Listening to Jason's swearing words, if you don't look at the appearance of Jason wearing a hockey mask and holding a machete with a broad blade and short handle at the moment, it is really quite convincing.
But when Brian stood in front of Jason, looking directly at Jason wearing a hockey mask and holding a machete with a broad blade and short handle in his hand, combined with his tall and strong figure, the middle-aged Father felt that the Jason in front of him no longer looked like an ordinary pervert or a serial killer.
but...
Perverted killer!
It's the kind of perverted killer who has no goal, no commonality, and is purely for killing, just like ordinary people eating and drinking, as long as they encounter it, everyone will die!
Subconsciously, Brian took another step back.
Jason, who was wearing a mask, put too much pressure on him.
He swore that in his working life, the most terrifying opponent he had encountered was not as stressful as Jason in front of him.
"A simple description?"
Brian said subconsciously, and his hands were already on his lower back.
He has to be ready to draw his gun at any time.
At least he was able to protect himself when Jason swung a knife at him.
"certainly!"
"I'm a realist writer!"
"As you all know, as a realist writer like me, wearing a mask and a machete is reasonable, and whenever the night is quiet, I like to put myself into the corresponding role and find inspiration... Is there anything wrong with that? "
Jason asked back of course.
Facing such a rhetorical question, Brian felt a surge of energy burst forth from his chest.
Realist writer
Looking for inspiration
This kind of mask would make him feel cold when he looks at it, and the machete that can smell the unique bloody smell when standing here, is it just a prop for you, a realist writer, to find inspiration
What a fool!
wrong!
Ghosts don't believe it!
With your appearance, the fierce ghost will run away when it sees you.
Thinking in his heart, Brian started to back away towards the corridor door.
He is leaving.
He can't stay here any longer.
He is going to save his daughter.
As for Jason's 'hobby'
For the safety of his daughter, he was going to pretend he didn't see it.
"Nice to meet you, Jason."
"But, I have to go."
Withdrew to the corridor, Brian said.
"Together."
Jason said.
Brian should be going to save his daughter.
And him
Naturally it was hunting.
The deliciousness of the 'food' has already made him impatient.
Especially when he thought of sitting quietly at the dining table and tasting 'food' after dark, Jason's eyes were full of excitement.
You know, when you taste 'food' in the dead of night, the taste of 'food' will be more delicious, including but not limited to instant noodles, barbecue, milk tea, spicy crayfish, hot pot and so on.
Saliva began to secrete unconsciously, and Jason couldn't help swallowing.
Gudong.
The sound is very clear.
So here comes the problem.
What will you do when a man standing in front of you, nearly 2 meters tall, extremely strong, wearing a hockey mask and holding a machete with a broad blade and short handle is swallowing at you
What the others did, Brian didn't know.
However, Brian quickly drew his gun.
The gun rushed down and didn't point directly at Jason, but that attitude said everything.
Stop, you killer, don't come here!
Come again and I'll shoot!
Brian exuded such an aura all over his body.
And Jason
"We have the same goal!"
Jason said with certainty.
"Thanks."
After Brian thanked him very sincerely, he opened the door directly.
Throughout the whole process, he maintained the posture of holding the gun with one hand, opening the door with one hand, but facing Jason.
After the door opened, Brian backed out without stopping.
Then, he raised his hand and closed the door directly, rolling to one side.
A wooden door, Brian was sure that if Jason wanted to, he would be able to open it directly. He would not leave his safety in the hands of a man who seemed extremely dangerous.
Therefore, after the standard dodge action, Brian leaped over the railing of the stairs and jumped down.
The door opened again.
Jason came out. He stood in the shadows and looked at Brian who was going away, not only shaking his head.
With such movements, the ice hockey mask loomed, and there was an indescribably ferocious and terrifying feeling.
But Jason didn't realize it.
He thought it was normal.
He loves the freedom and comfort of wearing a mask.
For Brian's rejection
Jason didn't take it to heart at all. Since the other party refused, of course he wouldn't force it.
After all, he is also more used to acting alone.
The invitation just now was just a polite and compensatory inquiry after seeing the news provided by Brian.
He, Jason, doesn't take advantage of people for no reason.
But if the other party refuses, then it is not his problem.
call!
Thinking of this, Jason took a deep breath, and then let it out heavily, a faint voice sounded from behind the mask—
"The world is filthy again!"
The next moment, this tall, strong figure was completely hidden in the afterglow of the evening.
…
In the extended car, Ahmed sat there calmly, with one hand on the armrest of the chair back and a glass of red wine in the other.
Aimode lightly pinched the glass column at the bottom of the glass with his fingers, and with a slight shaking of his wrist, the fragrance in the wine subconsciously came out.
Both sweet and lightly fruity.
The smell of alcohol is looming.
Amoud sniffed and frowned.
What he likes is strong wine, the kind of strong wine that is hot when you sip it.
Then, drink half a bottle in one go.
However, he must now maintain his identity.
He is no longer the kind of little gangster who wanders the streets, he needs to have style.
At least, to make outsiders look, he has style.
That's what a big man should be, isn't it
Therefore, even when he is alone, he must keep himself in this style.
Because, this is what he has always dreamed of.
Even if he felt bad in his heart, he was happy with it.
Jingle Bell.
The phone rang.
Aimode glanced at the series of **** hidden numbers above, and picked up the phone directly.
"I did as you said."
Aimode said in a deep voice, there is no temptation.
His phone has been refitted, and most of the numbers cannot be displayed*. Although there have been similar situations before, he has dealt with them, and now the only one who can display similar numbers is the crazy imitator. .
"Well, I see it."
"You're doing a great job."
The voice changed by the voice changer sounded from the receiver, and the other party's tone, which was similar to the superior ordering the subordinate, made Aimode's hand holding the receiver unconsciously tighten.
However, there was no trace of dissatisfaction in Aimode's voice.
"Can you give me those things back now?"
Ahmed asked.
"certainly."
"You closed our deal."
"I will return these books and videos to you as agreed."
"I wish us a happy cooperation."
"You can send someone now, but..."
"Aren't you willing to continue working with me?"
The other party elongated his tone, even in the changed voice, there was a touch of playfulness.
"I don't want to!"
Emmaid refused without hesitation.
He would not be attracted by such a small trick.
How childish.
"It's a pity. I originally wanted to tell you some news about Speaker Dodd, but unfortunately..."
"etc!"
"Dodd? Are you talking about the Dodd I know?"
Amoud, who was still indifferent at the last moment, sat up straight.
"Otherwise, is there a second Dodd in 'Cherry City'?"
The other party asked back.
But this time, Ahmed spoke very simply.
"Let's talk about the next cooperation."
Aimode naturally knew that the impersonator had malicious intentions.
However, the 'bait' thrown by the other party was really delicious.
It was so fragrant that he had to face it squarely.
Dodd, the speaker of Cherry City, is a real big shot, and he is also the one who has been preventing him from entering the parliament.
Of course, this is not because of how honest this Dodd is.
The other party's filthiness was almost the same as his.
The reason why he stopped it was because the one he supported was Dodd's biggest competitor.
Everyone in the parliament knows that the next speaker will be chosen between the person he supports and Dodd, and now, Dodd has a considerable advantage.
If any 'accident' smooths out that advantage... that would be great.
"What do you want me to do?"
"Just like in the book, continue to introduce clients to that Jason?"
Ahmed asked.
"Well, just like in the book, please continue to introduce clients to Mr. Jason. When you make Mr. Jason famous and get a certain amount of wealth, I will complete the transaction."
"Please remember, don't push the seedlings to encourage them, and don't make your own claims."
"What I want is exactly the same as in the book."
Said the changed voice.
The other party paused here, and then spoke again.
"Of course, if you follow me next time, our transaction will be cancelled!"
After the other party finished speaking, he hung up the phone directly.
Beep, beep!
There was an electronic tone from the handset, and Ahmed hung up the phone. He looked at a device connected to the phone with a gloomy face. He was not sure how the other party knew that he had installed the tracker, just as he was not sure about the other party How do you know some of Dodd's 'handles'.
You know, he tried his best to find Dodd's handle.
But nothing!
Could it be cheating me
Ahmed thought about it, but shook his head in the next moment.
probably not!
Since the other party can find out my handle, it is only natural to find Dodd's handle.
I couldn't find it, only because Dodd was wary of me and the people I was related to.
And it is much easier for an outsider to come.
Ahmed made excuses for himself.
People always stand on the angle that is beneficial to themselves and look at the good side to think.
Even if there are some problems, if you see them, you will turn a blind eye.
Because, that's...greed.
To exchange a very small price for a high benefit is really going to make people forget about it.
Ahmed is no exception.
Even, he is extraordinarily greedy.
"This guy really cares about immersing himself in his own world, so Jason becomes an essential part. If I can control Jason..."
Seeming to have thought of something, Aimode's face became more and more gloomy.
And at this moment—
Jingle Bell!
The phone rang again.
This time the number displayed was his subordinate.
Moreover, he is still a confidant.
Therefore, without hesitation, Aimode picked up the phone directly.
"What's up?"
Aimode asked very simply, if he knew that there was nothing wrong, this confidant would not call him.
"Someone attacked our base!"
Bang, bang, bang!
In the words, bursts of gunshots sounded around, and the moment Aimode heard the gunshots, his heart tightened.
You know, it is not only his secret base but also one of his important sources of income.
Once something unexpected happens, he will suffer an unbearable burden.
"who is it?"
"Who attacked?"
Ahmed growled, and his face became hideous with the growl.
"yes… "
boom!
There was another gunshot, different from being around before, this time it was right next to my ear.
The voice stopped abruptly.
"What is it?"
"Say it!"
Ahmed heard the gunshots, but he still hoped that his subordinates would have more vitality and tell him the most important clue. Unfortunately, he could only hear the gasping sound through the earpiece, which was the blood foam choking into the trachea Li, wanted to speak, but was suffocated, completely out of breath.
Everyone is in this state when they are about to die.
Aimode knew that this subordinate was finished.
More importantly, he will suffer unimaginable losses.
"It doesn't matter who you are!"
"You are dead!"
Emmaud threatened.
"me too!"
"No matter who you are, I will definitely kill you with my own hands, because you have done the most unforgivable thing, and I will use the methods I have learned in my long career to become your nightmare."
"I'll find you one by one."
"Then, kill you one by one."
After finishing speaking, Bryan, who was in a secret base in Aimode, dropped the phone in his hand.
Snapped!
The microphone collided with the landline, making a crisp sound.
The sound echoed in the empty room. Pieces of corpses on the ground were stained with white powder. Soon, the white powder was soaked and turned bright red, sticking to the corpses.
Brian didn't even look at the .DU.makers.
It is not a pity for them to die.
only…
Where is my daughter
This is the most secret place he can find belonging to Emmod.
Brian, who was thinking, took out the bomb that he had prepared long ago from his schoolbag, placed it gently on the table, and then turned around and walked out.
Walking out of the door, Brian pressed the button directly.
boom!
The flames shot into the sky, and Brian walked in one direction without looking back.
There is the direction of Aimode's residence.
This father can't wait any longer.
He is ready to meet each other.
then, have a good talk
And at the other end of Cherry City, John shot the man in front of him.
This is a 'broker', not what he was looking for.
Still, he didn't lose track.
Just now he has already tortured and found out whose subordinate this broker is.
In fact, at the beginning, the other party directly threatened him with his boss.
Ahmed!
Big shot in Cherry City!
John knew each other.
So, in order to confirm, he tortured this 'broker' to confirm what the other party said.
Since the 'broker' does not know who is behind the scenes, the boss of the 'broker' must know.
Thinking of this, John headed towards Aimode's residence without stopping.
Aimode, who was returning to his residence in the car, always felt terrified. Not only was one of his secret bases destroyed, it seemed that something even more terrifying was about to happen.
no!
I can't sit still!
I want to call people!
Thinking of this, Aimode raised his hand to get the phone, but before he could pick it up, the phone rang.
Jingle Bell!
The sudden sound of the phone made Ahmed's frightened hands tremble.
He froze for a moment before picking up the phone.
Then-
"Ahhh!"
"monster!"
"There are monsters!"