Jason saw the newspapers at the breakfast table.

Gisier was not in the habit of subscribing to newspapers, but after discovering that Jason seemed to be a fan of newspapers, he walked to the corner newspaper to stop buying.

Jason looked at the fonts that were enlarged and bolded, looked at his photos, looked at the [City Recognition] that increased by 5%, and ate breakfast silently.

Large portions of luncheon meat sandwiches and warm milk.

There is sugar in milk.

Warm and sweet.

Luncheon meat with an omelette.

The omelette is slightly charred, and the softness of the meat is just right.

During the whole breakfast, Jason didn't say a word.

The female pastry chef looked at Jason worriedly.

She knew what had happened last night.

In the same way, she knows why there are such reports in the newspapers.

Davide Jr.'s father.

Congressman Davide.

The other party made a move.

Make black white.

Or rather......

Turning things around?

Whatever it was, that little Davide must be fine.

It's just the girls......

Thinking of this, the female pastry chef's eyes reddened slightly.

But, right away, the female pastry chef turned her attention to Jason as he stood up.

"Jason?"

The female pastry chef asked worriedly.

If it weren't for Jason's habit of reading newspapers, she would never have given them to Jason.

She preferred that Jason didn't know anything so that her condition would not get worse.

"It's fine."

"Isn't that what New Virtue City is like?"

"Like those people say, it's changed."

"Become ...... Unfamiliar. ”

Jason waved his hand and said as he walked upstairs.

As he walked up the corner on the second floor, Jason turned to the female pastry chef and said, "I want to sleep for a while, call me for lunch." ”

With that, Jason walked into the utility room.

Click.

The door closed softly, and the deadbolt cracked.

Jason slowly took off his home outfit - it wasn't given by the female pastry chef, but the only set of clothes under his trolley that could be considered acceptable.

Therefore, it is better not to stain such clothes with blood.

In particular, the blood of some beasts is stained with a foul smell.

Putting on his slightly dirty homeless costume again, Jason raised his hand and took the hockey hockey mask out of his clothes.

He slowly put on his mask.

Took a deep breath.

Then, spit it out heavily.

Call!

The long-lost sense of comfort and security has reappeared.

Picking up the broad-bladed short-handled machete, the cold glow on the blade was reflected on the eye socket of the ice hockey mask, and the eyes did not flicker or move at all, only a cold killing intent.

The world is filthy.

Naturally, it needs to be cleaned.

Blood is the best detergent.

……

Syllable!

Another cup, slammed into the ground by Edward.

The cup is torn apart.

Whew, swoop.

Edward gasped.

Like a wounded beast.

No.

The wounded beast also knows how to lick its wounds, and Edward's wounds cannot heal.

He has been ignoring.

Or something that escaped, just threw it directly in his face.

The beating made his nose blue and his face swollen.

Beat him bloody.

Beat him ......

Sober.

Oh, yes.

Sober.

Edward turned his head to look at the release order signed by the director, and the corners of his mouth grinned.

A silent smile.

Hideous.

And, crazy.

He pulled out the key and pulled open the bottom drawer on the left side of his desk.

Inside there was a revolver and rows of bullets.

The silvery-white revolver has a slender muzzle with a hint of beauty.

Edward picked up the revolver, shook off the wheel slots, and picked up the bullets and loaded them one by one.

days, not collected.

He, come and receive.

……

"Hahahaha!"

"Hahahaha!"

"Hahahaha!"

After reading the morning newspaper, Griffin lay on his hospital bed at the police station, laughing loudly, tears streaming from his eyes, and he couldn't breathe with laughter.

"This is Xinde City!"

He said.

Then, shaking his hands.

The handcuffs that bound his right hand made a loud noise, waking little Bancy up.

Little Bancy looked up and looked away from the newspaper with a blank look on his face.

"Hey, little Bancy."

"Don't be so uncomfortable."

"You have to learn to get used to it."

"You know, this is Xinde City!"

Griffin said with a smile.

"But, but ......"

"He's made so many mistakes."

"Shouldn't you be punished by the laws of New Del City?"

Little Bancy muttered.

"The sanction of the law of New Del City?"

"Hahahaha!"

Griffin laughed again, and then, suddenly, in a brisk voice, asked, "The law is just, the last hope of the people, the umbrella of the weak, but that is somewhere else." ”

"In New Tak City?"

"The value of its existence is the tool of the strong...... No, it should be a fig leaf for reckless behavior. ”

Griffin said and lay down again.

Then he saw little Bancy get up and run out.

"Why are you going?"

Griffin shouted.

"Captain!"

"Something will happen to the captain!"

Little Banxi replied without replying.

Edward?

That guy shouldn't be, right?

Looks like a very calm person, huh?

Griffin was stunned for a moment, thinking subconsciously, and then, he suddenly thought of another man who suffered from post-traumatic stress syndrome.

Suddenly, Griffin's face changed.

He didn't want to get into some big trouble that he couldn't solve.

That madman must be stopped.

Thinking of this, Griffin's hand shook.

Click!

The handcuffs that bound him were just opened.

Then, the whole person limped out.

However, at the moment of going out, he turned around and pulled a hospital mattress, ripped off the list with the number of the hospital bed number printed on the outside, and put the core on his head.

……

In the corridor of the police station, Davide, dressed in a decent suit, led little Davide in front, followed by the groveling chief.

"Well done."

Davide said.

"It should be, it should be."

"It is an honour for me to serve His Excellency the Parliamentarians."

The director hunched as he spoke.

"If I succeed in my bid for mayor, I will leave a place in the mayor's office for you or someone associated with you."

Davide said in a low voice.

"That couldn't be better."

The director once again and again snorted.

Isn't that what he wants?

All you need to do is move your pen a little and sign it.

So, why not?

Davide ignored the director and looked at his son.

"Remember what I told you."

"There will be reporters in a moment."

"You recite it straight away - as for the veteran, I'll clean him up afterwards."

Davide said, a grim look on his face.

How could he not hate?

The hole cards he had hidden for years were gone.

If you don't break Jason's body into thousands of pieces, how can you eliminate the hatred in his heart.

That was after that, though.

Right now?

A perfect press conference is the best way to end this matter.

Thinking of this, Davide raised his hands and pushed open the door of the police station-

Squeak.

The door opened.