A young man was sitting in the car.
A slightly fancy coat, long hair shawl, handsome young man, but the other party's eyes made Ada feel uncomfortable.
Just like those felons who were pressed into the cage.
Depressed, yet crazy.
Facing such a person, the operator lady took a step back wisely and looked at him with vigilant eyes.
"Don't worry, I'm not a bad person."
"I just saw you alone and wanted to ask if you wanted a ride."
"However, it looks like you don't need to."
As the other party said this, he rolled up the window and signaled the driver to drive.
Amidst the roar of the motor, the car drove away slowly.
Looking at the car going away, the operator lady let out a sigh of relief.
If the other party insisted on letting her get in the car just now, she would run back.
After all, the police station is not far away.
It's okay.
With this in mind, Miss Operator waited for the arrival of the stagecoach again.
And behind her, a hand suddenly stretched out from the darkness.
A handkerchief was placed in the palm of his hand, and it directly covered the mouth of the operator lady.
"Woo, woo..."
After only a little struggle, the operator lost consciousness.
The car that had just left returned again.
I don't know when to get off the car, the young man who appeared behind the operator with an excited smile threw the operator into the back of the car, and then, after arranging his coat a little, went in this time.
"drive."
The other party ordered.
The car starts again.
However, the driver who was driving said:
"Master, you assure the master..."
"Shut up!"
"I know what I'm doing!"
"Don't worry about it!"
Before the driver could finish speaking, he was interrupted.
Afterwards, the driver remained silent.
The young man looked at the unconscious operator lady with a look of intoxication.
hunting!
Non-stop hunting!
It's such a great feeling!
How could I stop!
The whole city will be my hunting ground!
The young man's face was unconsciously twisted and ferocious.
…
under the lights.
A dining table appeared in the store on the first floor of the 'Watchdog Bakery'.
The door is already closed.
The female pastry chef sat opposite, holding her hands, looking at Jason who couldn't wait to reach out and pick up a piece of walnut bun.
The walnut buns are soft, and the crushed walnut kernels on top are not only without any bitterness, but also sweet.
It must have been handled in a special way.
"I boiled it with soup, stir-fried it, and smashed it."
As if seeing Jason's doubts, the female pastry chef explained.
Jason nodded, completely ignoring the answer.
The hand is so fast that there are afterimages.
Twelve walnut packets were almost gone.
"water."
The female pastry chef handed over the water glass.
It's doubled with mint and lemon.
For the sake of relief.
Jason drank it down.
Then, he picked up the egg tart on the side.
click, click
The golden egg tart is crispy on the outside, and it makes a crisp sound when chewed. The inside is soft and glutinous, and there are... apple pieces.
The brittleness that was supposed to fade away reappeared.
The slightly sour feeling, not only did not dilute the sweetness of the egg tart, but made the sweetness more obvious.
"I actually wanted to add some whipped cream and raisins."
"But today's pastries are already sweet enough."
"In this way, instead of making the sweetness appear, it will become tasteless."
The female pastry chef said.
Can sour reflect sweetness
Jason silently wrote down this.
And after Jason ate the last egg tart and drank another glass of double mint lemonade, the lights outside the window flickered.
The footsteps belonging to Edward and Bancy sounded.
Then, there was a knock on the door.
Boom, boom, boom.
The pastry chef hurried over and opened the door.
"Good evening, Ms. Giselle."
"Good evening, Edward, Bancy."
After greetings from both sides, Edward looked at the man who fell on the ground and claimed to be a lobbyist.
After taking a closer look at the other party's appearance, the leader of the special operations team directly confirmed the other party's identity.
"Griffin!"
Edward said.
"You know him?"
The female pastry chef looked at Edward in surprise.
"Um."
"This guy is an information dealer and a middleman. He resells some things that are between prohibited and not prohibited. He is also a well-known figure in Xinde City."
"As long as it is to make money, he will do it."
"However, it won't be too much."
"Even if they are caught, they will be imprisoned for a few months, or even fined."
Edward introduced each other.
Then, he looked at Jason.
"He calls himself a lobbyist?"
"The bastard who created the serial disappearance of women hired him to convince you?"
The leader of the special operations team asked in confirmation.
Jason nodded.
And just after Jason nodded, Edward grabbed the other's hair and pulled it outside.
Jason and the female pastry chef looked at Bansi who was also gnashing his teeth suspiciously.
"The racekeeper is dead."
"The 'ink' who interrogated each other is also dead."
"If it wasn't for your call from Ms. Jischel, if the captain was called out, the captain would also..."
The words were not finished, but the meaning was clear enough.
The female pastry chef covered her mouth, her eyes widened.
She never thought that such a thing would happen at the police station in Xinde City.
Jason thought of the dead Sendak.
Has the situation gotten this bad
About five minutes later, Edward dragged the bruised and swollen Griffin back.
Even though his nose was blue and his face was swollen, Griffin's eyes were still dazed.
yes.
Of course he was confused.
He was willing to lead the way.
But was directly knocked out.
Then, he was woken up again.
If it was said that he was knocked out too quickly, he didn't feel the pain, but he was really hurt when he was punched and kicked.
He wanted to resist.
Can…
He can't beat Edward.
Instead, he was hit hard by Edward's military fighting skills.
This made Griffin instantly understand that if he didn't resist, he would be beaten up.
If you resist, even if you are not beaten to death, you will be disabled afterwards.
Under the light, Griffin tried his best to widen his swollen eyes, cracked his bruised mouth, and smiled.
It's just that under the swelling, the wide eyes are just a slit.
The corners of the bruised mouth even grinned with bared teeth.
Griffin couldn't help covering his mouth.
"Gentlemen, what do you need?"
"If it can be done, I will do it."
"But... do you want money?"
Griffin, who covered his mouth, insisted on his bottom line.
"Who is that bastard?"
Edward asked.
He didn't interrogate him before, because he thought Jason had a right to know this.
Hearing this question, Griffin answered without hesitation.
"Senator David."
"What?!"
Edward, Bancy, and the female pastry chef all exclaimed.
Seeing this long-awaited scene, Griffin was extremely satisfied.
He had waited too long for this moment.
only…
Why wasn't that Jason surprised at all
He already knew
Griffin was still thinking when he saw Jason stand up.
"What are you going to do? Don't you know Senator Davide's name?"
Griffin said cautiously.
He wanted to save face, but he was afraid of irritating Jason, so his tone was very deliberate.
Jason, on the other hand, smiled.
He said lightly—
"Do you know what's wrong with me, Jason?"
"I'm just going to have dinner."