Shopping free
Everyone was taken aback, and a strange feeling rose in their hearts.
Two of the six people have been to 'Fishbone Street', and they can even be said to be regular customers.
Although the remaining four people have never been here, they have heard of it more or less.
But the scene in front of me was far from the one in my impression.
What about the place outside the law
What about cruelty and cruelty
How about dark and unsightly
How did it become a shopping mall
After Jason glanced over the middle-aged man, he subconsciously looked at the female pastry chef.
The female pastry chef herself even pointed to herself.
"I?"
"Yes, it's you."
"As the 100,000th person, you have become a distinguished guest of our 'Fishbone Street'."
“You can shop and play as much as you like here.”
The middle-aged man looked kind, and even spoke with a hint of humility.
"It's the first time I've heard that 'Fishbone Street' will have such an event."
Griffin said.
"Because it's the first time it's been held."
The middle-aged man replied with a smile.
"Then why is it her and not me?"
"We almost got off together, didn't we?"
Griffin asked again.
"In the order they came to me."
The middle-aged man answered methodically.
Griffin asked something else, but Edward and Bancy stopped him from left to right.
They haven't forgotten why they came to Fishbone Street.
Not to be picky, but for 'Ghost Squad'.
Jason felt vigilant in his heart.
A group of people returned to the car, and the two cars drove side by side.
The middle-aged man looked at the passing vehicle and immediately returned to the sentry box.
"Her Majesty has entered the tunnel."
"The guards follow at any time."
"And... tell those bastards to go back to where they belong."
Contrary to the kindness just now, the middle-aged man who picked up the phone said in a cold voice.
After hanging up the phone, the middle-aged man dialed a few more numbers and gave the same instructions before sitting back in the sentry box.
He frowned thinking.
Why did Her Majesty come back suddenly
Could it be that we are not doing well enough
Still some assholes...
etc!
Could it really be those bastards
The middle-aged man who thought of something stood up again, picked up the phone and dialed a number.
"Find out what those bastards have been doing lately."
After speaking, the middle-aged man waited patiently.
Because, he knew very well that such an inquiry would not be difficult for the person on the other side of the phone.
In fact, it is.
About a minute later, the investigation report came from the microphone.
"One of them put a reward of 50,000 on a woman named Giselle..."
Click!
With a crisp sound, the middle-aged man shook his palm holding the phone, and cracks appeared on the receiver immediately.
"Hey, hey, what's the matter?"
"Someone put a bounty on those bastards."
"Should be someone related to Gichel, or simply the guy who forced them to show up?"
Voices came from the receiver.
"Okay, I see."
"I'll deal with those bastards."
The middle-aged man answered normally.
However, the moment he hung up the phone, the middle-aged man fell to his knees, holding his head in his hands.
It's over!
It's over!
I'm going to be killed by those bastards!
no!
no!
I must save myself!
Thinking of this, the middle-aged man got up again and picked up the phone to call.
…
Sitting in the car driven by Hannibal, Jason asked Hannibal everything about 'Fishbone Street'.
"Fishbone Street can be regarded as a black market in ordinary people's understanding."
"But here is much more than the black market."
"Deceit and killing are everywhere."
"Although it has its own rules, it is not a place where people feel comfortable."
Hannibal replied.
Then, the psychiatrist looked at the female pastry chef through the rearview mirror.
He was also curious about why this scene happened.
The female pastry chef looked confused, even Hannibal couldn't see anything from such a face.
A group of idiots!
An inexplicable voice sounded from the bottom of my heart.
The female pastry chef was taken aback.
Then, shook his head.
"What's the matter, Gichel?"
Jason, who had been staring at the female pastry chef, asked.
"nothing."
"It just feels weird."
"Those people looked at me very strangely just now, could it be because of... the bounty?"
The female pastry chef shook her head, analyzing seriously.
Bounty? !
Jason was taken aback.
yes!
Up to 550,000 rewards!
With such a premise, the scene just now seems not incomprehensible.
"What bounty?"
Hannibal asked.
Immediately, Jason explained.
"So that's how it is."
Hannibal immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
What he worries about is the unknown.
Known like this
He is fearless.
As much as he came, he buried as much, saving money on fertilizer.
"Ms. Jischel, please don't leave the sight of me and Jason for a while. Their so-called shopping bills are just to make you forget about it and immerse yourself in shopping before you start."
"Also, 550,000 is not their goal."
"Their greed is beyond your imagination."
"Since someone is willing to offer you a reward of 50,000 and pay you 500,000 in revenge, then there must be more."
"This is a group of bastards who squeeze oil out of rocks, and they will try to get more from you."
Hannibal reminded the pastry chef.
"Thanks."
The female pastry chef thanked her reluctantly.
Then, he slowly approached Jason, closing the distance between him and Jason.
Then, she raised her hand to touch Jason's palm.
But the moment she raised her hand, the female pastry chef's face turned red.
In the end, it could only land on the seat 10 centimeters away from Jason.
Seeing such a scene, Hannibal couldn't help but look away.
Sure enough, I was overwhelmed.
but…
I seem to have forgotten something.
What could it be
Hannibal couldn't help shaking his head, and began to concentrate on driving.
The tunnel is down.
The length exceeds 10 kilometers.
Every 30 meters, there will be lighting.
Jason observed everything silently.
Branded everything into my mind.
Especially when he came to the end of the tunnel, Jason's eyes widened.
He needs to see clearly what 'Fishbone Street' looks like.
Then…
There are scattered houses, roads paved with gravel, and vehicles are neatly parked in the parking lot on the side. At the end of the tunnel, there is a smiling waiter guiding them into the parking lot on the side.
In front are several grills with various foods placed on them.
Two organists danced and played around the grill.
Several young girls sang and danced.
In the distance, children chased and ran back and forth laughing.
"Is this Fishbone Street?"
"How is it the same as a resort?"
The female pastry chef couldn't help asking.
Griffin, who got out of the car at the back, rubbed his eyes even more, and then he shouted loudly: "Where is the gallows here? Why has it become a barbecue grill? Also, this is obviously a guillotine, how could there be an organist?" Shouldn’t the people dancing there be solicitors? Shouldn’t the running children be muggers disguised as dwarves?”
The guiding waiter walked over with a smile.
"Hello, sir, although you are a resident here, if you continue to speak like this, we will still sue you for defamation."
"Yo what?"
"Do you want me to let my guard down and give me a sap?"
"Tell you, no way."
Griffin continued to growl.
Edward and Bancy on the side were also stunned by the 'Fishbone Street' in front of them.
Then, both of their noses fluttered at the same time.
Dishwashing liquid!
They smelled of dish soap!
Subconsciously, the two of them felt that their palms were submerged in the icy water again, and the pain was unbearable.
Hannibal and Jason were thoughtful.
The pastry woman scraped the ground with the toe of her boot.
The gravel road felt a little wet.
"The streets have been cleared."
"It's in a hurry, but it's thorough."
"Has the whole town been mobilized?"
The female pastry chef speculated and looked at the food on the grill.
"Beef, mutton, pork, chicken and fish."
"Separate categories, high quality meat."
"But it's obviously just put on it. There are also those organ players and dancing girls with stiff expressions who observe us from time to time. As for the children in the distance, they can run farther, but they keep circling around and don't stop. Stop laughing, you've been laughing for so long, aren't you tired?"
"Everyone be careful."
"There is danger here."
The female pastry chef hid behind Jason after she finished speaking.
She didn't see the helplessness on the faces of the smiling waiter, the accordion player, and the dancing girls.
They don't want to either!
But they are not professional at all!
Now this is already the best effort!
The smiling waiter was about to explain.
But at this moment, a strong, intractable malicious gaze swept over, and landed on Jason who was blocking the female pastry chef.
Jason, who had been paying attention to the grill and swallowing his saliva, raised his eyebrows. The suppressed hunger could no longer be suppressed, and it burst out in an instant. The instinct of the predator began to boil, and finally rose up, roaring .
boom!