The early autumn sun has risen high.
The sun shone on the entire city, the coolness of the night dissipated quickly, and the temperature began to rise rapidly. Many workers outside chose to be shirtless to dissipate the heat, while those gentlemen just untied their shirts for the sake of demeanor. However, they still chose shaded places as much as possible, or simply traveled by carriage, and opened the windows.
In the police station, such high temperature is no exception, except... the interrogation room.
However, Tick's wife always felt a gloomy atmosphere constantly surrounding her.
cold!
A chill came from the bottom of her heart, making her curled up body tremble more and more.
The oil lamp on the table flickered on and off.
As if being controlled by an invisible palm.
Tik's wife dared not go to see it.
She was afraid of seeing what she shouldn't see.
She was afraid of seeing something that shouldn't exist.
"Carina."
"Dead."
"It's dead."
Tik's wife murmured.
She should hope that such words can comfort herself.
Unfortunately, it is of no use at all.
Instead, it made her even more frightened.
call!
Suddenly, a cool air blew by her ears.
There is a strong fragrance in the breath.
It is floral.
It is the scent of roses.
This scent is still fresh in her memory.
Because, that's...
Karina's favorite flower smell.
Karina has a sachet full of rose petals on her body.
That's what she smells like.
She is coming.
She is coming.
"Ah!"
Screaming, Tick's wife crawled out from under the table and headed for the door.
But one palm grabbed her, and the palm was so strong that she couldn't move at all. Subconsciously, Mrs. Tick wanted to kick her with the other foot, but it was in vain.
Not only was it empty, but...
There is no one behind.
It was empty and there was no one there.
But her feet were still dragged.
In an instant, Tick's wife collapsed.
"Let me go."
"Let me go."
"I did not do it on purpose."
She was no longer struggling, she was just limp there, and it seemed that she could only say such a sentence.
She didn't see the door open.
Not to mention that Jason rushed in the moment the door opened and pulled the trigger.
The bullets of MF92 shot out, and behind Tick's wife, where there should have been nothing, suddenly there were layers of ripples, and then... blood burst.
Immediately afterwards, a monster with a height of 1.5 meters and long silver hair that was almost transparent appeared just like that.
The opponent has a head like a baboon, with protruding fangs, strong and powerful arms, and flushed cheeks.
"Roar!"
Although the MF92 bullet hit the opponent before, not only did it not cause any substantial damage to the opponent, but instead angered the opponent, he roared at Jason.
And Jason picked up the lever-action shotgun and responded.
boom!
Click, click.
boom!
Click, click.
Loud gunshots, crisp levers being loaded, one after another, one shot after another.
The monster took a step back with every shot, and Jason took a step forward with every shot.
After three shots, the opponent had already retreated into the corner.
Jason didn't stop, and continued to pull the trigger.
In front of the interrogation room, Finch, who was crawling, grabbed Tik's wife and pulled her out. At the same time, bombs were thrown into the interrogation room.
Not the kind that ignited the fuse.
"Jason!"
the sheriff shouted.
Jason stepped back quickly.
Click, click!
boom!
After the lever was loaded, the last bullet struck the monster.
Then, a bomb whose fuze was about to burn out completely flew out of the sheriff's hand.
"Avoid!"
The sheriff yelled loudly.
The police officers in the corridor retreated one after another.
Jason, who is in charge of everything, is no exception.
boom!
Boom!
Amid the huge explosion, the entire police station trembled, and cracks appeared on the solid walls of the interrogation room.
A more intense fragrance appeared in the nose.
Smelling the scent, Jason lifted his spirits.
Although the monsters exude the fragrance of food, they will only become rich in fragrance after they become real food.
After several experiences, Jason summed up this truth.
The smoke and dust scattered, and Finch, the sheriff holding a revolver, approached vigilantly.
"nailed it?"
the sheriff asked softly.
After seeing Jason nodding, the sheriff immediately breathed a sigh of relief. You know, he was taken aback when Jason told him just now that the guy they were waiting for had arrived.
He never thought that the 'Avengers' would come so fast and so suddenly.
In his mind, the 'Avengers' should come at night.
Thankfully it worked out.
If something happened to Tick's wife at the police station...
I'm afraid he won't have the face to stay in this position.
"Thanks."
Bundy thanked him sincerely.
"Need not."
"We help each other."
Jason shook his head.
After discovering that mysterious aura appeared in the interrogation room, he informed Bundy without hesitation, and then made a plan for him to take the lead and cover Bundy and Finch.
Jason wasn't sure what he was encountering at the time.
If it is an existence that needs to use [Protection from Evil], then Bondy and Finch are his last protection.
And what if monsters that could be dealt with with gunpowder weapons
The result is naturally just like that.
As for not needing help, doing it alone
On the premise of having a trusted helper, Jason would never choose this way.
There is great power in numbers!
He remembered the proverbs of his hometown.
Listening to Jason's words, Bundy obviously misunderstood something.
The sheriff patted Jason on the shoulder, with an obvious smile on his face, and said:
"That's right."
"We are comrades-in-arms and partners who help each other."
The grace of saving lives before and the friendship of fighting side by side now made Bundy more and more approving of the 'night watchman' in front of him.
Maybe young.
Maybe dry humor.
But, really reliable.
"What do we do next?"
Bundy asked.
"Finch, go and collect the minced meat of the monster."
"Bundy, go find someone to buy me spices, I want pepper, turmeric, cardamom, cinnamon, bay leaves..."
Jason said naturally. After halfway through the conversation, he suddenly thought of something, turned his head and asked the sheriff seriously, "Can these be reimbursed?"
"They are all necessary to deal with monsters."
Jason emphasized.
The sheriff was puzzled, but out of trust in Jason, he finally nodded.
"Can."
After speaking, the magistrate continued to ask: "And then?"
"Then?"
After Jason asked a question, he began to press the No. 13 bullets into the shotgun in his hand one by one. He said in a flat voice, "It's time for us to fight back!"