instantly figured it out.
Clive, who would never admit that he was scared by Jason, couldn't help curling the corner of his mouth angrily, and was about to turn around and leave.
But when he turned around, the sheriff was taken aback.
Because, behind him, there is no one who knows when there is a person standing.
Wearing slightly tattered clothes, his face was filthy.
Holding a sign in his hand.
It said: Please do me a favor.
There is no doubt that this is a tramp, and, moreover, a disabled tramp.
When Clive looked at him, the other party pointed to his mouth and made the sound of 'Aba, Aba'.
"Go away."
Clive growled.
However, he realized that his voice was a bit high when he spoke.
Will it attract the attention of that scary guy again
no!
can not be like this!
I can't let the other party notice me again!
Thinking of this, Clive took out his wallet, grabbed a handful of banknotes from it, and stuffed it into the hands of the dumb homeless man in front of him, and then continued with the words just now: "Take the money and leave quickly, you know it's dangerous here." Don’t know? There was a shooting and an explosion here just yesterday!”
In order to make his words more authentic and natural, Clive pulled out what happened yesterday.
After speaking, Clive hurriedly walked towards his car.
His car was parked outside Wandoujiao Street.
It was less than twenty meters away from where he was standing at the moment.
But just as he was about to take a step, the dumb tramp stopped him.
Clive couldn't help frowning, looked at the back of Jason who was still walking slowly in the distance, and said in a gentle voice:
"Don't be too greedy!"
"That money will last you a long time!"
The dumb homeless man looked at Clive with a smile, first waved his hand to Clive, and then handed all the large banknotes in his hand to Clive.
Only 2 cents of change was left in my hand.
What's the meaning
Clive was taken aback.
Then, the dumb tramp stuffed all the large banknotes into Clive's hands.
Without waiting for Clive to make a sound, the dumb homeless man quickly ran towards the direction of 'Watchdog's Bakery'.
Are you sick
Do you want so much money from me
As long as 2 corners
Clive looked at the back of the other party, and couldn't help but sneered in his heart.
But before the ridicule in his heart subsides—
boom!
A huge explosion came from behind.
Clive, who was defenseless, was overturned by the blast.
He turned around blankly.
I saw that his car had already turned into a ball of fire.
bomb!
Someone is going to kill me? !
The answer gushing from the bottom of his heart made Clive's hands tremble, and the banknotes that should have been held tightly were blown into the sky with the cold wind.
Clive sat on the ground and didn't notice this at all.
It wasn't until Edward, who had received the police from the female pastry chef, came here that Clive came back to his senses.
"Tell me."
Little Bancy walked up to Clive and said.
The tone is very bad.
Although the two parties belonged to the same police station, they were originally two camps. Moreover, some rumors about Clive made little Banxi feel ashamed.
Naturally, the tone was not much better.
"Yes, someone is going to kill me."
Clive said tremblingly.
"certainly!"
"The bombs are all used."
"I must hate you to the bone."
"Have you any suspects?"
little Bancy asked.
Suspected target
Clive was taken aback.
Of course, the targets of his suspicions are the gangs who paid him protection money, the people he blackmailed, and the people he wronged for no reason... Every one of these people wished that he was dead.
Is it them
Clive felt cold.
Then, he grabbed little Bancy's hand.
"protect me!"
"Hurry up and protect me!"
"Let me go to the 'safe house'!"
Clive said repeatedly.
Little Bansy shook off Clive's hand, put away the notebook and pen, and said coldly: "It seems that Chief Clive, your emotions have not calmed down, and you are not suitable for taking notes for the time being."
"Someone pour a cup of coffee for Sergeant Clive to calm down."
After speaking, little Bansy walked towards the explosion site.
And the people around
Under Edward's subordinates, naturally no one would pour coffee for Clive.
Even, no one came to see Clive.
The obvious estrangement made Clive not only feel insecure in the crowd, but also felt abandoned by the whole world.
Especially under the real threat of death, Clive, who was already intimidated by Jason's breath, felt an unprecedented despair pervading from the bottom of his heart.
Who can help me…
Can someone help me
I…
"Aba, Aba!"
The strange noise made Clive look up in despair, and he saw the mute just now.
Holding a kraft paper bag, the mute took out two sloth cakes from the kraft paper bag with a smile on his face, and handed them to Clive.
'Watch Dog's Bakery' was printed on the brown paper bag.
At the bottom it says-
There is one trough cake for 1 corner, and 3 for 2 corners.