Chuck, the director of the 'shelter' in Ang, looked at Ett Demon, who was raising his gun at him, his brow furrowed slightly, and his face was puzzled.

"Aitdemon, what's going on?"

"If you have any requests, we can sit down and talk."

Chuck raised his hands.

"Why did you do that?"

Aitdemont asked coldly.

"What do you mean?"

"I don't understand what you're saying."

Chuck's face was full of confusion again, and then he saw Ett Dmund, who was pointing a gun at him, pulled his gun out of his desk, and turned on the monitor.

Jason was still seen sucking on a chocolate fountain.

How does he know?

Chuck was amazed.

Just now, Aitdermon didn't look for anything, he took out his hidden gun, and in the same way, when he turned on the monitor, he didn't hesitate, as if he knew that everything was supposed to be like this.

"Is it because Esther's report makes you suspicious of me?"

"But why don't you doubt Esther?"

"He should be suspicious, too."

Chuck asked.

"Esther is a good young man, even if he had a bewilderment in his heart beforehand."

"Moreover, he simply cannot give the order to the escorted action team to 'eradicate the mole'!"

"In the entire Aung Thanh, only you, Chuck, can give such an order like everyone in the six-person action group, and you are controlling them to kill each other!"

Aitdemon's voice grew colder and colder.

Hearing such words, Chuck smiled.

He did not deny it.

In the face of the facts, there is no need for him to deny it.

But there was one thing he still doubted.

"Why not 'anomalous' control?"

He asked.

"Because my senses didn't tell me there was an 'anomaly.'"

Ett Dermon replied.

"Feelings?"

"What a ridiculous reason."

Chuck scoffed at Ett Dermon's answer.

How is it possible for a person to form a prescient intuition about the 'anomaly'?

Is it a judgment based on the formation of a muscular response by fear?

How can it be?

Absurd!

With that, Chuck turned and walked towards his desk.

He had more than one gun hidden.

"Don't move."

With a low snort, Ett Dermon lifted his kick and kicked Chuck in the knee.

Syllable!

With a crisp sound, Chuck fell to one knee directly.

The muzzle of the gun then went straight to the back of Chuck's head.

Ettemun's crooked fingers were already tightly clasped on the trigger, and the back of his hand was bruised, and he glared at the person in front of him, his breathing was involuntarily short, and he ...... I want to pull the trigger.

Chuck, who fell to his knees, looked stunned.

The kick he had just made him more stunned than Aitdermon had discovered his secret.

Who is Ett Demon?

He knows it well.

When he saw the danger, he retreated, and when he saw the benefits, he relied on his meager salary, and it took almost ten years to save enough for the down payment on the house, and then, in the face of the pressure of repaying the loan, he still did not seek to make progress.

It's just a salted fish.

But even such a salted fish dared to kick him.

Chuck was furious.

He wanted to stand up and teach the other party a hard lesson.

But he didn't act rashly.

The muzzle of the gun in the back of his head told him that it was best not to act rashly at this time.

"It's very neat."

Chuck, who got down on one knee, chuckled.

"I was also promoted from the squad to the C ranks."

Aitdermon said coldly.

"Me too, so that's why our meeting became like this?"

Chuck chuckled, and then, he continued, "I think we need to talk, maybe I'm not as upright as you, but I'm above board. ”

As he spoke, Chuck was about to stand up.

"Above board?"

Such words irritated Ett Damund.

He lifted the kick again and kicked Chuck in the knee socket as he had just stood up.

It's still the same leg just now.

And, this time, Aitdermon kicked harder.

Click!

Chuck fell to his knees again with a slight crack of bone, pain spreading from his knees, making him shiver all over.

How many years has he not been injured again?

He hadn't had anything like this since he was promoted to supervisor, and he was used to directing from behind the scenes.

He's used to using his brain.

And not with the body.

At this time, there is no exception.

"I was forced too!"

"I never thought anything like this would happen!"

"I swear!"

Chuck raised his voice.

He wanted to use such a voice to prove that he was really forced.

In the same way, he wanted someone to find out what was going on.

Only someone found out, and he had a hundred ways to keep the bastard Ettemon from eating and walking around.

Some of the rules of the 'shelter' work well.

"The same is true for the Templars?"

Ettemon almost squeezed the words out of his teeth.

Chuck's body trembled as if struck by lightning.

He knows!

He even knew about my collaboration with the Temple?!

Subconsciously, Chuck was about to turn his head to look at Aitdermon.

Because, he felt like he had never known this subordinate.

He needs to take a good and detailed look at the other person.

Unfortunately, Ett Dermon didn't give him a chance at all, and slammed the butt of a gun into Chuck's face.

Syllable!

Chuck fell to the ground, his teeth spitting out blood mixed with it, but Chuck didn't pay any attention to it.

"Give me a chance."

Without hesitation, Chuck began to pray.

"How did I give you a chance?"

Ettmund's eyes had narrowed, and the dangerous glint in his eyes had reached a limit.

"I didn't have a choice before, now I want to be a good person, God has said that you can give a chance to those who make mistakes......"

Bang!

Before he could finish speaking, Aitdermon pulled the trigger.

The bullet lifted Chuck's celestial lid.

The Director's eyes widened and he died in disbelief.

To his death, he didn't understand why Aitdemund had shot.

"Okay."

"I send you now to your God, and let Him give you this opportunity."

Looking at Chuck's corpse, Aitdermon said.

The gunfire finally alarmed the security guards at the secret base of the 'Asylum'.

They burst into the office with guns.

Scanning the situation in the office slightly, the security guard, who was unable to tell the truth of the matter for the time being, subconsciously pointed his gun at Ett Dermon.

Without any resistance, Aitdermon threw the gun and grabbed it.

"Aitdermon Senpai?"

Esther appeared after the security guards.

He looked at the scene in front of him in amazement, completely unaware of what was happening.

"I want to say a word to Esther."

"In front of you."

Aitdermon gestured to the security guard, who nodded without objection.

Although it is possible that Ett Dermon was the murderer of the base director, these security guards were not stupid, and the picture on the monitor was enough for them to guess.

"Esther, immediately mobilize manpower to go to the address on the screen to support His Excellency Jason."

"Remember to bring heavy weapons!"

With that, Aitdemund consciously walked out.

The security guards immediately followed.

Looking at the back of Ettmund being surrounded by the security guards, Esther froze in place.

After a long time, Esther muttered to himself.

"Senior, the address on the screen...... Where is it? ”

……

Sweet and mellow.

Warm, non-hot chocolate is always a delight.

I don't know who said it, sweets make people happy.

Jason has always been convinced.

This kind of sweetness that spreads from the taste buds will really make people forget their sorrows.

However, happiness is always short-lived.

Soon, the chocolate was gone.

No, to be exact, stopped.

A strange noise begins to appear in the chocolate fountain.

It was as if there were countless tiny things crawling.

And Jason?

He didn't let go.

The smell of 'food' always filled the tip of his nose.

Now?

It's no exception!

Even, it became more and more intense.

His mouth involuntarily secreted saliva.

The saliva coalesced into a thick stream of liquid that naturally dripped onto the chocolate fountain, which naturally enveloped the spout at the top of the chocolate.

Jason's saliva slowly flowed.

For the first time, the myriad tiny, approaching little things had come into contact with such saliva.

Then, they stiffened.

A fear that stems from genes, deep in the soul, arises.

The huge black figure opened its bloody jaws and let out a unique roar.

Hungry!

Without hesitation, these small things, turn around and run.

But Jason's saliva made it difficult for them to move.

That sticky feeling, like glue.

But what's even more terrifying is the ensuing power that comes with it.

After smelling the stronger smell of food in the chocolate fountain, Jason subconsciously inhaled in addition to secreting more saliva.

Suddenly, the sweet feeling appeared again.

As soon as you chew it, you feel like you're eating sweet sesame seeds.

More importantly, there are enough of these sweet sesame seeds.

Take a suck.

Suck again.

Crunchy.

Jason's eyes grew brighter and brighter, and the chocolate fountain in front of him seemed to be an inexhaustible treasure trove.

The chocolate is followed by sweet sesame seeds.

And what about after the sweet sesame seeds?

What will it be?

It's too ...... to encounter such an 'anomaly'

Crunchy!

Just when Jason was about to give this chocolate fountain a 'fantastic' rating.

The chocolate fountain began to make strange noises.

A twisted sensation appears on the chocolate fountain.

It's like a pair of big invisible hands, squashing it.

Moreover, the chocolate fountain, which was as smooth as new, began to decay.

After just a few breaths, the entire chocolate fountain turned into a rusty 'discus', and the fragrance of 'food' in it completely disappeared.

Jason stared at the chocolate fountain in front of him in a daze.

The expectations he had just raised were disappointed.

Jason was stunned for two or three seconds before he came back to his senses.

"Slightly stronger than 'kitchen' waste!"

Jason cursed under his breath.

Then he looked out the door.

Footsteps sounded on the iron staircase, and a prayer-like sound—

"Lord, heresy has been purified."

"Your brilliance will ...... again"

Bang!

(End of chapter)