In the night, the muscle car belonging to Edmund was slowly driving on the streets of Angcheng.
Esther, who was sitting in the co-pilot, looked at Jason behind him through the rearview mirror from time to time.
Until now, he didn't understand what Jason just said.
What is it that the eyes are confused and the taste does not change
It can't be smelling through the nose, right
Even a bloodhound can't lock a certain smell in a big city like Ang City!
What's more, the members of the 'Faceless Man' legion must have received the most rigorous training, and this kind of smell concealment is a compulsory course, so it is impossible for the previous 'Faceless Man' to leave clues of smell .
In Este's view, it is impossible to find more 'faceless people' through the other party.
However, Esther faced Jason's order, and he had no objection.
How could he oppose Jason's order if he was going to live to be a hundred years old.
Moreover, he also vaguely looked forward to it.
Waiting for Jason to actually find the rest of the 'Faceless' Legion.
Then, use this as an opportunity to disrupt the layout of those big shots.
Compared with Este's many mental activities, Edmond who was driving was concentrating.
He didn't think about it that much.
He is now pondering whether to expand the two 'safe passages' again. More and more relevant people appear, and his previous layout is not enough.
Victory often seems within reach, but failure is always with us.
Edmund knew this truth deeply.
Therefore, he had to be prepared to 'retreat'.
If something goes wrong, take everyone on the run.
only…
"so hard!"
Edmund sighed silently.
Involuntarily, he also looked up and glanced at Jason in the back row.
At this time, Jason's left knee was resting on his right knee, and his back was leaning against the seat. He was in a very relaxed posture, and he was playing with a small obsidian dagger in his hand.
According to observation, Edmund can confirm that it is made of obsidian.
It looks very rough, but the corners have been carefully polished, and there is no unique breath after time has accumulated.
"Imitation?"
Edmund guessed.
Then, just then, Jason looked up.
"Turn left."
Jason said lightly.
"yes."
Edmund nodded immediately.
Jason lowered his head again, while continuing to play with the obsidian dagger in his hand, while continuing to smell the 'smell'.
The 'Faceless Men' legion in the 'Temple' would naturally hide their scent, but the 'food' they carried with them would not!
This obsidian dagger is a loot found from the previous 'Faceless Man'.
Naturally, people who have been in contact with this 'faceless man' will more or less be infected with this smell.
Although it was impossible to trace those people who had been in contact with the 'Faceless Man' directly at the entrance of the boxing gym based on the smell, Jason was still sure as long as they were within a general range.
This
Not difficult.
Think about the way the Legion of 'No Faces' fights.
Complete disguise, lurking, assassination.
Similarly, Jason can be sure that these 'faceless men' will inevitably spy on information.
So what kind of person would be the best candidate for spying on intelligence
A person with a certain social status, who can get preferential treatment on any occasion, but is basically not suspected by the public!
Teachers, doctors, policemen, journalists, etc. all fall into this category.
Among them, the identity of the reporter is the most convenient.
They are the only ones who can go to various special occasions and meet some people without being suspected.
Although it will be investigated layer by layer, it is the end of the search, but relying on the ability of the 'faceless man', it is not difficult to deal with such a situation.
Therefore, the first place Jason chose to search was the TV station in Ang City.
Although he came here before when he hunted [Twisted Animation Clown], Jason did not rule it out.
On the contrary, he was full of doubts about it.
It's very simple. Is it really a coincidence that [Twisted Animated Clown] is on Ang City TV
What a coincidence, just after he appeared in an alley in Angcheng, he appeared directly in the supermarket opposite him
Jason may be able to regard it as a coincidence when he didn't know the existence of the 'temple'.
But when Jason found out about the existence of the 'temple', no matter how you looked at these coincidences, it seemed that someone had planned them carefully.
"Hope you're still waiting patiently!"
Jason muttered to himself.
One of the 'Faceless Men' legion launched an assassination attempt on him, no matter what the result is, as long as the other 'Faceless Men' in Angcheng will silently wait for the news.
Success, they went to meet.
Failed, they went to pick up the ends.
Based on this premise, these 'faceless people' will definitely stay in the place they think is the safest.
And what better place to be than in the context of an identity that has been crafted many times over
Thinking of this, Jason took a deep breath.
The scent on the obsidian dagger penetrated directly into his nose.
Hunger filled Jason's mind again.
However, he still endured it.
Different from simply fighting hunger at the beginning, Jason at this moment not only wants to fight hunger, but also allows himself to think and analyze calmly and rationally when facing 'food'.
It is not easy to do so.
But Jason knew it was necessary.
That state of being completely dominated by 'appetite' was really too bad for him.
"Self-discipline will set me free!"
Jason picked up the obsidian dagger, put it in front of his nose and sniffed it, then put it down again.
But, soon, he raised his nostrils again.
The eyes that had been squinting slightly opened immediately.
There was a trace of surprise in his eyes.
…
Tusok, one of the directors of the interview department of Angcheng TV.
Compared with several other executives, this executive has always been respected.
Not only because of age, ability, but also because of his approachability.
Every time something happens, Tusok is always willing to help others, and he will not refuse any foreign visits. Even if it is someone else's task, as long as he asks, Tusok will agree.
Just like the last time, it was obviously another supervisor's task, but Tusok agreed to the other party's direct visit for two weeks, and he just returned yesterday.
Then, it was all night to sort out the interview materials.
Sleepiness is natural.
After Tusuo couldn't help yawning, a male subordinate on duty couldn't help but said: "Director, you should be tougher instead of being a good old man, do you know how they talk about you behind your back? ?”
"How do you talk about me?"
Tusok pushed his glasses, and his gray sideburns moved back slightly under the rubbing of the glasses legs, and a smile appeared on the old man's face, causing more wrinkles.
"They say you're a badass!"
"Be nice to everyone!"
"Even a heinous villain will say hello to you—because you will definitely satisfy all his demands and will not resist."
The young male subordinate said so.
Tusok was slightly taken aback, as if he didn't know how to answer, a shameful smile appeared on his face.
Then, he got up and walked towards the tea room.
Looking at Tu Suoko's back, the male subordinate pursed his lips, and finally crawled weakly on the desk.
The surrounding staff who have been paying attention to this place immediately began to discuss.
"It is impossible for Director Tusok to listen to your advice."
"This time the interview minister's election must not have his share."
"We have to show our respect to the other executives. I don't want to be assigned a foreign mission and not be able to go home for several weeks."
"yes."
"Actually, it's not bad for a good old man like Tu Suoko to be a minister. At least I won't be made things difficult when I ask for leave."
"Yes, as long as we ask, maybe we will be given more subsidies and bonuses."
"It's a pity that he is destined to be cannon fodder in this campaign."
Tu Suoko heard such discussions clearly.
Even though the door of the tea room has been closed, for one of the official members of the 'Faceless Man' legion, his perception is not comparable to that of ordinary people.
Listening to these words, Tu Suoko's habitual shameful smile was a bit more ironic and nine times more ferocious.
"Desolate city, fallen people."
"The only thing waiting for you is the roasting of the flames!"
"Blood can't wash away your sins!"
Thinking in his heart, Tusok looked out from the small window in the tea room.
The night was silent outside the window, but his colleagues had already moved.
It's going to be hot in no time!
The immortal 'anomaly' must have grown terrified at this moment.
Any existence will be in panic all day long under the pursuit of the 'temple'.
Because, in the end, they will all die without a place to bury them.
"You will accidentally destroy my layout, you should be punished!"
When he thought that the [Distorted Animation Clown] that he had worked so hard to arrange was so easily wiped out by the 'Mask Man', Tusok's face couldn't help but contort.
It was just a trial, and his three years of painstaking efforts were wasted.
Unforgivable!
Tusok thought through gritted teeth.
He raised his head and drank the coffee in his hand.
He hoped to quench his anger with coffee.
However, it is of no use at all.
Moreover, just as he put down his coffee and lowered his head, a tall figure was suddenly reflected on the glass of the window in front of him.
It was a figure a full head taller than him, wearing an old-fashioned hockey mask, and his face could not be seen clearly.
Standing behind him at the moment, looking down at him.
Noodles, masks? !
In an instant, the hairs on Tusok's back stood on end.
"you… "
Just as Tusok was about to speak, his broad palm covered his mouth, and the short-handled broad-bladed machete passed over his neck.
puff!
Blood sprayed across the opposite glass.
Most of the night outside the window was directly dyed red.
Only the corner is left, and a round of full moon blooms with bright brilliance.
Make the darkness deeper.
It made the scarlet red even more dazzling.
It also made the tall figure intertwined in the darkness and scarlet all the more creepy.
Jason bent down without realizing it, and raised his hand to take out another small obsidian dagger from the opponent's coat pocket.
Looking at the new obsidian dagger in his hand, a smile appeared on Jason's face hidden behind the mask.
Things seemed simpler than he imagined!
and…
Full of surprises!
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