Inside the car sat a young man.

With a slightly fancy coat and long hair and a shawl, his face can be called that of a handsome young man, but the other party's eyes make Ida feel uncomfortable.

It's like those felons who have been crushed into a cage.

Depressing, yet crazy.

Faced with such a person, the operator lady took a step back wisely and looked at the other party with a wary gaze.

"Don't worry, I'm not a bad person."

"I'm just looking at you alone and want to ask if you're going to hitchhike."

"Still, it looks like you don't need to."

As he said this, he rolled up the window and motioned for the driver to drive.

With the roar of the motor, the car slowly drove away.

Looking at the car in the distance, the operator lady breathed a sigh of relief.

If the other party insisted on letting her get into the car just now, she would run back.

After all, the police station is not far away.

It's fine.

With this in mind, the operator lady waited for the arrival of the public carriage again.

And behind her, a hand suddenly reached out from the darkness.

There was a handkerchief in the palm of his hand, which was directly covered by the mouth of the operator lady.

"Woo, woo......"

Miss Operator lost consciousness after only a slight struggle.

The car that had just left returned again.

I don't know when I got out of the car, and the young man who appeared behind Miss Operator threw Miss Operator into the back of the car with an excited smile, and then, after tidying up his coat a little, he did it this time.

"Drive."

The other party commanded.

The car starts again.

However, the driver of the car said:

"Young master, you promise ...... master"

"Shut up!"

"I know what I'm doing!"

"Don't worry about it!"

Before the driver could finish his sentence, he was interrupted.

After that, the driver remained silent.

The young man looked at the operator in a coma, with a look of intoxication.

Hunt!

Non-stop hunting!

It's a great feeling!

How could I stop!

The whole city will be my hunting ground!

The young man's face was unconsciously distorted and hideous.

……

under the light.

A dining table appears in the shop on the ground floor of the 'Watch Dogs Pastry House'.

The door is long closed.

The female pastry chef sat across from her, holding her hands, looking at Jason, who couldn't wait to reach out and pick up a walnut bag.

The walnut wrap is soft, and the broken walnut kernels on it not only do not have any bitter taste, but also are sweet and silky.

It should have been taken care of in a special way.

"I boiled it in soup, stir-fried it, and then broke it."

As if to see Jason's doubts, the female pastry chef explained.

Jason nodded, completely unconcerned about answering.

The hand is so fast that it brings up a burst of afterimages.

The twelve walnut packets were almost swept away.

"Water."

The female pastry chef handed over the glass.

Double the mint and lemon are added to it.

In order to relieve greasy.

Jason drank it all.

Then, I picked up the tart on the side.

Click, click

The golden egg tart is crispy on the outside, and when you chew, it makes a crispy sound, and the inside is soft and glutinous, and there are ...... Crushed apples.

The crispness that should have been diluted has reappeared.

The slight sour feeling not only dilutes the sweetness of the egg tart, but makes the sweetness more and more obvious.

"I actually wanted to add some whipping cream and raisins."

"But today's pastry is sweet enough."

"Instead of sweetness, it becomes tasteless."

The female pastry chef said.

Can sour reflect sweetness?

Jason silently jotted it down.

And after Jason eats the last tart and drinks another glass of double mint lemonade, the car lights flicker outside the window.

Footsteps belonging to Edward and Bansey rang out.

Then, there was a knock on the door.

Knock, knock.

The female pastry chef walked over briskly and opened the door.

"Good evening, Lady Gizer."

"Good evening, Edward, Bansey."

After greeting each other, Edward's eyes turned to the man who had fallen to the ground and claimed to be a lobbyist.

After carefully examining the other party's appearance, the leader of the special operations team directly confirmed the identity of the other party.

"Griffin!"

Edward said.

"You know him?"

The female pastry chef looked at Edward in surprise.

"Hmm."

"This guy is a news dealer and middleman, reselling things that are both prohibited and not prohibited, and he is also a well-known figure in Xinde City."

"As long as it's something to make money, he does it."

"But it won't be too much."

"Even if he is arrested, he will be imprisoned for a few months, or even fined."

Edward introduced the other party.

Then, he looked at Jason.

"He claims to be a lobbyist?"

"The bastard who created the serial disappearances of the woman hired him to convince you?"

The leader of the task force asked in confirmation.

Jason nodded.

And just after Jason nodded, Edward grabbed the other man's hair and pulled it outside.

Jason and the female pastry chef looked at Bansey, who was also gritting his teeth, suspiciously.

"The steadon is dead."

"The 'ink' that interrogated each other together also died."

"If it weren't for your phone number, Ms. Guiser, calling the captain out, the captain would have ......."

The words were not finished, but the meaning was obvious enough.

The female pastry chef covered her mouth and her eyes widened.

She never thought that such a thing would happen at the police station in Xinde City.

Jason thought of the dead Sandak.

Has the situation gotten to this extent?

After about five minutes, Edward dragged Griffin, who had a blue nose and swollen face, back.

Even though his nose was blue and his face was swollen, Griffin's eyes were still confused.

Oh, yes.

Of course he had to be confused.

He was willing to lead the way.

was knocked unconscious directly.

Then, he was woken up again.

If he was knocked out too quickly, he didn't feel any pain, and then he was punched and kicked in the face, he really hurt.

He wanted to resist.

Can......

He couldn't beat Edward.

Instead, he was beaten by Edward's military fighting skills.

This moment made Griffin instantly understand that if you don't resist, you will be beaten.

If you resist, even if you don't get killed, you will be crippled afterwards.

Griffin struggled to widen his swollen eyes and crack his bruised mouth into a smile in the light.

It's just that under the swelling, the wide eyes are just a slit.

The corners of the bruised mouth are even more grinning with teeth.

Griffin couldn't help but cover his mouth.

"Ladies and gentlemen, what do you need?"

"If I can do it, I will do it."

"But...... Asking for money is not. ”

Griffin, covering his mouth, stuck to his bottom line.

"Who's that bastard?"

Edward asked.

He hadn't interrogated him before, because, he thought Jason had a right to know.

Hearing this question, Griffin answered without hesitation.

"Senator Davide."

"What?!"

Edward, Bansey, and the female pastry chef all exclaimed.

Seeing this long-awaited scene, Griffin was extremely satisfied.

He had waited too long for this moment.

It's just that......

How was that Jason not surprised at all?

He already knows?

Griffin was still thinking when he saw Jason stand up.

"What are you going to do? Don't you know the name of Senator Davide? ”

Griffin said cautiously.

He wanted to save a little face, but he was afraid of irritating Jason, so his tone was very deliberate.

Jason, on the other hand, smiled.

He said lightly-

"Do you know what's going on with me?"

"I'm just going to have dinner."