Dinner?

Griffin looked at Jason stunned.

At this moment, the man who claims to be a lobbyist finally understands the horror of post-traumatic stress syndrome, which can turn a normal person into a madman.

Don't reason with the madman, Griffin looked at Edward to the side.

And then?

"yes, just to visit the senators."

"Since I came to Xinde City, I haven't officially visited the door."

Edward said.

"You're crazy too?"

"Can PTSD be contagious?"

Griffin growled.

Edward ignored the growl.

At this moment, the leader of the special operations team finally understood why a seemingly ordinary case was extremely difficult, and there was even no clue at all.

Because, all the clues have been erased.

It's like a poisoned horse farm guard.

And also......

His poisoned subordinates!

Thinking of this, Edward's eyes filled with coldness.

He doesn't mind that he or his subordinates die on the battlefield or on a mission.

Because, this is the fate of soldiers.

But to die at the hands of one's own people?

He couldn't take it.

"Do you know what Senator Davide represents?"

"He's a real high-level in Xinde City!"

"Not only is he a strong candidate for mayor, but he also owns a bank, an iron ore mine and a car dealer in New Tak City!"

Griffin's voice grew up.

He didn't want to be up to someone like this guy who could crush him with a single finger.

He hasn't lived long enough.

He still has a great life ahead of him.

He's going to ......

At this time, Jason looked over.

Little by little, Jason's patience faded, and hunger filled his eyes, making his gaze a little hideous.

Griffin saw such a gaze.

Suddenly, the previous experience of being shrouded in terror came to mind.

The feeling of oppression that seemed to be that of a predator at the top of the food chain caused Griffin to shrink his neck, and then, in an even more high-pitched voice, shouted:

"I look down on this so-called big man the most!"

"I know where his secret residence is!"

"His secret must be there!"

"I'll take you!"

With that, Griffin gave a flattering smile and looked at Jason.

"Lead the way."

Jason said.

After locking up the 'Kanmo Dog Pastry House', the group huddled into Edward's car and drove outside the city according to Griffin's instructions.

During this time, Griffin insisted on sitting in the passenger seat, but was silently vetoed.

The female pastry chef sat in the passenger seat, and Bansey drove.

Jason and Edward sat in the back row, with Griffin in between.

"I'm not a captive!"

"You two, I've already joined you!"

"It's my own people!"

Griffin emphasized.

If you don't emphasize it, there is no way, Jason's breath next to him is getting more and more terrifying, especially when there is a 'coo, coo' sound in his stomach just now, Griffin is worried that if he doesn't take a stand, he will be eaten.

Because of this, Griffin didn't dare to play tricks at all, and honestly pointed the way.

When the car left the city, the road suddenly became rough, and the inside of the car was full of bumps.

But in less than ten minutes, when the car turned into a fork in the road, the road suddenly became smooth.

"There's a highway here?"

The female pastry chef was surprised.

"It was Congressman Davide who laid it for his own convenience."

"It's not documented in the management of public facilities in New Tak City."

"Few people know about it."

Griffin replied immediately.

There was only the sound of him pointing the way in the car just now, and the rest of the people were silent, this sense of depression made Griffin almost suffocated, and now that someone finally spoke, he immediately started the topic.

"It's not just the road."

"It's the same with the manor at the end of the road."

"And ......"

"He also has a secret club in New Germany."

"A lot of the big guys are regulars there."

"He is also rumored to have financed several mercenaries for battlefield trade."

"Battlefield trade?"

When the female pastry chef heard the term for the first time, curiosity flashed in her eyes.

"It's trafficking in arms, people, etc."

"Some people say that Davide started by selling arms and people."

"However, it is just a rumor, and there is no solid evidence."

Griffin said, subconsciously wanting to shrug his shoulders.

But on the left and right sat Jason and Edward, and the back seat, which was not spacious, was squeezed to death.

Sitting in the middle, he was like a little chicken.

Don't say it's a shrug, you can't even move.

I'm so pathetic 21_21

I shouldn't have taken on this task.

If I hadn't taken on this task, I wouldn't have met this horrible person.

I don't have to risk anything without touching this horrible person.

Griffin felt sorry for himself.

Edward, however, reacted quickly.

"Bansey, turn off the lights!"

Without any hesitation, Ban Sai turned off the lights directly.

"Those are just rumors, don't be so nervous, right?"

Griffin, who had just shouted self-pity, said with a dry smile.

However, in the midst of dry laughter, they looked left and right, as if they were very worried about the mercenaries in full armor coming out from both sides of the road and surrounding them.

Edward also pulled out his gun, vigilant.

The atmosphere in the car was immediately depressed.

"Stop."

Suddenly, Jason, who had been silent, spoke.

Bansey immediately braked and turned his head to look at Jason.

Edward, the female pastry chef, and Griffin also looked at Jason.

Jason closed his eyes, and with the blessing of [Blind Fight], his perception was four times that of an ordinary person.

Some small movements, all of which were instantly captured by Jason.

For example: breathing.

One, two, three......

Jason silently counted the sounds of breathing not far ahead.

"There are twelve people in front."

With that, Jason pushed open the door and walked down.

Edward was about to follow, but Jason's figure quickly disappeared into the night.

"Is he crazy?"

Griffin, who claimed to be a lobbyist, lowered his voice and said.

Then, pointing in the direction Jason had left, he continued:

"How did he know there were twelve people ahead?"

"What can he see in such a dark night?"

"And he just had his eyes closed?"

"Did he think he was a bat?"

Faced with the tense situation, Griffin became more and more fragmented.

Edward, who was on the side, made his head hurt from such a noise, and directly pressed the gun in his hand against Griffin's chin.

"Shut up."

Immediately, Griffin obediently shut up.

However, in order to show his position, Griffin shrugged his shoulders.

This time, he succeeded.

Without Jason, he was finally able to shrug his shoulders freely.

One time is not enough.

But before he could do it again, the door opened.

In the darkness of the night, the tall, muscular figure returned to the car again.

A faint smell of blood permeated.

Next to Jason, Griffin, who was squeezed into the middle again, shivered instantly.

"Solved, solved?"

Griffin asked subconsciously, only to stutter in a stammering voice.

Jason didn't answer, and looked at Bansey Dao:

"Drive."