Free shopping?

Everyone was stunned, and a touch of weirdness rose in their hearts.

Two of the six people have been to 'Fishbone Street', and they can even be said to be regular visitors.

Although the remaining four people have not been here, they have also heard of it to a greater or lesser extent.

But the scene in front of me is too far from what I remembered.

What about the extralegal places?

What about cruelty and ruthlessness?

What about the darkness and unsightliness of the good?

How did it turn into mall shopping?

After Jason's gaze swept over the middle-aged man, he subconsciously looked at the female pastry chef.

The female pastry chef herself pointed to herself.

"Me?"

"Yes, that's you."

"As the 100,000th person, you have become a guest of our 'Fishbone Street'."

"You can shop and play here."

The middle-aged man said with a kind face, even with a hint of humility.

"It's the first time I've heard of such an event on Fishbone Street."

Griffin said.

"Because it's the first time it's been held."

The middle-aged man replied with a smile.

"Then why her, not me?"

"We almost got off together, didn't we?"

Griffin asked again.

"In the order in which they came to me."

The middle-aged man replied methodically.

Griffin asked for something, but Edward and Bancy Jr. stopped him left and right.

They hadn't forgotten why they had come to Fishbone Street.

Not for the sake of the thorns, but for the 'Ghost Squad'.

Jason was wary in his heart.

The group returned to the car, and the two cars drove side by side.

The middle-aged man looked at the distant vehicle and immediately returned to the sentry box.

"Her Majesty has entered the tunnel."

"The guards are always on track."

"And ...... Get those bastards back where they're supposed to be. ”

Contrary to the kindness just now, the middle-aged man who picked up the phone said in a cold voice.

After hanging up the phone, the middle-aged man dialed a few more numbers, and after giving the same command, he sat back in the sentry box.

He rubbed his brow in thought.

Why did Her Majesty come back suddenly?

Is it because we are not doing well enough?

There are still some bastards......

Wait a minute!

It can't really be those bastards!

The middle-aged man, who had thought of something, stood up again, picked up the phone and dialed a number.

"Find me what those bastards have been up to lately."

After speaking, the middle-aged man waited patiently.

Because, he knew very well, such an inquiry was not difficult for the person on the other side of the phone.

In fact, the same is true.

About a minute later, an investigative report came through the microphone.

"One of them offered a reward of 50,000 yuan to a woman named Guicheer......"

Click!

There was a crisp sound, and the palm of the middle-aged man holding the phone shook, and cracks immediately appeared on the earpiece.

"Hey, hey, what's wrong?"

"Someone's putting a bounty on those bastards."

"Someone who had something to do with Gizchel, or just forced them to show up, right?"

Voices came from the earpiece.

"Okay, I got it."

"I'll deal with those bastards."

The middle-aged man replied with a normal attitude.

However, the moment he hung up the phone, the middle-aged man fell to his knees with his head in his hands.

Finished!

Finished!

Going to be killed by those bastards!

No way!

No way!

I have to save myself!

Thinking of this, the middle-aged man got up again and picked up the phone and dialed it.

……

Sitting in the car Hannibal was driving, Jason asked Hannibal all about Fishbone Street.

"Fishbone Street can be considered a black market in the understanding of ordinary people."

"But it's a lot more than the black market."

"Deception, killing is everywhere."

"It has its own rules, but it's not a comfortable place."

Hannibal replied.

The psychiatrist then looked through the rearview mirror at the female pastry chef.

He was also curious as to why this was happening.

The female pastry chef was so confused that even Hannibal couldn't tell anything from it.

A bunch of rice buckets!

An inexplicable voice sounded in the bottom of my heart.

The female pastry chef was stunned.

Then, shaking his head.

"What's the matter, Gizchel?"

Jason, who had been staring at the female pastry chef, asked.

"Nothing."

"It just feels weird."

"Those people looked at me very strangely just now, could it be because ...... Bounty? ”

The female pastry chef shook her head and looked serious about it.

Bounty?!

Jason was stunned.

Oh, yes!

A bounty of up to 550,000!

With such a premise, the scene just now does not seem to be incomprehensible.

"What bounty?"

Hannibal asked.

Immediately, Jason explained.

"I see."

Hannibal immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

He worries about the unknown.

Known like this?

He was fearless.

How much comes, how much he buries, saving money on fertilizer.

"Ms. Gise, please don't leave my and Jason's sight for a while, their so-called shopping bill is to make you get carried away and immerse yourself in the shopping before you start."

"Moreover, 550,000 is not their goal."

"Their greed is beyond your imagination."

"Since someone is willing to reward you with 50,000 yuan and give you 500,000 yuan in revenge, then there must be more."

"It's a bunch of bastards who want to squeeze oil out of the stones, and they're going to try to get more out of you."

Hannibal reminded the female pastry chef.

"Thank you."

The female pastry chef thanked her with some reluctance.

Then, slowly approaching Jason, closing the distance between him and Jason.

Then, she lifted her hand to touch Jason's palm.

But the moment she raised her hand, the female pastry chef's face turned red.

In the end, it could only land on the seat that was still 10 centimeters away from Jason.

Seeing such a scene, Hannibal couldn't help but withdraw his gaze.

Sure enough, I was too careful.

But......

I seem to have forgotten something.

What could it be?

Hannibal couldn't help but shake his head and began to concentrate on driving.

The tunnel is downward.

The length is more than 10 km.

Every 30 meters, there are lights.

Jason silently observed everything.

Imprinted everything in my mind.

Especially when he came to the end of the tunnel, Jason's eyes widened.

He needed to see what 'Fishbone Street' looked like.

And then......

Scattered houses, gravel roads, and a parking lot lined with vehicles and a smiling waiter at the end of the tunnel guide them into the parking lot on the side.

In front of you are several barbecue grills with a variety of foods.

Two organists play and dance around the barbecue.

Several young girls sang and danced.

In the distance, children chase back and forth, running, laughing.

"This is Fishbone Street?"

"How is it the same as a resort?"

The female pastry chef couldn't help but ask.

Griffin, who got out of the car behind, rubbed his eyes even more, and then he yelled loudly: "Where is the gallows here?" Why did it become a barbecue grill? And it's obviously a guillotine here, how can there be an organist? Shouldn't the people dancing there be solicitors? Shouldn't a couple of running kids be robbers disguised as gnomes? ”

The attendant who guided him walked over with a smile on his face.

"Hello, sir, although you are a resident of this place, if you continue to say this, we will still sue you for slander."

"Yo what?"

"Are you trying to get me to let my guard down and give me a stick?"

"Tell you, no way."

Griffin continued to roar.

Edward and Little Bancy on the side were also stunned by the 'Fishbone Street' in front of them.

Then, both of them sniffed at the same time.

Dish soap!

They smell dish soap!

Subconsciously, the two of them felt that their palms were sinking into the cold water again, and the bone-chilling was unbearable.

Hannibal and Jason were thoughtful.

The female pastry chef scraped the ground with the tip of her boot.

On the gravel road, there is a feeling of wetness.

"The streets have been cleaned up."

"It's rushed, but it's thorough."

"Has the whole town been mobilized?"

The female pastry chef speculated, and her eyes were fixed on the food on the barbecue.

"Beef, lamb, pork, chicken, and fish."

"It's sorted, and the meat is of the highest quality."

"But apparently they had just been put on, and there were also those organists and dancing girls, whose expressions were a little stiff and observed us from time to time, and as for the children in the distance, they could have run farther away, but they kept circling around, and they kept laughing, and they had been laughing for so long, weren't they tired?"

"Be careful, everyone."

"There's danger here."

The female pastry chef hid behind Jason.

She didn't see the helplessness on the faces of the smiling waiters, accordionists, and dancing girls.

They don't want to!

But they're not professionals!

Now this is the best effort!

The smiling waiter was about to explain.

But at this time, a rich, indissoluble malicious gaze swept directly and fell on Jason, who was blocking the female pastry chef.

Jason, who had been paying attention to the barbecue grill and swallowing his saliva, raised his eyebrows, and the already suppressed hunger could no longer be suppressed, and it exploded in an instant, and the instinct belonging to the predator began to boil, and finally, it rose up and roared.

Rumble!