Chapter 33 Righteous Words Edward

Griffin was stunned by Jason's words.

Can you still play like this?

In an instant, Griffin reacted.

"Yeah, the guy driving the car is a weirdo in cotton, what does it have to do with me, Griffin?"

"I'm in the hospital with a broken foot."

Griffin laughed.

Edward and Bency also reacted.

"yes!"

"Those attackers must be militants who are dissatisfied with their lair being taken over. What does it have to do with us?"

"I'm going back now to try my best to solve this case!"

Edward said righteously.

"So……"

"Everyone, don't let it go."

Saying that, Griffin turned the steering wheel.

The car stopped.

Jason and Edward got off the bus respectively.

One walks towards the 'Watchdog Pastry House' on Pea Corner Street.

One threw the cloak on the car and walked towards the police station.

Looking at the two people who were leaving, Griffin shook his head and restarted the car.

"I hope it ends here!"

"I don't want to be involved in any more dangerous incidents by you guys."

"I am a wounded man!"

"The wounded with a broken foot!"

Griffin stressed.

"Then you are still drifting?"

Banshee asked rhetorically.

"The head can be broken, but the hairstyle can't be messed up."

"I have a foot injury, so I can't stop drifting."

Griffin answered seriously.

Then, he turned his head and asked little Bency.

"Is the pose I just drifted handsome?"

"Are there any beautiful women screaming for me at the scene?"

"No."

Little Bancy shook his head, and then replied in the same serious tone: "There are men there. They really screamed for you, and they are all crawling."

"Hey, hey, will you have no friends like this?"

"Don't forget that I made the 'typewriter' and the current car!"

Griffin raised his voice.

"Um."

"Now I suspect that you, Griffin, not only defrauded, but also stashed firearms and theft."

"When this matter is over, I will investigate further."

Xiao Banxi nodded and said meticulously.

Griffin was silent for a moment.

There was a word in his heart that he didn't know whether to say it or not.

After watching Griffin's silence, Bency quietly twitched the corners of his mouth.

...

The front of the police station was still in chaos, attracting the attention of most people, which made Edward easily avoid the sight of most people, and returned to the police station office with a cup of coffee.

Less than two minutes after he sat down, there was a knock on the door.

Boom, boom, boom.

"Please come in."

Edward said.

The voice fell, and a dark-faced middle-aged man pushed in the door.

The man was wearing a dark brown trench coat, black trousers, and a sweater inside.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw the fragments of the cup on the ground and the coffee on the table.

"Team Edward, where have you been before?"

After the other party walked in, he asked directly.

"You're interrogating me, Chief Clive?"

"and also……"

"Please call me Deputy Chief Edward."

Edward took a sip of his coffee before answering unhurriedly.

The black-faced man froze.

After a few seconds, he continued.

"It was Chief Cecil who asked me to ask you."

"Oh?"

"Cecil?"

"Why didn't he come in person?"

"Are you worried that I will shoot him out of anger?"

Edward sneered.

"you?!"

The black policeman in front of him was stunned. He opened his mouth wide, never thinking that Edward would say such a thing.

"Get back."

"Don't let me get hold of your evidence."

"Otherwise I will put you in the electric chair myself."

Edward scolds.

Clive was stunned for a while, and then, in this stunned moment, the cup of hot coffee was splashed on his face.

"what!"

The sheriff screamed, and then Edward kicked him out.

The people in the hallway were startled.

Looking at Clive who fell to the ground, he didn't know what to do.

"I want to thank those attackers."

"Although I will investigate who they are."

"But I don't need the command of people like you."

Edward's growl echoed in the hallway.

Such a voice naturally reached Cecil's ears.

Feeling Edward's angry and angry shouts, the dedicated Cecil couldn't help frowning.

"It's not him?"

"Is it really those militants?"

"But aren't those militants from Senator David?"

"Could it be..."

Suddenly, Cecil thought of something.

David is a member of parliament and a strong contender for the mayor of New Germany.

but,

Not the only one.

Several others are contenders for the MP.

Could it be those who took advantage of this opportunity...

Thinking of this, cold sweat instantly appeared on this forehead.

He immediately stood up, picked up his coat, and walked out.

As he walked, he said to the office secretary:

"I'm a little uncomfortable. I'll take a break for a while. The previous case and the case that just happened are handed over to... Edward! Yes, it's Deputy Director Edward."

"He is in charge of the recent police station affairs!"

Cecil paused for a moment and decided on the candidate.

Cecil knew all the virtues of other guys.

Let those people "make money", one is better than the other.

But maintaining order and solving crimes?

Except for Edward, he couldn't think of anyone else.

For a long time, he had no favorable impression of Edward, who was not in the same camp as him.

But at this moment, there was a sense of joy in this heart.

Luckily there is Edward!

With such happiness, Cecil left the police station.

However, he did not go home.

Instead, he drove into Sausage Street.

Since he is not feeling well, he naturally needs to see a doctor.

Dr. Hannibal of Sausage Street is famous and is naturally the first choice.

...

Jason returned to the Watch Dogs Pastry House through the window.

Ice hockey masks and machetes with broad blades continued to hide.

The blood-stained homeless clothes, after Jason changed the furniture and clothes, disposed of it.

And after doing all this, Jason smelled a faint pastry fragrance.

The lady pastry chef was apparently preparing the pastries for sale.

Cream, chocolate, banana, strawberry.

The sweet taste instantly dilutes the bloody smell in his nose.

"What will you have for lunch?"

Jason guessed.

And just downstairs, the female pastry chef returned to the store with a bag and walked to the oven. She threw the blood-stained homeless costume into the oven with a calm expression.

Not an oven.

It is a stove for making sugar and making some leftovers.

In the firewood, the clothes were burning.

The female pastry chef moved the clothes a few times with the fire hook to let it burn fully, and then put the kettle on the stove.

Then, the female pastry chef looked towards the second floor.

There was a burning, intoxication in her eyes.

However, after a while, it was a shaking god.

The female pastry chef seemed to be awake from sleep.

She exclaimed.

"Ah, forgot to whip the cream!"