A barbecue grill converted from a charcoal brazier for winter heating appears in Jason's makeshift location.

On the red-hot charcoal, two little finger-thick, four-meter-long strips were coiled up and placed on a temporary woven barbed wire, and the flames were scorched at a high temperature, making the two strips squeak, and the strips that could resist the cutting of the kitchen knife could not face the flames at all, and the two strips began to expand and burst, and the juice splashed in all directions, and the aroma was rich.

Jason carefully sprinkled pepper and flipped over.

Evenness of heat has always been the key to cooking.

In order not to waste food, Jason cheered up the spirit.

This is especially true when preparing two foods at the same time.

The minced meat that was picked up, Jason cleaned it, and chopped it up again.

The minced meat was much softer than the tough strips, and it was quickly chopped into a stuffing by Jason, and then some shiitake mushrooms he bought on the way back were also chopped up and mixed into the filling.

Stirring sufficiently, so that the filling and the mushroom crushed almost combined, Jason pinched a handful of stuffing with his left hand, and with the pressure of his palm, squeezed out the meatballs from the tiger's mouth, and with a spoon in his right hand, the meatballs were put into the pan.

Laugh at!

The oil, which had already been hot, made a pleasant sound the moment it came into contact with the meatballs.

In the hot oil that completely submerges the meatballs, the mushroom meatballs are quickly fried until golden brown.

Drain the oil, remove it, and then turn the strip over.

After a few cycles, Jason had lunch to himself.

The mouth is crispy, juicy, and with black pepper, it looks like a black pepper grilled sausage.

Mushroom meatball crispy, although only a little salt is added, but the meat is rich, Jason takes one bite at a time, very happy.

When the last meatball enters the stomach, the preretinal text reappears -

[Devouring the Hanger!] 】

[Minor recovery from injury!] 】

【Satiety +1】

【Satiety: 1】

……

A familiar warm current rises from Jason's stomach and swells throughout his body.

In this warm state, the pores of the whole body seemed to be about to open, which made Jason squint his eyes pleasantly.

But soon, Jason came to his senses, and he looked at the skill bar again.

As he expected, reaching the entry-level [Gunpowder Weapon. Light weapons], there is no + sign, and it is obvious that more [Satiety] is needed.

Naturally, Jason's gaze stayed on [Hand-to-Hand Combat (Basic)].

Jason didn't plan to accumulate Satiety.

It's not that I don't want to

But it can't!

The situation he was in now and the dangers he might encounter made him understand that increasing his strength quickly was the most correct choice, even if it was a little more.

Because, this little change in strength may affect life and death.

In order to accumulate a little [satiety] and face death directly, Jason would not do such a thing.

"Boost [Hand-to-hand Combat]!"

Jason chosen.

Suddenly, the same knowledge and body synchronization adjustment as before reappeared.

When it was all over, Jason not only had more grappling skills in his mind, but his body was also a little stronger.

The most direct change is the description of [hand-to-hand combat].

[Hand-to-hand combat (beginner): The body itself is a powerful weapon, and after a long period of basic training, you not only have certain skills, but also gradually become stronger; Effect: +0.1 CON

……

With +0.1, reaching a CON of 1.3 has become Jason's highest stat.

This instantaneous ascension, visible to the naked eye, became powerful was so wonderful that even Jason couldn't help but take several deep breaths in a row to control his excitement.

"Food!"

"I need more food!"

Jason told himself again.

However, he did not act in a hurry.

He knew very well that the guy who had lost the layout would not strike again so quickly.

It is safe for at least 3 days.

The first case was on August 5th, the second on August 8th, the third on August 11th, and today is August 14th, and the fourth occurred - while buying mushrooms on the way back, Jason bought a newspaper by the way, not only confirming the exact date, but also getting more information about the world.

Of course, the money was paid by Finch in advance.

"From the beginning to the present, every three days, it has never changed."

"Even, for the sake of today's smoothness, the other party is still suspicious."

"August 17 ......"

Jason whispered the date.

Then, Jason began to think about the meaning of the other party's actions.

It's like picking a police officer to start with.

It is highly likely that there is some connection between the two.

Jason is convinced of this.

Unfortunately, there was so little information that Jason couldn't figure out where the connection was.

However, this did not prevent him from giving the sheriff some of his own views and suggestions.

Even if the strength does not allow him to take the initiative at the moment, this does not mean that Jason will be beaten passively without doing anything.

At the very least, he could advise Bundy to step up the number and firepower of night patrols.

The two battles were enough for Jason to understand that although these 'food' were strangely capable, they were still powerless in the face of gunpowder weapons, and as long as an adult with a gun could put aside his fears, he would have a considerable chance of winning.

I'm afraid this is the biggest reason why the gunman chose to shoot secretly and create panic, only the timid and fearful are more likely to succeed.

Otherwise, if the other party has a monster that is not afraid of guns, he will definitely complete what he wants to do with great fanfare.

Wait a minute!

Whether the other party completes a 'hunt' every three days is to strengthen the monster's ability.

Suddenly, such a guess popped into Jason's mind.

Suddenly, Jason's face changed slightly.

He had no corresponding occult knowledge, but such speculation, in the eyes of the eye, was the most likely.

Without delay, he got up and walked out.

Just as Jason was about to ask Finch where Bundy was treated, Sheriff Bundy knocked on Jason's door.

Knock, knock.

"Me, Bundy."

"Please come in."

After Jason answered in the affirmative, the sheriff pushed the door open.

The other party's entire arm was placed on his chest, fixed with a bandage, the blood-stained clothes had long been replaced, and his face had the normal feeling of malaise after the injury, but his eyes were not slackened, and his gaze was still firm and tenacious.

"Your suitcase."

Bundy bent down to pick up the box at his feet and handed it to Jason.

"Thank you."

Jason took the 'suitcase of his own' and thanked him.

The box is made of rattan and woven so finely that it leaves no gaps, and it is not at all visible from the outside, but it is not too heavy, about the weight of three large pigs' trotters.

"That's what I'm supposed to do."

"And ......"

"Thank you for saving Finch."

Bundy's serious face was full of gratitude, and the sheriff pulled out a folded piece of paper from the pocket of his coat, opened it, and handed it to Jason.