The 26th arrondissement of the city that never sleeps, Ter Street.

The people gathered like jackals and vultures that smelled the stench of rancidity hid in the shadows, staring at No. 19 with fierce eyes.

They were waiting for the results of the previous trio's tentative attempt.

If the three of them succeed, they will rush up and share the harvest.

Three people will occupy a considerable part of the harvest.

This is the rule of the city that never sleeps.

Of course, rules are broken, and that's the famous saying of the city that never sleeps.

As for when it will break, it will be up to you to see what the harvest is.

And if it fails?

They continued to lurk, staring at the 19th, looking for the next opportunity.

In the 26th arrondissement of the city that never sleeps, you have to be patient if you want to harvest.

So, everybody here saw the next scene-

Under the light of the flames, a tall man wearing an ice hockey mask, holding a broad-bladed short-handled machete in one hand and dragging the leg of the leader of the previous three in the other, walked out of the bushes step by step.

The gushing blood is enough to explain the state of death of the other party.

Under the drag, the blood poured on the dilapidated road, flowing along the cracked lines, making the color of the inside darker.

Bang!

The bodies were thrown into the wreckage of the car that was still burning, and the fire, which had been somewhat reduced, became vigorous again.

The foul-smelling grease brought up layers of smoke and tumbled up over the city that never sleeps.

The peepers smelled such a foul smell, and their faces couldn't help but change.

Then, they watched as Jason turned and pushed open the door, took the other two bodies out, and threw them in.

The flames grew fiercer.

The flames were more than half a person high.

Jason just stood there, his loot in his left hand, his eyes hidden behind the mask and scanning around, then he raised his right hand, clenched his fist, gave a thumbs up, and slowly ran it across his throat.

Then, he turned around and returned to the 19th.

The door was slammed shut.

The faces of the peepers who were hiding around changed again.

After a few moments, some simply retreated.

They're just here to take advantage of the fire, not to fight hard.

The guy in the hockey puck mask is not easy to mess with at first glance, and they don't want to lose their lives.

Some of the rest?

Very unwilling.

They decided to wait and see.

Some retreated, some stayed.

Outside 19 Ter Street, after a brief commotion, there was silence again, except for the sound of a burning fire.

Jason, who returned to the room, knew exactly what the guys outside were going to do.

He knew he wouldn't be bothered for a while.

Want to be completely undisturbed?

A simple intimidation is not enough for the guys in the city that never sleeps.

Jason began to lay out those spike traps again.

He then began to patrol the entire 19th Rue de Tel.

For the rest of the year, he's bound to stay here.

Safety naturally comes first.

Ascending the dilapidated staircase, the second floor of 19 Terr Street immediately catches the eye.

It is as dilapidated as the first floor.

Loose floors, tattered, unusable furniture.

In particular, the stairwell leading to the third floor has become a large opening that can be accessed by others.

On the other floor, the original glass on the first and second floors had already been shattered, and now it was just a simple window nailed up with wooden boards, and the wind blew in from it.

There was also a huge gap in the place where the two of them had turned into before.

After a visual inspection, Jason used local materials to reseal the two windows with wooden floors and steel nails used to set the traps.

The stairwell leading to the third floor was blocked by Jason with the remaining broken furniture and uprooted wooden floors on the second floor.

After Jason's remodeling, the second floor almost no longer exists, but the whole house gives people a certain sense of security.

After his eyes swept over to make sure that nothing was missed except for the two points that had been left behind, Jason returned to the basement and began to count the loot he had just left.

The most valuable thing is, of course, the submachine gun: the Mark M1, with a capacity of 32 rounds and an effective range of 100 meters, with a steel folding stock, a foregrip, and a magazine inserted horizontally from the right side.

It can be regarded as one of the special guns of the city that never sleeps.

Same as the MF92 pistol.

The remaining two pistols, one MF92 and the other a homemade single-shot pistol, were loaded every time they were fired, and their crudely constructed workmanship made them look very unreliable.

Still, Jason put it on the crate.

He won't use it himself, but he can trade it for supplies.

Of course, at least after leaving Area 26.

And then the rest of the loot was a full magazine of Mark M1x1, and MF92 half-magazine rounds, as well as ...... One K2 grenade.

The K2 grenade was a bonus.

For Jason, who suffers from a severe lack of firepower, he didn't need any hesitation to put the K2 grenade directly into his pocket.

Then, Jason picked up the final takeaway: chewing gum.

This was also found in the body of the leader.

The green packaging is intact and the mint smell is clear and audible.

On the bottom side of the package, a big 15 is written.

This gum is from District 15.

In fact, most of the supplies Jason came into contact with were from District 15, and a small number were from Area 14.

The latter are basically high-end goods, and he has only seen them in the old man's office.

For example: cigars.

"District 26 also has a supply channel for District 15?"

Jason was stunned for a moment, then reacted.

Even if District 26 does not have a material channel for District 15, with the old man's practice of the 'big guys' in District 16, a material channel for District 16 will be laid out in District 26.

It's just that the price of the sale will be a little higher.

And this, for the time being, has nothing to do with him.

Because the canned and bottled water stored here is enough for him to live for two weeks.

If you save a little food, it's not impossible to eat for three to four weeks.

"That is, according to the 'big man' idea, this plan will last at least two weeks."

Jason thought silently.

This is good news for Jason.

He had at least two weeks left as a buffer.

Two weeks, for others, may not be a long time.

But for Jason, it was enough.

He gently stroked the cover of the black notebook.

"Since there are monsters like Swagnu's Touch here, there are other foods that I can eat to replenish my hunger."

"The only thing to worry about is how to find food and ......"

"You can't behave out of the ordinary, out of the ordinary."

Thinking of this, Jason's brow furrowed.

Because, it's not a simple thing.

Whether it's looking for food, or staying in a normal, unblinking state.

After all, he doesn't know anything about the 'mysterious side' of the city that never sleeps.

Of course, it is not possible to do nothing.

It's impossible to get food delivered here.

Just when Jason was thinking about how to find food-

Knock, knock!

"Hello, postman."