Chuck, the director of Angcheng's shelter, looked at Edmund who was raising a gun at him, his brows were slightly frowned, and his face was puzzled.
"Edmond, what happened?"
"What do you want, we can sit down and talk."
Chuck held up his hands.
"Why did you do that?"
Edmund asked coldly.
"What's the meaning?"
"I can not understand what you say."
Chuck's face was full of puzzlement again, and then he saw Edmond pointing a gun at himself, took out his gun from his desk, and then turned on the monitor.
On the screen of the monitor, Jason was still sucking on the chocolate fountain.
How does he know
Chuck was full of surprise.
Edmund just took out his hidden gun without any search. Similarly, when he turned on the display, he didn't hesitate at all, as if he knew everything was as it should be.
"Is it because Est's report made you doubt me?"
"But why don't you doubt Esther?"
"He should also have doubts."
Chuck asked.
"Esther is a good young man, even if he was confused before."
"Furthermore, he couldn't give the order to 'eliminate the traitor' to the escorting action team at all!"
"In the entire Ang City, only you, Chuck, can give such orders to everyone in the six-member action team. You are the one who controls them to kill each other!"
Edmund's voice became colder and colder.
But hearing such words, Chuck smiled.
He didn't deny it.
Facing the facts, he has no need to deny them.
But there was one thing that he was still puzzled about.
"Why not 'exception' control?"
he asked.
"Because my senses didn't tell me there was an 'abnormality'."
Edmund replied.
"Feel?"
"What a ridiculous reason."
Chuck scoffed at Edmond's answer.
How could a person form a precognitive intuition about 'abnormality'
Could it be that fear is used to form a muscle response as a judgment
How can it be
absurd!
After finishing speaking, Chuck was about to turn around and walk towards his desk.
He had more than one gun hidden.
"do not move."
With a low shout, Edmund raised his foot and kicked Chuck on the hollow of his knee.
Snapped!
With a crisp sound, Chuck knelt down on one knee.
Then, the muzzle of the gun went straight to the back of Chuck's head.
Edmund's crooked fingers had already been tightly gripped on the trigger, and the veins on the back of his hand were exposed. He glared at the person in front of him, his breathing was involuntarily rapid, he... wanted to pull the trigger.
Chuck, who was kneeling on one knee, looked astonished.
The kick just now made him even more astonished than Edmond discovering his secret.
Who is Edmund
He is very clear.
Retiring at the sight of danger, and retreating at the sight of the benefits, relying on my meager salary, it took almost ten years to save enough for the down payment of the house, and then, facing the pressure of repaying the loan, I still dawdled without seeking improvement.
It's totally a salted fish.
But even such a salted fish dared to kick him.
Chuck was furious.
He wanted to stand up and teach him a lesson.
But he did not act rashly.
The muzzle on the back of his head told him that it was best not to act rashly at this time.
"Very neat."
Chuck, who was kneeling on one knee, chuckled lightly.
"I was also promoted to the C level from the action team."
Edmund said coldly.
"Me too, so, this made our meeting look like this?"
Chuck chuckled unchanged, and then he continued: "I think we need to talk, maybe I'm not as open as you, but I'm aboveboard enough."
As he spoke, Chuck was about to stand up.
"Fair and fair?"
Such words stimulated Edmund.
He raised his foot again and kicked Chuck, who had just stood up, in the socket of his knee.
It's still the same leg.
Moreover, this time, Edmond kicked harder.
Click!
With the slight sound of bones, Chuck fell to his knees again, the pain spread from his knees, making him tremble all over.
How many years has he not been injured again
Since he was promoted to supervisor, he hadn't had such an encounter, and he was used to directing behind the scenes.
He is used to using his brain.
Instead of using the body.
This time, there is no exception.
"I was forced too!"
"I never thought something like this would happen!"
"I swear!"
Chuck raised his voice.
He wanted to use such a voice to prove that he was really forced.
Likewise, he also hoped that someone would find out what was going on here.
Only someone found out, he has a hundred ways to make this bastard Edmund unable to eat.
Some of the rules of the 'shelter' work well.
"And the cooperation with 'Temple' too?"
Edmund almost squeezed out the words between his teeth.
Chuck's body trembled as if struck by lightning.
he knows!
He actually knew about my cooperation with the 'Temple'? !
Subconsciously, Chuck was about to turn his head to look at Edmund.
Because, he felt that he had never known this subordinate before.
He needs to take a good, detailed look at each other.
It's a pity that Edmond didn't give him a chance at all, and the butt of a gun hit Chuck heavily in the face.
Snapped!
Chuck fell to the ground, spitting blood mixed with his teeth, but Chuck didn't pay any attention to it.
"give me a chance."
Without hesitation, Chuck began to pray.
"How can I give you a chance?"
Edmund's eyes have narrowed, and the dangerous light in his eyes has reached a limit.
"I didn't have a choice before, but now I want to be a good person. God has said that people who make mistakes can be given a chance..."
boom!
Before the voice could finish speaking, Edmond pulled the trigger.
The bullet lifted Chuck's cap.
The executive stared wide-eyed and died in disbelief.
He didn't understand why Edmond shot until he died.
"good."
"I'm sending you now to meet your God and ask Him to give you this opportunity."
Looking at Chuck's body, Edmond said so.
The gunshots finally alerted the security guards at the secret base of the 'shelter'.
They stormed the office at gunpoint.
Slightly scanning the situation in the office, the security guard, who was temporarily unable to tell the truth of the matter, subconsciously pointed his gun at Edmond.
Without any resistance, Edmond threw the gun away and was captured.
"Senior Edmund?"
Esther appeared behind the security guard.
He looked at the scene in front of him in surprise, completely unaware of what happened.
"I want to have a word with Esther."
"In front of your faces."
Edmund gestured to the security guard, who nodded without objection.
Although Edmond might be the murderer who killed the director of the base, these security guards were not idiots, and the picture on the monitor was enough to make them guess.
"Esther, immediately mobilize people to go to the address on the screen to support Mr. Jason."
"Remember to bring heavy weapons!"
After finishing speaking, Edmond walked out consciously.
The security guards followed immediately.
Seeing Edmond's back surrounded by security guards, Esther froze in place.
After a long time, Esther muttered to himself.
"Senior, where is the address on the screen...?"
…
Sweet and mellow.
Warm, non-burning chocolate is always a delight.
I don't know who said that sweets make people happy.
Jason has always been convinced.
This kind of sweetness diffused by the taste buds really makes people forget their sorrows.
However, happiness is always short-lived.
Soon, the chocolate will be gone.
No, to be precise, it stopped.
A strange noise began to appear in the chocolate fountain.
It seemed that countless tiny things were crawling.
And Jason
He didn't let go.
The smell of 'food' has been filling his nose.
now
No exception!
Even more intense.
His mouth involuntarily secreted saliva.
The saliva gathered into a thick liquid, which naturally dripped on the chocolate fountain, which naturally wrapped the spout at the top of the chocolate.
Jason's saliva flowed down slowly.
For the first time, those countless small things that are about to approach come into contact with such saliva.
Then, their bodies stiffened one after another.
A genetic, soul-deep fear emerged.
The huge black figure opened its bloody mouth wide and let out a unique roar.
Hungry!
Without hesitation, these small things turned around and ran away.
But Jason's saliva made it impossible for them to move.
It feels sticky, like glue.
But even more terrifying is the suction that comes with it.
After smelling the stronger food smell in the chocolate fountain, Jason not only secreted more saliva, but also subconsciously inhaled.
Suddenly, the sweet feeling reappeared.
Once chewed, there is a feeling of eating sweet sesame.
More importantly, there are enough sweet sesame seeds.
One suck.
Suck again.
Crunchy.
Jason's eyes became brighter and brighter, and the chocolate fountain in front of him seemed to be an inexhaustible treasure house.
After the chocolate is sweet sesame.
What about after the sweet sesame
What will it be
Encountering such an 'abnormality' is too…
Crunch, crunch!
That's when Jason was about to rate the chocolate fountain 'too good'.
The chocolate fountain began to make abnormal noises.
A sense of distortion appeared on the chocolate fountain.
It was as if a pair of invisible hands were crushing it flat.
Moreover, the chocolate fountain, which was as clean as new, began to decay.
After just a few breaths, the entire chocolate fountain turned into a rusty 'discus', and the scent of 'food' in it completely disappeared.
Jason stared blankly at the chocolate fountain in front of him.
The expectations he had just raised were just like that.
Jason was stunned for two or three seconds before he came back to his senses.
"Slightly stronger waste than 'kitchen'!"
Jason cursed under his breath.
Then, he looked outside the door.
There were footsteps on the iron stairs, and there was a voice like a prayer—
"Lord, heresy has been purged."
"Your glory shall shine again..."
boom!