Wrapped in gauze and clutching his waist, Clive cautiously approached Pea Point Street.

He always thought that Edward had a problem.

It was definitely not because Cecil put Edward in charge of the police station temporarily, he was worried about being in trouble, so he ran out, and he was unwilling to go home, so he came to find evidence.

This sheriff did not enter the 'Watch Dog Pastry Shop' directly.

He didn't see himself as an opponent to the veteran without using a firearm.

Want to ask directly?

The relationship between the other party and Edward will definitely not cooperate.

Therefore, it is best to observe silently and look for evidence.

Then, Clive saw Jason running.

"Good physical strength."

"The speed is also good."

After just looking at it for a while, Clive had to admit that this veteran's physical strength was really good, and his speed was fast enough, even if he used a firearm, he would be at most five or five with the other party.

And......

"Somewhat similar to the assailant with the knife."

Clive was not directly involved in the shootout in front of the police station.

However, he saw the scene from inside the police station.

Especially in a group of people with firearms, the tall man holding a broad-bladed short-handled machete and rushing back and forth to kill is even more memorable to Clive.

At this moment, the figure and the figure in front of him are constantly overlapping.

Then, just as Clive was about to confirm something, the sheriff suddenly saw Jason covering his heart as he walked, and then, the appearance of bleeding from the seven orifices.

Although it recovered quickly, it ......

"This is the dying man, right?"

"How could such a person be an attacker?"

"No wonder I'm discharged."

"There must be some hidden disease."

After being taken aback, Clive couldn't help but think.

Then, he saw Jason turn his head and look at himself.

The bloody look on his face was really a little scary, especially the eyes, Clive felt as if he was being targeted by some fierce beast, he couldn't help but take a few steps back, and subconsciously began to clench the gun.

But thankfully, Jason just glanced at him, turned around and left.

But even so, Clive gasped for breath.

He felt like he had just been torn apart in an instant.

How can it be?

It's a delusion!

It must be that I've been staying up too late lately!

Clive comforted himself.

Call.

The cold wind blew, and Clive, who was standing in place, felt that his face, which had been splashed with hot coffee before, was once again faintly painful, and what was worse was that the cold sweat overflowing on his forehead and cheeks stinged and burned, making him feel that the wound was even more hot.

What am I doing here?

I could have gone home and rested.

I'm hurt.

Why should I come here to blow the cold wind?

Those things are none of my business, I'm just a pawn, what am I anxious about?

Under the cold wind, Clive figured it out in an instant.

Clive, who absolutely didn't admit that he was scared by Jason, couldn't help but pursed the corners of his lips and prepared to turn around and leave.

But when he turned around, the sheriff was startled.

Because, behind him, I don't know when a person is standing.

Dressed in slightly tattered clothes, his face is filthy.

Holding a sign in his hand.

It reads: OK, okay.

There is no doubt that this is a homeless man, moreover, a disabled homeless man.

As Clive looked at him, he pointed to his mouth and made a 'Aba, Aba' sound.

"Go away."

Clive yelled.

However, when the voice came out, he realized that his voice was a little high.

Will it get the attention of that horrible guy again?

No way!

It can't be like this!

I can't let the other person notice me anymore!

Thinking of this, Clive took out his wallet, grabbed a handful of banknotes from it, and stuffed it into the hand of the mute homeless man in front of him, and then, following the words just now, said: "Take the money and hurry away, do you know that it is dangerous here?" There were shootings and explosions here just yesterday! ”

In order to make his words more real and natural, Clive pulled out yesterday's events.

With that, Clive hurried towards his car.

His car was parked outside Pea Point Street.

It was less than twenty meters away from where he was standing at the moment.

But, just as he was about to take a step, the mute tramp grabbed him.

Clive couldn't help frowning, glanced at the back of Jason, who was still walking slowly in the distance, and said in as gentle a voice as possible:

"Don't be too greedy!"

"That's enough money for you for a long time!"

The mute homeless man looked at Clive with a smile, first waved his hand at Clive, and then handed Clive all the large bills in his hand.

I only left 2 jiao of change in my hand.

What do you mean?

Clive was stunned.

Then, the mute tramp stuffed all the large bills into Clive's hands.

Without waiting for Clive to speak, the mute homeless man walked briskly in the direction of the 'Watch Dog's Pastry House'.

Sick?

I don't want to give so much money?

As long as 2 corners?

Clive looked at the other party's back and couldn't help but smile in his heart.

But before he could stop laughing in his heart-

Rumble!

A huge explosion came from behind him.

The unsuspecting Clive was swept away by the wave of anger.

He looked back blankly.

I saw that his car had already turned into a fireball.

Bomb!

Someone is going to kill me?!

The answer that welled up in his heart made Clive's hand tremble, and the banknote that should have been clenched suddenly blew into the sky with the cold wind.

Clive sat on the ground and didn't notice any of this at all.

It wasn't until Edward, who had received a call from the female pastry chef, came here that Clive came back to his senses.

"Let's talk about it."

Little Bancy walked up to Clive and said.

The tone is very bad.

Although the two sides belong to the same police station, they are two camps, and some of Clive's rumors make Little Bancy even more ashamed.

Naturally, the tone is not much better.

"Yes, someone is going to kill me."

Clive said tremblingly.

"Of course!"

"The bombs are all used."

"I must hate you to the bone."

"Do you have any suspicious targets?"

Little Bancy asked.

The target of suspicion?

Clive was stunned.

The targets of his suspicions, of course, were the gangs that paid him protection money, the people he blackmailed, and, for no reason, the people he wronged...... Every one of these people wished he was dead.

Is it them?

Clive's heart was cold.

Then, he grabbed little Bancy's hand.

"Protect me!"

"Hurry up and protect me!"

"Let me go to the 'safe house'!"

Clive said repeatedly.

Little Bancy shook off Clive's hand, put away the notebook and pen, and said coldly: "It seems that Sheriff Clive, your emotions have not calmed down, and it is not suitable to record the transcript for the time being." ”

"Somebody's going to pour Sheriff Clive a cup of coffee to calm down."

With that, little Bancy walked towards the scene of the explosion.

And the people around?

Belonging to Edward's subordinates, naturally no one will come to pour coffee for Clive.

Even, no one came to look at Clive.

The obvious estrangement made Clive in the crowd not feel a little safe, but felt like he was abandoned by the whole world.

Especially under the real threat of death, Clive, whose spirit was already shocked by Jason's breath, only felt an unprecedented despair permeating from the bottom of his heart.

Who's going to save me......

Is anyone coming to my rescue?

I......

"Aba, Aba!"

The strange sound made Desperate Clive look up, and he saw the mute just now.

The mute man holding a brown paper bag took out two trough cakes from the brown paper bag with a smile on his face and handed them to Clive.

The brown paper bag is printed with an advertisement for 'Watch Dog Pastry House'.

At the bottom it is written-

One corner of trough cake, three pieces of two corners.