The 'Minister' has arrived!

Quietly, without notifying anyone, he just appeared at the police station in Xinde City, and then ......

Took Edward with him.

Went to the barracks outside the city.

"The other party came with malice!"

"When that guy looks at me and the captain, it's like a vulture hunting for food!"

Little Bancy said.

Jason's face sank like water.

What does the other party want to do when he takes Edward away?

Lure him to the barracks?

That was Jason's first reaction.

Jason couldn't guess anything other than that.

In fact, it's not just Jason who thinks of this, everyone in this room thinks of it.

"The 'Silver Federation'? Hehe. ”

"Jason, be careful."

"There are some things that are so much more simple than they seem."

The old professor let out a chuckle.

Because of historical research, the old professor who has access to some real historical materials has a clear understanding of how the 'Silver Federation' was established, and the whole process is completely full of intrigue and trickery.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is the struggle of villains.

Between the deceptions, the whitewashed high-sounding.

Even, the real 'heroes' were put to death.

Just to make the villain wear the crown.

As a result, he doesn't have any affection for the entire Silver Federation.

Yes, I have a good impression of Jason, who can be called a 'hero'.

"Jason, calm down, things are still getting bad like that."

Hannibal motioned for little Bansey to sit down first, and then, too, said to Jason.

"Hmm."

"I just can't figure out why the 'Imperial Minister' took Edward."

"Me?"

"It's probably not the most important part."

Jason nodded, puzzled.

Compared to him, the Pruss family is undoubtedly more worthy of attack.

And want to implicate the Pruss family through him?

It's also impossible.

After the last conversation, the two sides have maintained the purest relationship of interest, not allies, and even he has not seen the old Taidi and Taidi again.

The person who sent the gift was only a deacon of the House of Pruce.

Of course, the gift is generous enough, 10,000 cash and some valuable jewelry.

This kind of compensation is enough for ordinary people to live a prosperous life for more than ten years, and if they save a little, they can live a lifetime.

But the more this is the case, the more it proves the estrangement of the Pruss.

Because, it is impossible for them not to know that these things have no effect on Jason.

They should also know that what Jason needs is cherished materials and secret techniques.

Jason naturally knows this.

But there was no special reaction.

Rejected the other party's allies and still want the other party to treasure them?

He is not the protagonist, how can he have such treatment.

So, he certainly can't influence the Pruss family.

And what else?

Jason's brow furrowed.

Hannibal frowned similarly.

The psychiatrist couldn't have imagined it.

Little Bancy sat in his chair and rubbed his hands impatiently.

He's a true god now.

Usually with Edward, he mostly does what he is told, but now that Edward is gone, he doesn't know where to start.

And he couldn't directly say anything about letting Jason go to the barracks.

Little Bancy is anxious, but he is not a fool, and he will not have no bottom line.

He wouldn't ask his friends to do their jobs.

What happens once Jason enters the barracks?

No one knows.

Of course, it is precisely because of this that little Bancy became more and more anxious.

"Damn! Damn it! ”

"I only have two mortars, five light machine guns, two heavy machine guns, and two thousand kilograms of explosives compared to the entire camp, which is too much difference!"

"Whether it's the number of people or the firepower, it's too far behind."

Little Bancy held his head and thrashed in frustration.

He hated himself for saving up a little more.

It would be nice to have a tank now!

At least he can fight to the death.

Can now?

He didn't even have a chance to give it a shot.

And just as everyone was thinking, the sound of a megaphone suddenly sounded on the street—

"Edward, an important member of the 'Ghost Squad', has been arrested!"

"The betrayal that lurks among us!"

"He will be hanged at dawn tomorrow!"

On top of a modified car, driving several loud horns, a person stood there shouting incessantly.

"Fart!"

Little Bancy stood up and was about to rush out, but Jason grabbed him by the shoulder.

"Look around the car."

"At least five people are hidden."

"If you rush out and dare to make a move, you will definitely be caught - after all, you are used to ventilate the news, and now that your role is gone, it is better to catch it back as a bargaining chip."

Jason said in a deep voice.

Little Banxi was stunned for a moment, and instantly calmed down.

His eyes looked out the window.

Those people were quickly locked.

The slightly unusual, but familiar temperament, made them have nothing to hide in the eyes of little Bancy.

"Bastard!"

"What does he want to do!"

Little Bancy roared.

"What for?"

Jason sneered and said slowly.

"Of course, it's to wash away the 'grievances' for the 'ghost squad'!"

"Everything that the 'Ghost Squad' did was directed by Edward, and the members and captains of the 'Ghost Squad' were kept in the dark, completely unaware, and just acted according to orders."

"Now the 'wise' 'Minister' has seen all this, directly captured the culprit Edward, and let the 'Ghost Squad' return to the right path again."

"Isn't it perfect?"

At the end of the sentence, Jason asked rhetorically.

"How dare he?"

Little Bancy was frightened by Jason's words, and he couldn't speak a little bit.

"Not only did he dare, but, was already doing it."

Jason pointed out the window and said lightly.

Little Bancy slumped directly into the chair as if he had been drained of all his strength.

"The hero is on the guillotine."

"The little people are on stage."

"The cycle goes on and on."

"Eventually?"

"It's a farce."

The old professor held the teacup and sighed softly.

The voice was like a song.

It's just that this kind of poetry is a little hard to accept.

"Farce?"

"If it's not lively, how can it be called a farce?"

"I'm sorry, Professor Coulson, I was going to have you lunch, but I needed to do something about it."

Jason turned to the old professor and apologized.

"Next time for lunch."

"I'm waiting for your invitation."

"Anytime."

The old professor said with a smile.

Jason sent the old professor to the door, and when the old professor picked up the coat and hat on the hanger, he suddenly whispered, "Never give up hope, like the light of the morning light—faint, not hot enough, but gentle and firm." ”

Jason was stunned.

He didn't understand why the old professor said that.

However, before Jason could ask, the old professor patted Jason on the shoulder three times and turned to leave.

Jason, who was a little puzzled, watched the old professor leave.

Then, just as he was about to turn around and return to his room, there was a sudden commotion in the streets—

A group of children, who don't know what appeared in the crowd.

They hummed songs, carried baskets, and ...... Rotten eggs smashed on the shouting man.

The sound inside the loudspeaker suddenly stopped abruptly.

The shouter was smashed and had to get back into the car.

And the pursuers hidden in the crowd are helpless in the face of the scattered children fleeing.

But others won't miss the opportunity.

They silently approached the pursuers.

The knife in his hand flashed.

Poof, poof!

Blood spurts.

"Ahhh

"Dead!"

"Dead!"

The crowd that gathered dispersed in an instant.

The shooters also dispersed with the crowd.

Suddenly, Griffin became extremely conspicuous.

Although he was wearing a futon on his head, it was really too familiar to Jason and Little Bancy.

"I heard that 'Cloak' was caught?"

"I think it's time for me to do something."

Tossing the knife up and down, Griffin's voice came from behind the futon.

Griffin's eyes involuntarily looked at the figure by the kitchen stove.

He only felt that his knees were a little weak, and he subconsciously wanted to kneel.

But when he came, Dordot's command echoed in his ears.

Someone has taken action against the people involved, and we have our own rules on Fishbone Street, but we won't sit idly by. ’

'You're there for Bi Xia as a liaison. ’

'Remember not to reveal your Majesty's identity, or ...... Put you in a dung pit and drown. ’

Behind the threat, Griffin knew it was not intimidation.

Every month, there are many dead spirits in the dung pits of 'Fishbone Street'.

And he?

Definitely not wanting to be next.

It's just that he still can't accept the reality.

The soft and weak female pastry chef turned out to be the 'Queen of Fishbone Street'?

This is really unexpected, what is the difference between Erha becoming a king?

Almost subconsciously, Griffin began to recall whether he had ever been rude to Her Majesty, and the memory was not bad, which made him sigh out, and then looked at Jason's gaze, and became extremely envious.

The man of the 'Queen of Fishbone Street'.

It is destined to be under one person and above ten thousand.

It's really envious.

He wanted to take his place.

The doctor told him that he had bad teeth and a bad stomach, and that he was the best fit for soft rice.

"Griffin, I sense you're thinking something rude."

Jason frowned and looked at Griffin.

Little Bancy on the side excitedly dragged Griffin in and asked excitedly, "Those are your helpers?" Griffin, you still have such a helper. ”

Little Banxi witnessed the scene just now, and naturally he could confirm the strength of those people.

Concealment skills are outstanding, and the most important thing is coordination.

If these people are willing to make a move, it is not impossible to get Edward out.

"I'm quite well connected in Fishbone Street."

Griffin raised his head and said shamelessly.

"Will those people help?"

Little Bancy asked.

"It should ...... No problem, they will definitely help for my sake! ”

Griffin peeked at the female pastry chef, and after the latter nodded slightly, he said immediately.

"Great!"

"We can save Edward."

"We're going to retaliate with a tooth for a tooth!"

Little Bancy shouted excitedly.

Jason took out his hockey mask from his coat and said in a soothing tone:

"A tooth for a tooth?"

"Nope."

"If a dog bites you, you can't bite it back, so I prefer a quote from my hometown, where people call it ......"

"'Gift exchange'!"

With that, Jason slowly put on his hockey mask.

His gaze was as cold as a knife.

Bang!

Outside the house, the muffled thunder of winter suddenly exploded.

In the flash of lightning, a scarlet scarlet filled the cold eyes.