A huge explosion made the air vibrate.
The window of 'Watch Dogs Bakery' was directly shattered.
The same goes for the windows of the surrounding shops.
Amidst the crashing sound of glass shards falling to the ground, Edward rushed out directly.
Jason took a step behind, and said to the female pastry chef who was dazed again:
"Do your thing, and I will take care of other things."
After speaking, Jason caught up with Edward.
The female pastry chef looked at Jason's back and nodded subconsciously. Then, she looked around at the broken counter, the blood-stained floor, the broken window, and the flames rising from the opposite street... It's not that it's okay, the war is over. finished
The female pastry chef, who was at a loss, began to pick up eggs one by one, began to separate the yolk and egg white into the basin, and stirred instinctively.
At this time, Edward had already rushed to the opposite street where flames appeared.
A group of his subordinates were scattered here in pieces.
Only the body of the assistant Bansi is intact.
At this moment, he was leaning against a low wall with a scorched face.
After seeing Edward, Bancy immediately said intermittently:
"Team, captain."
"Booby trap."
"Invisible booby traps."
After speaking, Bancy fell silent.
Edward ran over quickly, and after confirming that his assistant was only in a coma, he rushed behind him one by one, searched for the subordinates in other streets, and said, "Seal the scene and call an ambulance."
"Yes, Captain."
These players jumped into action.
Jason went against the current and walked into the scene of the explosion.
There were rubble and bodies everywhere.
Black, gray and red are intertwined.
Black explosion imprint.
Gray gravel.
Red blood.
Rendering this place into a horrifying scene, Jason walked carefully in it, avoiding the corpses every time he raised or lowered his feet.
Then, the nostrils kept moving.
Jason expected to smell 'food'.
It's a pity that the surrounding area is filled with the pungent smell after the explosion, and there is no fragrance at all.
There is no doubt that the scene in front of him should be aimed at Edward and his party.
Edward, who thought he was a cloth bait, became a fish biting the bait instead.
The roles of hunter and hunted are swapped starting when the 'scarecrow' dies and the head is thrown in the trash.
The corpse of the 'Scarecrow' must have been used as booby trap bait.
Of course, the most important thing is the invisible booby trap.
"Illusion?"
"still… "
"Some kind of technique?"
Jason thought silently.
Edward walked back after the assistant was carried away.
Ignoring Jason, Edward began to look carefully at everything that could be a clue.
Unfortunately, after looking around, after the ambulances came, they still couldn't find it.
"team leader?"
A subordinate beckoned softly.
"Bring everyone's remains to the car."
As Edward said, he was the first to collect the remains.
They deserve respect.
Therefore, Edward was very careful and serious, and tried his best to keep the body intact.
But at this moment, Jason spoke up.
"Beware of booby traps."
After speaking, Jason stepped out.
Edward, who was about to restrain the corpse, froze.
The surrounding and Edward's subordinates were also taken aback.
When Jason returned to the 'Watchdog Bakery', Edward and those subordinates also walked out of the explosion site, and then they used a long-distance detonation method.
Touch the corpses with a longer stick or by throwing them.
Under the premise of not considering the loss, such an explosion method is quite easy to use.
After about half a minute—
boom! boom!
There were two more explosions.
The only remaining glass in the window of 'Watch Dogs Bakery' has completely fallen off.
Jason picked up the broom and dustpan and started cleaning.
And the rapt female pastry chef didn't notice it at all.
A moment later, when Jason finished cleaning, Edward walked up to him.
"how do you know?"
Edward scowled.
"Invisible booby trap?"
Jason asked back.
Edward nodded.
Jason smiled.
"Such an easy-to-use thing, a hunter will not only use it once."
Jason said slowly while placing the dustpan with glass shards on the side of the shop door.
"hunter?"
Edward was taken aback.
Then, Edward, who was not stupid, thought of something.
Immediately, this man's face became more and more ugly.
After a few seconds, Edward's face returned to normal.
"Why remind me?"
Edward asked.
"Why?"
"Perhaps you are better than that Thorndike?"
"At least… "
"You are willing to collect the corpses for your subordinates."
Jason said and walked towards the shop.
He could already smell the aroma of freshly baked trough cakes.
He has been waiting for a long time.
Looking at Jason's back, Edward opened his mouth, but in the end, he didn't say anything.
After leaving the manpower to maintain the scene, Edward drove back to the police station himself.
Jason didn't notice this at all.
At this time, Jason was standing quietly in front of the oven.
The aroma of eggs and honey began to permeate under the high temperature, and Jason couldn't help swallowing.
Just like what the female pastry chef said, freshly baked trough cakes are far more delicious than those left overnight, at least, the fragrance is more than twice as strong.
Click!
The oven is on.
A more intense fragrance rushed towards his face. Jason closed his eyes and inhaled, his face full of intoxication.
The female pastry chef, wearing anti-scald gloves, took out the molder containing the trough cake, and with a button, the trough cake entered the container on the side.
After rolling a few times, it seems that the thickened small cake-shaped trough cakes stand in it one by one.
The top is brownish red, with a little crack, revealing a hint of golden yellow.
The bottom is slightly burnt, but it doesn't make people feel disgusted at all. On the contrary, it makes people have more appetite and want to taste the taste there.
Jason is like that.
He picked up a hot trough cake and bit the bottom first.
sweet.
Not tired yet.
Because, there is a hint of sour refreshing feeling in the pure sweetness.
yes…
lemon juice!
It should have been baked with a little lemon juice added to the grease on the bottom.
Jason guessed, and swallowed all the trough cakes in his hand.
The soft taste made Jason pick up the next trough cake again.
Almost one in a mouthful.
Soon, all twenty trough cakes were eaten by Jason.
The female pastry chef came over with a glass of mint water.
Jason took it and drank it down.
call!
Heaving a sigh of relief, Jason subconsciously glanced at the surrounding counters.
He remembered that not only trough cakes were sold here.
And other pastries.
"How soon will you be able to resume business?"
Jason asked.
"ah?"
The female pastry chef who was thinking about how to make Jason stay was taken aback.
Before the female pastry chef recovered—
Boom, boom, boom.
At the door, a well-dressed middle-aged man stood in front of the door with a hole in it, and raised his hand to knock on the edge of the door.
"Hello, are you Ms. Gichel?"
"I'm here on behalf of my husband."
"He wants you to make pastries."