Chapter 24 Dinner Invitation

A young man sat in the car.

A slightly fancy coat, long hair and shawl, a handsome young man with a face, but the look in the other's eyes made Ada feel uncomfortable.

It's like those felons who have been pushed into a cage.

Depressed and crazy.

Facing such a person, the operator wisely took a step back and looked at him with vigilant eyes.

"Don't worry, I'm not a bad person."

"I'm just looking at you alone and want to ask if you want to hitch a ride."

"However, it looks like you don't need it."

When the other party said this, he rolled up the window and motioned for the driver to drive.

With the roar of the motor, the car slowly drove away.

Looking at the car leaving, the operator was relieved.

If the other party insisted on letting her in the car just now, she would run back.

After all, the police station is not far away.

Simply okay.

With this thought in mind, the operator lady again waited for the arrival of the stagecoach.

And behind her, a hand suddenly stretched out from the darkness.

There was a handkerchief in the palm of his hand, and it directly covered the mouth of the operator.

"Wow, woo..."

The lady operator lost consciousness after struggling a little.

The car that just left came back again.

I don't know when to get out of the car, the young man who appeared behind the operator, with an excited smile, threw the operator into the back of the car, and after slightly tidied up his coat, he went in this time.

"drive."

The other party ordered.

The car starts again.

However, the driver who was driving said:

"Young Master, you promise Master..."

"To shut up!"

"I know what I'm doing!"

"Don't worry about it!"

The driver was interrupted before he could finish speaking.

After that, the driver remained silent.

The young man looked at the comatose operator lady with a look of intoxication.

hunting!

Nonstop hunting!

It feels so good!

How could I stop!

The whole city will be my hunting ground!

The young man's face was unconsciously twisted and grim.

...

under the light.

A dining table appeared in the shop on the first floor of the 'Watchdog Pastry House'.

The door was already closed.

The female pastry chef sat opposite, holding her hands, watching Jason who couldn't wait to reach out and pick up a walnut bun.

The walnut buns are soft, and the smashed walnuts on the top are not only without any bitterness, but also sweet.

It must have been handled in a special way.

"After I boil it in soup, I stir-fry it, and then break it up."

Seems to see Jason's doubts, the female pastry chef explained.

Jason nodded, completely ignoring the answer.

The hand is fast enough to bring bursts of afterimages.

Twelve walnut buns were almost swept away.

"water."

The female pastry chef handed the glass over.

Double the mint and lemon in it.

It's to get rid of boredom.

Jason drank it.

Then, picked up the egg tart on the side.

click, click

The golden-yellow egg tart is crispy on the outside, and when chewed, it makes a burst of crunchy noises, the inside is soft and waxy, and there are... chopped apples.

The crispness that should have faded appeared again.

The sour feeling not only did not dilute the sweetness of the egg tart, but instead made the sweetness more obvious.

"I actually wanted to add some whipped cream and raisins."

"But today's pastries are sweet enough."

"Instead of making the sweetness appear, it makes it tasteless."

The female pastry chef said.

Can acid express sweetness?

Jason silently wrote this down.

And after Jason ate the last egg tart and drank a double mint lemonade, the lights outside the window flickered.

The footsteps belonging to Edward and Bansy sounded.

Then, there was a knock on the door.

Boom, boom, boom.

The lady pastry chef walked over quickly and opened the door.

"Good evening, Miss Gilcher."

"Good evening, Edward, Bency."

After the two sides greeted, Edward's eyes turned to the man who had fallen to the ground and claimed to be a lobbyist.

After scrutinizing the other party's appearance, the leader of the special operations team directly confirmed the other party's identity.

"Griffin!"

Edward said.

"You know him?"

The female pastry chef looked at Edward in surprise.

"Um."

"This guy is a news dealer and middleman, who re-sells some things that are between prohibited and not prohibited. He is also considered a little famous in Xindecheng."

"As long as it's making money, he does it."

"However, it won't be too much."

"Even if you are caught, you will be imprisoned for a few months, or even fined."

Edward introduced each other.

Then, he looked at Jason.

"He calls himself a lobbyist?"

"The bastard who created the serial disappearance of women hired him to convince you?"

The leader of the special operations team asked for confirmation.

Jason nodded.

And just after Jason nodded, Edward licked the other's hair and pulled out.

Jason and the female pastry chef looked at Bansi, who was also gnashing his teeth in confusion.

"The race keeper is dead."

"The 'ink' that interrogated each other together is also dead."

"If it wasn't for your phone number, Ms. Gilcher, if you called the captain out, the captain would also..."

The words are not finished, but the meaning is obvious enough.

The female pastry chef covered her mouth and her eyes widened.

She never thought that such a thing would happen at the police station in Xindecheng.

Jason was thinking of the dead Sendak.

Has the situation gotten so bad?

After about five minutes, Edward walked back with the bruised Griffin.

Even with a blue nose and a swollen face, Griffin is still confused.

yes.

Of course he was confused.

He was willing to lead the way.

But was directly knocked out.

Then, woke up again.

If he was knocked out too quickly, he didn't feel the pain, and then he was beaten and kicked in the face, but he really hurt.

He wanted to resist.

Can……

He couldn't beat Edward.

Instead, he was severely attacked by Edward's fighting skills in the military.

This made Griffin instantly understand, don't resist, that is, be beaten.

If you resist, even if you don't get killed, you will be disabled afterwards.

Under the light of the light, Griffin tried his best to widen his swollen eyes, cracked his bruised mouth, and revealed a smile.

Just under the swelling, those wide eyes are just a slit.

The corners of that blue-purple mouth were even more grinning and gnashing of teeth.

Griffin couldn't help covering his mouth.

"Masters, what do you need?"

"As long as I can do it, I will do it."

"But... do you want money?"

Griffin, covering his mouth, insisted on his bottom line.

"Who is that bastard?"

Edward asked.

He hadn't interrogated before because, he thought, Jason had a right to know this.

Hearing this question, Griffin answered without hesitation.

"Senator David."

"what?!"

Edward, Bansy, including the female pastry chef all exclaimed.

Seeing this long-awaited scene, Griffin was extremely satisfied.

He had waited too long for this moment.

only……

Why isn't that Jason surprised at all?

Does he already know?

Griffin was still thinking when he saw Jason stand up.

"What do you want? Don't you know the name of Senator David?"

Griffin spoke cautiously.

He wanted to save some face, but he was afraid of irritating Jason, so his tone was very deliberate.

But Jason smiled.

He said lightly--

"Do you know what's wrong with me?"

"I'm just going to have dinner."