Go back to the car at the police station.
Edward sat alone in the back row, looking at the co-pilot.
"Have you found the information of the homeless man?"
"Found it."
The subordinate sitting on the co-pilot turned around and reported—
"Jason, Captain, Second Infantry Division."
"Participated in the 'Battle of Lanqiao', 'Golden Blitz', 'Recapture of Dolburg', 'Siege of Sheldon', '33-Day Protracted Battle', and..."
Speaking of this, the subordinate was a little hesitant.
"explain."
Edward accentuated his tone.
"I have fought 40 times in the enemy's rear."
"Complete beheading missions 20 times."
"It was all... done by one person, without support or supplies."
After the subordinate finished speaking, he couldn't help swallowing.
As a soldier, this subordinate is very clear about what this information represents.
"Such a dangerous person makes him return to the city."
"Is shit in the top of the military's mind?"
Edward cursed under his breath.
Then, immediately, Edward calmed down.
"Why did he leave the army?"
Edward asked.
"There is no detailed indication on the information."
"Just say post-traumatic stress syndrome."
"He's seen a psychiatrist, but nothing works."
The subordinate replied, and without Edward asking, he continued: "I have sent someone to ask the Hannibal psychiatrist, but he is unwilling to disclose Jason's situation."
"Didn't you tell them that this is for the safety of the entire Xinde City?"
Edward frowned.
"Informed."
"But the doctor stuck to his guns."
"When we took the necessary steps, he took our people down and threatened to take our people's intestines out and stew them with beans if they offended his beliefs as a psychiatrist again. .”
The subordinate was helpless.
Although they belong to the special operations team, they are sometimes very restrictive.
Especially when facing someone with a very high reputation.
Coincidentally, the psychiatrist Hannibal is such a person.
The other party is not only the private psychiatrist of several big shots, but also set up a charitable fund to help orphans after the war.
It is impossible for such a character to use the necessary measures in the true sense.
"Pick out the intestines and stew them with beans?"
"Hmph, ridiculous."
Edward looked a little dismissive.
What big talk does a psychiatrist say
And that subordinate was hesitant to speak.
"explain."
Edward said coldly.
"I don't think the doctor was joking."
"Our people reported that the doctor must be an old hand."
"When he was looked at, his heart got hairy."
Subordinates report.
"Um?"
Edward frowned.
He trusts his subordinates.
Since one's subordinates say that the other party is a veteran, then the other party must be a veteran.
"Let's focus on those bastards first."
"After all these bastards are cleaned up, we will investigate the doctor."
Edward ordered.
"yes!"
The subordinate replied.
Then, the subordinate looked at his captain and said cautiously:
"Captain, it's impossible for someone like Jason to join those bastards, right?"
"He's a hero!"
"With his resume, if he doesn't retire from the army, he can become a school officer!"
The subordinate said so.
"Those bastards were once... heroes too."
Edward replied.
The tone was unconscious.
He looked out the car window.
"hero?"
"That's in the past."
"They're bastards now!"
Edward whispered to himself.
The subordinate didn't speak anymore, with a deep sense of puzzlement and exclamation in his eyes.
No one knows what happened.
But the fact is that it exists.
For a while, the car fell into silence.
Only the sound of the engine remained.
Then-
"Call from the main station, Director Edward!"
"Call from the main station, Director Edward!"
There was a sound of electric current, and the car radio began to beep.
"I'm Edward."
Edward picked up the walkie-talkie.
"Director Edward, the 'Watch Dog Bakery' you were on duty before, reported again, saying that blood was found in the trash can across the street."
'Watch Dogs Bakery'? !
Edward's hand holding the walkie-talkie trembled.
MMP, he hasn't returned yet!
The bottom of his heart was churning like thunder from the Tianshan Mountains, but on the surface, Edward, who was calm and composed, replied lightly: "I see."
…
Less than half an hour apart.
Jason saw Edward again.
The car of the new 'Special Deputy Director' stopped at the door of 'Watchdog Pastry House' again.
Edward, who got out of the car, glanced at Jason and walked directly to the trash can.
Edward's subordinates have once again imposed martial law and sealed off the scene.
When the lid of the trash can was opened, Edward's emaciated face became extremely gloomy.
The same is true of the police officers who cordoned off the scene.
Not just because of the heads that appeared in the trash can.
Also because, this head belongs to them.
"'scarecrow'!"
"He's not staring at this..."
The subordinate who reported to Edward couldn't help but exclaimed after seeing the head in the trash can.
"Bansy."
Edward stopped the assistant's exclamation.
Bancy stopped talking immediately.
"Arrange people to search here."
"Be sure to find the 'Scarecrow' body."
Edward ordered.
"yes."
The people around responded at the same time.
Then, spread out and act immediately.
Edward stood still and thought.
'Scarecrow' is the most experienced and heavy-handed one of his subordinates. He has both rich experience and corresponding skills, and he also wears firearms.
Therefore, the 'Scarecrow' became the candidate to follow here.
However, Edward never imagined that in less than half an hour, the body of one of his capable men would be separated.
Who did it
Thinking about it, Edward looked subconsciously at the 'Watchdog Bakery'.
At this time, Jason asked the carpenter to change the door again.
Sensing Edward's gaze, Jason turned his head.
The two looked at each other.
The next moment, Edward walked over.
"Talk?"
Edward said.
"About what?"
Jason asked.
"Tell me about your experience."
"Talk about the heads of my subordinates in the trash can."
"Tell me if you noticed anything."
Edward scanned the shop while talking, and then naturally locked his eyes on Jason's trolley.
"Can I see it?"
Edward asked, staring at Jason.
"Can."
Jason said frankly.
He had put the hockey mask and machete in a safe place long ago, and he wasn't afraid to check them out.
Edward did not act.
That's how he looked at Jason.
Then, the other party asked.
"Did you notice anything before?"
"No."
"I was cleaning before."
Jason said truthfully.
When he picked up those pastries, he focused all his attention on the food, and didn't notice what was happening outside at all.
It's not about perception, it's just about being too focused.
However, Edward did not believe it.
"Yeah?"
He asked a rhetorical question, and then, as he spoke again—
boom!