A sudden gunshot interrupted the young man with the mustache.
He lowered his head to look at his chest that had been pierced by bullets. The blood had already stained his clothes red and was still smudged. Out of instinct, he turned his head. He wanted to see who fired the shot.
Dying red, he saw John.
John, wearing a black suit and white shirt, held a gun to his forehead.
"wait… "
boom!
Another shot.
However, this shot was aimed at the forehead.
The bullet penetrated between the eyebrows, and the young man with the mustache fell directly to the ground.
And the gunfire didn't stop.
bang bang bang!
With three quick shots, the three thin and strong accomplices wearing knitted hats lost their mobility.
Then
Bang, bang!
Two more shots, and the two men in knitted hats and thin figures fell to the ground with bullets in the eyebrows.
Only the strong man remained.
"Don't, don't kill me!"
"We're just hired!"
"We're just hired!"
The muscular man emphasized.
"Who hired you?"
Jason asked.
"have no idea."
"He'll call us when he has something to do, and we'll get paid when we do it..."
The muscular man shook his head, pointed to a mobile phone on the table, and then saw John raise the gun in his hand.
Suddenly, the man struggled and shouted loudly.
"Don't kill me, I didn't kill your dog!"
"It's just a bar...!"
boom!
John pulled the trigger straight away.
It's still between the eyebrows.
"She's not just a dog, she's my everything!"
John said coldly, and then shot four more times at the four corpses on the ground.
After confirming that the four people were dead, he picked up the mobile phone on the table, opened the received call, and looked at the number marked with *********, but John didn't call it.
He sat on the sofa and waited quietly.
He believed that the other party would call again.
As long as the other party wants to continue to reproduce "Cross Street Stalker", they will definitely call.
In fact, the call came faster than John expected.
Just ten minutes later—
Jingle Bell!
The phone rang.
After John connected a palm-sized machine to the mobile phone, the call was connected.
"asshole!"
"What do you eat?"
"I just asked you to dispose of the body and put the dog there! Put it there! Not kill it!"
As soon as he picked up the phone, there was a roar from the receiver.
It was a very angry roar.
"Um."
John didn't really speak, but just answered vaguely.
"I tell you!"
"You have no chance!"
"I will look for new staff!"
"Not you bunch of disobedient shit!"
After the voice on the other side finished speaking, he hung up the phone.
However, this is enough for John.
He looked at the data uploaded from the machine in his hand, and after a few simple operations, he confirmed where he should go next.
John got up and walked out.
At this time, Jason had just returned to the vicinity of apartment 3A.
Compared with John's driving speed, the speed of the police officer driving was too slow.
Moreover, the other party seemed to slow down on purpose.
There is no doubt that this should be the arrangement of the sheriff.
"Guess that the murderer is to reproduce "Cross Street Stalker", so he 'controlled' me, the protagonist, and slowed down my speed, so as to contain the 'killer' and gain more time and initiative?"
Jason thought silently.
Since he could guess it, David would naturally be able to guess it too.
Jason never doubted a sheriff's IQ.
After all, it is impossible to be a front-line sheriff who is on the scene in person.
And what did the other party do
Jason is in favor.
Undoubtedly, the current 'killer' has substituted himself in it, and he has become the 'protagonist' in his own book. The two need to interact with each other all the time, so that the plot of the whole book can be promoted.
Once one of them fails to keep up, the interaction will naturally stop.
only…
Will the other party stop the interaction so simply
Even if he is 'passive' stop.
Will the other party have other arrangements
There must be!
Since the other party is already going to reproduce "Cross Street Stalker", they will naturally consider all aspects and will not just be 'dragged' like this.
So, what will it be
"parking!"
Jason, who was thinking, suddenly spoke.
squeak!
In the friction between the tires and the ground, the car stopped steadily on the side of the road.
The police officer driving looked at Jason suspiciously.
Jason pointed out the window.
There is a fast food stall there.
Although he was thinking, Jason's eyes would not miss the 'goal' that had already been set, especially this 'goal' was related to food.
"You want a hot dog?"
The policeman was stunned for a while, his face was unresponsive.
"Of course."
"Aside from that that attracts me, is there anything else?"
Jason said and pushed the door to get out of the car.
The policeman subconsciously wanted to stop him, and he raised his hands before he came back to his senses. He was just sending Jason back, not escorting him.
Jason is not a prisoner.
This is a fact.
Immediately, the policeman swallowed the words that came to his lips.
Jason ignored the police officers behind him, he was attracted by the smell of grilled hot dogs, sandwiches, orange juice, and fat house water.
"what do you need?"
"Hot dog? Sandwich? Fat house water, orange juice?"
A fat boss with a three-jaw supported the table and pointed to the price list next to him.
The price list is in the style of a small light box, and the lights are not turned on in the afternoon.
Grilled hot dogs: 2.5.
Sandwiches: 3.0.
Fat house water: 2.0.
Orange juice: 2.0.
…
There are only four things in total, and the price is clear.
"Ten hot dogs, ten sandwiches, five fat house waters, and orange juice."
"Fat house water with ice."
According to his own food intake, Jason quoted the amount of afternoon tea that should be served, and emphasized it specially.
The fat boss glanced at the police car on the other side of the road with a dazed look on his face.
"Are you going to follow?"
"That's why you bought food for two people for a whole day?"
"Don't worry, leave it to me."
"Bob is a partner in justice."
As the fat boss said, he walked to the stove beside him and started to work.
Jason didn't have any intention of explaining.
Right now, he only cares about food.
After a while, when the food was ready, the fat boss handed it to Jason.
"75 yuan."
"Thank you for your patronage."
said the fat boss.
Jason took out his wallet, carefully counted out 75 yuan and handed it to the other party, then turned and walked towards the police car.
"come on!"
The fat boss made a cheering gesture behind Jason.
"Um."
"After closing the stall at night, watch the news."
Jason said as he walked, without stopping at all.
"What?"
The fat boss asked suspiciously, but this time, Jason didn't answer, but boarded the police car.
"Are you going to retreat and write?"
The policeman looked at Jason, who was carrying a large pile of food, and couldn't help asking.
"Normal afternoon tea."
Jason replied, and then directly took out a hot dog.
This is a corn dog.
It is a hot dog wrapped in corn syrup and deep-fried. It has both the taste of meat and the sweetness of corn. The fat boss also added some chocolate. After one bite, the slightly thick cocoa flavor and the sweetness of corn rushed directly to the taste buds. , but when the teeth touched the ham, there was a hint of elasticity, and then, bang, the casing was torn, and the gravy shot out directly in the mouth.
It's not pure pork sausage, but mainly chicken with some fish added.
Delicious without losing the texture.
good.
I didn't expect it in vain.
Jason commented.
After eating a hot dog, Jason picked up the sandwich.
It is a common ham sandwich with fried eggs, cheese slices and ham slices.
However, unlike ordinary ham sandwiches, the fat boss chose beer ham as the main ingredient.
As soon as the slightly salty taste and cheese are fused together, there is an immediate reaction for a few seconds.
The omelette fried to crispy on both sides and the fluffy bread slices add more than one level to the taste of the sandwich.
Uh-huh.
Jason ate two in a row and couldn't help but nodded.
Gudong, Gudong.
belch!
After drinking a glass of Fat House water in one gulp, he burped.
Do I need to say more about Fat House Water
Lying there, drinking it one mouthful at a time, when the belch came out, the soul seemed to be sublimated.
Orange juice is squeezed out of oranges, which is fairly fresh.
"Can patronize the second time."
Jason thought.
The police officer driving the car kept looking at Jason through the rearview mirror.
Undoubtedly, this police officer was the first time he saw someone eating so fast.
Even though the distance was less than 200 meters, he was still in the car, but he ate a hot dog, two sandwiches, drank a glass of fat house water and a glass of orange juice, and, judging by Jason's appearance, he didn't seem to stop mean.
Is that really so delicious
The police officer couldn't help guessing, but he made up his mind in his heart. After sending Jason off in a while, he went to buy some to try the taste.
The car stopped again.
"Please pay attention to safety."
"You should be targeted too."
"However, please rest assured that we will protect you."
After the police officer finished speaking routinely, Jason unexpectedly pointed to the car in the distance.
Not hidden anymore
wrong!
Not only is it no longer hidden, but it is still on display!
This is putting pressure on the 'killer'!
Said that if you want to 'reappear', you have to break through his blockade
Did you put all the pressure on yourself
Thinking of the smiling face of the middle-aged police chief, Jason couldn't help thinking.
Undoubtedly, the other party is more reliable than imagined.
Also, quite cunning.
Jason surpassed ordinary people's perception, but he could clearly perceive the garden behind the apartment, a room on the second floor, and the next door to his room on the third floor, all with eyes locked on him.
These eyes were full of vigilance, without malice.
Obviously, this is the real stalker.
that car
Nature is bait.
"Thanks."
After Jason expressed his thanks, he carried the rest of the food and walked towards the third floor.
Of course, Jason ate while walking.
But in order to be inconspicuous, he controlled himself very well.
It wasn't until after entering the room that he opened his mouth—
call!
The air flow surged, and Jason opened his mouth, as if a black hole had opened up, and the remaining food in his hand was swept away.
"really!"
"Food should be eaten with big mouthfuls!"
Jason whispered to himself.
Then, while turning on the TV, he took the "Cross Street Stalker" out of the bedroom and study, and started to read it again.
He always felt like he was missing something.
Time passed by every minute and every second.
The sun in the west began to slowly set.
At about a quarter past four, Jason raised his head, and he looked towards the door.
A person is approaching the third floor.
The opponent's footsteps were not in a hurry, and they were extremely calm.
seconds later—
Boom, boom, boom.
"Hello, is this Mr. Jason?"
After knocking on the door, a polite voice sounded.
Jason walked over and opened the door.
At the door, stood a middle-aged and elderly man in a tuxedo and white gloves.
The other party has gray hair, a pocket watch chain hanging from his chest, and a polite and rigid face, which fits people's image of a housekeeper.
"Hello, Mr. Jason."
"I am Mr. Ahmed's butler."
"Mr. Ahmed would like to see you."
"Of course, I won't let you stay away. It's just downstairs. Similarly, I will compensate you for your time delay... Please promise that my master and I have no malicious intentions."
The old housekeeper said politely.
After speaking, he bowed to Jason.
Seeing the bowing old butler, Jason frowned.
He subconsciously thought of the protagonist in "Cross Street Stalker", after finding the landlord's dog, and helping a husband find evidence of his wife's extramarital affair.
This husband is Ahmed
Jason thought, and at the same time, he also understood the other party's way of coping at this time.
Overwhelm people with power!
Jason didn't know who Ahmed was, but Jason could be sure of one thing, this Ahmod was definitely either rich or expensive.
Needless to say, just look at the other party's housekeeper.
A person who can afford such a qualified butler naturally has a pivotal position in 'Cherry City'.
And such a big man is enough to make all the arrangements of the middle-aged police chief come back to nothing.
Is this how you cope
it's actually very good!
Jason said something from the bottom of his heart, and said to the old housekeeper in front of him, "Yes."
"Thank you so much!"
"Please come with me."
Joy appeared on the face of the old butler, and after bowing again to salute, he walked straight ahead to lead the way.
Just like the old butler said, Jason will not be kept away.
In fact, the place where I met Mr. Aimode was downstairs.
An elongated, silver-white car was parked there.
Even people who don't know much about cars can feel expensive when they see this car.
Of course, that's not all.
Two black cars were parked in front of and behind the silver-white extended car, and six bodyguards wearing sunglasses stood on both sides of the convoy, with their backs to the car and facing both sides.
The sunglasses blocked his view, but Jason could feel the scrutiny.
As soon as he appeared, this kind of scrutiny followed.
Obviously, that Emmod's bodyguard is not putting on airs.
But Jason is more interested in that Mr. Aimode!
because-
He smelled 'food'!
I wish everyone a happy and healthy Lantern Festival!
Feilong ate too much glutinous rice balls at noon... I have been suffering from toothaches all afternoon, and I haven't written a single word. Sorry to say, I would like to ask everyone for a leave.
I also wish everyone a happy and healthy Lantern Festival, everyone should hold on and don't go out!
In addition, the glutinous rice balls stuffed with red bean paste are even more delicious than expected