Chapter 95

Free shopping?

Everyone was stunned, and a strange feeling rose in their hearts.

Two of the six people have been to the 'Fishbone Street', and even, it can be said that they are regulars.

Although the remaining four have never been there, they have heard of it more or less.

But the scene in front of him was really far from what he had imagined.

What about the place outside the law?

What about cruelty and coldness?

What about dark and unsightly?

How did it become a shopping mall?

After Jason's eyes swept across the middle-aged man, he subconsciously looked at the female pastry chef.

The female pastry chef even pointed to herself.

"I?"

"Yes, it's you."

"As the 100,000th person, you have become a distinguished guest of our 'Fishbone Street'."

“You can shop and play as much as you like here.”

The middle-aged man looked kind and even said with a hint of humility.

"It's the first time I've heard of such an event on Fishbone Street."

Griffin said.

"Because it's the first time it's been held."

The middle-aged man replied with a smile.

"Then why is it her, not me?"

"We almost got off the bus together, didn't we?"

Griffin asked again.

"In the order in which they came to me."

The middle-aged man answered in an orderly manner.

What else did Griffin ask?

Edward and Bency stopped him from left to right.

They didn't forget why they came to Fishbone Street.

Not for thorns, but for the 'Ghost Squad'.

There was a bit of vigilance in Jason's heart.

The group returned to the car, and the two cars drove side by side.

The middle-aged man looked at the passing vehicle and immediately returned to the post.

"Her Majesty has entered the tunnel."

"The guards follow at any time."

"And... let those bastards go back to where they're supposed to be."

In contrast to the kindness just now, the middle-aged man who picked up the phone said in a cold voice.

After hanging up the phone, the middle-aged man dialed a few more numbers, gave the same instructions, and then sat back in the guard booth.

He frowned, thinking.

Why did Her Majesty come back suddenly?

Is it something we are not doing well enough?

Still some assholes...

and many more!

Shouldn't it really be those bastards!

The middle-aged man who thought of something stood up again, picked up the phone and dialed a number.

"Find me what those bastards have been up to lately."

After speaking, the middle-aged man waited patiently.

Because he knew very well that such an inquiry would not have any difficulty for the person on the other side of the phone.

In fact, so too.

About a minute later, the investigation report came through the microphone.

"Some of them offered a reward of 50,000 yuan to a woman named Jischel..."

click!

With a crisp sound, the palm of the middle-aged man holding the phone shook, and cracks appeared on the receiver immediately.

"Hey hey hey, what's wrong?"

"Someone has put a bounty on those bastards."

"It should be someone related to Jisiel, or simply the guy who forced them to show up?"

Voices came from the receiver.

"Okay, I see."

"I'll deal with those bastards."

The middle-aged man kept his usual answer.

However, the moment he hung up the phone, the middle-aged man fell to his knees, holding his head in his hands.

Done!

Done!

I'm going to be killed by those bastards!

no!

no!

I have to save myself!

Thinking of this, the middle-aged man got up again, picked up the phone and dialed it.

...

Sitting in the car driven by Hannibal, Jason asked Hannibal all about Fishbone Street.

"Fishbone Street can be considered a black market in ordinary people's understanding."

"But it's much more than the black market here."

"Deception and killing are everywhere."

"It has its own rules, but it's not a comfortable place."

Hannibal replied.

Then, the psychiatrist looked at the female pastry chef through the rearview mirror.

He was also curious as to why this scene happened.

The female pastry chef was confused, and even Hannibal couldn't see anything from such a face.

A bunch of rice buckets!

An inexplicable voice resounded in my heart.

The female pastry chef was stunned.

Then, shook his head.

"What's the matter, Gilcher?"

Jason, who had been staring at the female pastry chef, asked.

"nothing."

"It just feels weird."

"Those people looked at me strangely just now. Could it be because of... the bounty?"

The female pastry chef shook her head with a serious look on her face.

Bounty? !

Jason was startled.

yes!

A bounty of up to 550,000!

With such a premise, the scene just now seems to be incomprehensible.

"What bounty?"

Hannibal asked.

Immediately, Jason explained it again.

"So it is."

Hannibal breathed a sigh of relief.

He worries about the unknown.

Like this known?

He is fearless.

How much he came, how much he buried, saving fertilizer money.

"Ms. Gilcher, please don't leave me and Jason's sight for a while. Their so-called shopping bills are to make you immerse yourself in shopping before you start."

"And, 550,000 is not their goal."

"Their greed is beyond your imagination."

"Since someone is willing to offer you a reward of 50,000 and give you 500,000 in revenge, then there must be more."

"This is a bunch of bastards who want to squeeze oil out of the stone. They will try to get more from you."

Hannibal reminded the female pastry chef.

"thanks."

The female pastry chef thanked him reluctantly.

Then, slowly approached Jason, and narrowed the distance with Jason.

Then, she raised her hand to touch Jason's palm.

But the moment she raised her hand, the female pastry chef's face turned red.

In the end, he could only land on the seat 10 centimeters away from Jason.

Seeing such a scene, Hannibal couldn't help but look away.

Sure enough, I was overwhelmed.

but……

I seem to have forgotten something.

What could it be?

Hannibal couldn't help shaking his head and began to concentrate on driving.

The tunnel is down.

The length is more than 10 kilometers.

Every 30 meters, there will be lights.

Jason watched everything silently.

Imprinted everything in my mind.

Especially when he came to the end of the tunnel, Jason's eyes widened.

He needs to see what the 'Fishbone Street' looks like.

Then……

Scattered houses, gravel-paved roads, and cars are neatly parked in the parking lot on the side. At the end of the tunnel, there is a smiling waiter who guides them into the parking lot on the side.

In the front are several grills with a variety of food on them.

Two organists dance and play around the grill.

Several young girls sang and danced.

In the distance, children chased and ran back and forth, laughing and laughing.

"This is Fishbone Street?"

"How is it the same as a resort?"

The female pastry chef couldn't help asking.

Griffin, who got off the car at the back, rubbed his eyes, and then he shouted loudly: "What about the gallows here? Why has it become a barbecue? And here is a guillotine, how could there be an organist? Shouldn't the dancers there be solicitors? Shouldn't the running children be robbers disguised by dwarfs?"

The waiter who guided him walked over with a smile.

"Hello, this gentleman, although you are a resident here, if you continue to say this, we will still sue you for defamation."

"Yo what?"

"Do you want me to let my guard down and give me a sap?"

"Tell you, no way."

Griffin continued to growl.

Edward and Little Bansy on the side were also stunned by the 'Fishbone Street' in front of them.

Then, the two of them twitched their noses at the same time.

Dishwashing liquid!

They smelled dish soap!

Subconsciously, the two of them felt that their palms were submerged in the icy water again, and the bursts of biting were unbearable.

Hannibal and Jason were thoughtful.

The lady pastry chef scratched the ground with the tip of her boot.

On the gravel road, there is some wet feeling.

"The streets are cleaned up."

"It's rushed, but it's thorough."

"Has the whole town been mobilized?"

The female pastry chef speculated, and looked at the food on the grill.

"Beef, lamb, pork, chicken and fish."

"Categories, excellent meat quality."

"But it was obviously just put there, and there were also those organists and dancing girls, whose expressions were a little stiff and watched us from time to time. As for the children in the distance, they could run farther away, but they kept revolving around, and they didn't stop. Stop laughing, you've been laughing for so long, aren't you tired?"

"Everyone be careful."

"There is danger here."

The female pastry chef hid behind Jason.

She did not see the helplessness on the faces of the smiling waiter, the accordion player, the dancing girls.

They don't want to either!

But they are not professional!

Now this is the best effort!

The smiling waiter was about to explain.

But at this moment, a strong, inseparable malicious gaze swept over and landed on Jason, who was blocking the female pastry chef.

Jason, who has been paying attention to the barbecue, raised his eyebrows, and the already suppressed hunger could no longer be suppressed. It burst out in an instant, and the instinct that belonged to the predator began to boil. Finally, it rose up and roared. .

boom!