Return to the car at the police station.

Edward sat alone in the back seat, his eyes on the co-pilot.

"Did you find the homeless man's information?"

"Got it."

The subordinate sitting in the co-pilot turned around and reported-

"Jason, 2nd Infantry Division, Captain."

"He participated in the 'Blue Bridge Blockade', 'Golden Blitzkrieg', 'Turburg Recapture Battle', 'Xie Er Siege Battle', 'Thirty-three Days Protracted Battle', and ......"

Speaking of this, the subordinate was a little hesitant.

"Say."

Edward accentuated.

"I fought 40 times behind enemy lines."

"Complete the Decapitation quest 20 times."

"It's all ...... It was done by one person, without support or supplies. ”

After the subordinate finished speaking, he couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

As a soldier, this subordinate knows very well what this information represents.

"Such a dangerous person let him return to the city."

"Is in the minds of the military's top brass?"

Edward cursed under his breath.

Then, right away, Edward calmed down.

"Why did he leave the army?"

Edward asked.

"It is not specified in detail on the information."

"Just talking about post-traumatic stress syndrome."

"He's seen a psychiatrist, but nothing works."

The subordinate replied, and, without Edward's questioning, continued, "I have just sent someone to question the Hannibal psychiatrist, but the other person is unwilling to reveal Jason's situation. ”

"Didn't you tell them that this was for the safety of the entire city of Xinde?"

Edward frowned.

"Told it."

"But the doctor stood by his opinion."

"When we took the necessary measures, he put our people down and threatened our people that if he offended his faith as a psychiatrist again, he would take out the intestines of our people and stew them in beans."

That subordinate was helpless.

Although they belong to the Einsatzgruppen, there are times when they are very restrictive.

Especially when dealing with people with a very high reputation.

It so happened that this psychiatrist Hannibal was such a person.

Not only was he the private psychiatrist of several big names, but he also set up a charitable fund to help orphans after the war.

Such a character is simply impossible to use necessary measures in the true sense of the word.

"Take the intestines out and stew them in beans?"

"Hmph, ridiculous."

Edward looked somewhat dismissive.

What does a psychiatrist say big?

And the subordinate wanted to say nothing.

"Say."

Edward said coldly.

"I don't think the doctor was joking."

"Our men reported that the doctor should be a veteran."

"When he was watched, his heart was furious."

The subordinate reported.

"Huh?"

Edward frowned.

He believes in his subordinates.

Since his subordinates say that the other party is a veteran, then the other party must be a veteran.

"Set your eyes on those bastards first."

"Once we've cleaned up all these bastards, we'll investigate the doctor."

Edward commanded.

"Yes!"

The subordinate replied.

Then, the subordinate looked at his captain and said cautiously:

"Captain, there's no way a character like Jason could be among those bastards, right?"

"He's a hero!"

"His resume, if he doesn't retire from the army, can become a school officer!"

The subordinate said.

"Those bastards used to be ...... Hero. ”

Edward replied.

The tone was unconscious.

He looked out the window.

"Heroes?"

"That's in the past."

"They're bastards now!"

Edward muttered to himself.

The subordinate stopped talking, with a deep incomprehension and sigh in his eyes.

No one knows what happened.

But that's just the way it is.

For a moment, there was silence in the car.

All that remains is the sound of the engine.

And then—

"Call the main station, Director Edward!"

"Call the main station, Director Edward!"

There was a burst of electricity, and the car radio began to sound.

"I'm Edward."

Edward picked up the walkie-talkie.

"Director Edward, the 'Watch Dog Pastry House' where you were on duty again reported that blood was found in the trash can across the street."

'Watch Dog Pastry House'?!

Edward's hand holding the walkie-talkie shook.

MMP, he hasn't gone back yet!

The bottom of his heart was tumbling like thunder in the heavenly mountains, but Edward, who was silent on the surface, replied lightly: "I know." ”

……

Less than half an hour apart.

Jason sees Edward again.

The car of the new 'Special Deputy Director' was again parked in front of the 'Watch Dog Pastry Shop'.

Edward, who stepped out of the car, glanced at Jason and walked straight to the trash can.

Edward's subordinates have once again placed martial law on the scene.

When the lid of the trash can was opened, Edward's emaciated face was unusually gloomy.

The same is true of the surrounding police officers who cordoned off the scene.

It's not just the skulls that appear in the trash.

And because this head is their man.

"'Scarecrow'!"

"He's not staring at this ......"

The subordinate who reported to Edward couldn't help but exclaim after seeing the head inside the trash can.

"Bansey."

Edward stopped his assistant's exclamation.

Bansey immediately stopped.

"Arrange for someone to search here."

"The scarecrow's body must be found."

Edward commanded.

"Yes."

The people around responded at the same time.

Then, immediately spread out and take action.

Edward stood there and thought.

The 'Scarecrow' was the oldest of his subordinates, with a wealth of experience, skill and a firearm.

That's why the 'scarecrow' became the person to keep an eye on here.

However, Edward never imagined that in less than half an hour, one of his right-hand men would be separated.

Who did it?

Edward thought, his gaze subconsciously looking at the 'Watch Dog Pastry House'.

At this time, Jason asked the carpenter to change the door again.

Sensing Edward's gaze, Jason turned his head.

The two looked at each other.

The next moment, Edward walked over.

"Talk?"

Edward said.

"What are you talking about?"

Jason asked.

"Tell us about your experience."

"Talk about the head of my subordinate in that trash can."

"Tell me if you've noticed anything."

Edward scanned the store as he spoke, and then, naturally, his gaze locked on Jason's trolley.

"Can I take a look?"

Edward asked, his eyes fixed on Jason.

"Yes."

Jason said calmly.

The hockey mask and the broad-bladed short-handled machete had been placed in a safe place for a long time, and he was not afraid to check it.

Edward didn't act.

That's how he looked at Jason.

Then, the other party asked.

"Did you notice anything before?"

"Nope."

"I was cleaning."

Jason said truthfully.

As he picked up the pastries, he was so focused on the food that he didn't notice what was going on outside.

It's not about perception, it's just about being too focused.

However, Edward was not convinced.

"Really?"

He asked rhetorically, and then, just as he spoke again—

Rumble!