A loud explosion that shook the air.

The window of the 'Watch Dog Pastry House' was shattered.

The same is true for the windows of the surrounding shops.

With the sound of glass slag falling to the ground, Edward rushed straight out.

Jason was a step behind and said to the female pastry chef who was stunned again:

"Do your job, I'll take care of the rest."

With that, Jason catches up with Edward.

The female pastry chef nodded subconsciously as she looked at Jason's back, and then she looked around at the broken counters, the blood-stained floors and shattered windows, and the fires that were rising in the street opposite...... Didn't you say that the war is over?

The female pastry chef in a daze began to pick up the eggs one by one, and began to separate the yolks and whites into the basin, and instinctively stirred them.

By this time, Edward had rushed to the opposite side of the street where the flames were rising.

A team of his subordinates, their bodies scattered here in fragments.

Only the assistant Bansey's body is intact.

At the moment, he was leaning against a low wall with a charred face.

Upon seeing Edward, Bansey immediately said intermittently:

"Team, captain."

"Thunder."

"Invisible Thunder."

With that, Bansey was silent.

Edward hurriedly ran over, and after confirming that his assistant was only unconscious, he rushed behind him in turn, searched for his subordinates on other streets, and said, "Block the scene and call an ambulance." ”

"Yes, Captain."

The team members sprang into action.

Jason, on the other hand, went against the tide and walked into the scene of the explosion.

There was rubble and bodies everywhere.

Black, gray and red are intertwined.

Black blast marks.

Gray gravel blocks.

Red blood.

Rendering this place into a terrifying scene that makes people feel shocked when they see it, Jason walks through it carefully, avoiding the corpses with every lift and landing of his feet.

Then, the wings of his nose fluttered.

Jason expects to smell 'food'.

Unfortunately, the surrounding area was filled with the pungent smell of the explosion, and there was no fragrance at all.

There is no doubt that the scene in front of him should be aimed at Edward and his party.

Edward, who thought he was baiting, became the fish that bit the bait.

The roles of the hunter and the prey are swapped when the 'scarecrow' dies and the head is thrown in the trash.

The corpse of the 'scarecrow' must have been used as bait for the thunderbolt.

Of course, the most important thing is the invisible thunder.

"Illusion?"

"Still ......"

"Some kind of trick?"

Jason thought silently.

Edward, on the other hand, walked back after his assistant was carried away.

Ignoring Jason, Edward began to look through everything that could be a clue.

It's a pity that after looking around, after the ambulances came, they still didn't find it.

"Captain?"

A subordinate whispered.

"Carry everyone's bodies into the car."

As Edward spoke, he was the first to begin to collect the remains.

They deserve to be respected.

Therefore, Edward was very careful and conscientious, trying to keep the body intact.

At this time, Jason spoke.

"Beware of the Thunder."

With that, Jason stepped out.

Edward, who was about to collect the corpse, stiffened.

Edward's subordinates around him were also stunned.

When Jason returned to the Watch Dogs' Pastry House, Edward and his subordinates walked out of the blast site, and then they used a long-range EOD.

Touch the corpses with long sticks or throws.

Without taking into account the losses, such an explosion method is quite useful.

About half a minute later—

Rumble! Rumble!

Two more explosions.

The only remaining glass in the window of the 'Watch Dog Pastry House' has completely fallen off.

Jason picked up the broom and dustpan and began to clean.

And the preoccupied female pastry chef did not notice any of this at all.

A moment later, as Jason finished cleaning, Edward walked up to him.

"How do you know?"

Edward's face was gloomy.

"Invisible Thunder?"

Jason asked rhetorically.

Edward nodded.

Jason smiled.

"It's such a good thing, a hunter won't use it just once."

Jason said slowly as he placed the dustpan with glass shards on the side of the store.

"Hunter?"

Edward was stunned.

Then, Edward, who was not stupid, thought of something.

Suddenly, this person's face became more and more difficult to look at.

It took a few seconds for Edward's face to return to normal.

"Why did you remind me?"

Edward asked.

"Why?"

"Maybe you're better than that Thorndike, right?"

"At least ......"

"You're willing to collect the bodies of your men."

Jason said and walked towards the store.

He could already smell the scent of freshly baked trough cakes.

He's been waiting for a long time.

Looking at Jason's back, Edward opened his mouth, and in the end, nothing was said.

After leaving behind the men to maintain the scene, Edward personally drove back to the police station.

Jason didn't notice any of this at all.

At this time, Jason was already standing quietly in front of the oven.

The aroma of eggs and honey began to permeate in the heat, and Jason couldn't help but swallow.

As the female pastry chef said, freshly baked trough cakes are far more delicious than those that have been left overnight, at least more than twice as rich in aroma.

Click!

The oven turned on.

An even richer scent came to his face, and Jason closed his eyes and inhaled, his face intoxicated.

The female pastry chef, wearing anti-scald gloves, took out the abrasive utensils containing the trough cake, and when she buttoned it, the trough cake entered the container next to it.

After rolling a few times, the trough cakes that look like thickened small cakes stand in the middle one by one.

The top is brownish-red, with a slight crack, revealing a hint of goldenness.

The bottom is slightly burnt, but it doesn't make people feel disgusted in the slightest, but it makes people want to taste it more.

Jason is like that.

He picked up a hot trough cake and took a bite of the bottom first.

Sweet.

It's not greasy yet.

Because, the simple sweetness has a slight sour refreshing feeling.

Be......

Lemon juice!

It should be baking with a little lemon juice in the oil on the bottom.

Jason guessed, and swallowed all the trough cakes in his hand.

The soft texture made Jason pick up the next trough cake again.

It's almost one bite at a time.

Soon, all twenty trough cakes were eaten by Jason.

The female pastry chef brought a glass of mint water.

Jason took it and drank it down.

Call!

With a sigh of relief, Jason's gaze subconsciously swept to the counters around him.

He remembers that it wasn't just about selling trough cakes.

There are also other pastries.

"How soon will you be able to get back in business?"

Jason asked.

"Huh?"

The female pastry chef who was thinking about how to make Jason stay stunned.

hasn't waited for the female pastry chef to come back to her senses—

Knock, knock.

A well-dressed middle-aged man stood in front of the door with a hole in it, and raised his hand to knock on the edge of the door.

"Hello, are you Lady Gixier?"

"I'm here on behalf of my husband."

"He wants you to make pastries."