One long and two short.

The rhythmic knock echoes through the long-altered, slightly empty interior of 19 Ter Street.

Without looking at the surveillance, Jason's keen perception could also confirm who the person was through the slightly familiar footsteps.

That trader.

The trader who came with 'sincerity'.

Although the satiety brought by [Swagnu's Touch (Egg)] and [Ike's Egg] is nothing for Jason now, it wasn't that long ago......

About 6 hours ago, it was still a rare thing that allowed him to cope with the crisis at that time.

Even, it can be said that it is the first pot of gold.

Of course, it tastes good.

The low-profile version of the meat hook egg can be regarded as a rare delicacy since Jason entered the city that never sleeps.

Now the other party has returned.

No doubt it's the map.

Jason stood up and picked up the map from the crate next to him.

He had already memorized the route above.

I just don't know where.

Although he is a postman, his familiarity with the 'City That Never Sleeps' is still limited to a few areas such as 16, 17, and 18.

Like before District 15 and after District 25, he was not familiar with it.

For example, District 26.

He had never been in before today.

However, even if he had been, Jason guessed that he would have a hard time telling.

Because......

There is a high probability that the map is fake.

It's not the kind that looks fake, but it's fake in some places.

To put it simply, nine truths and one falsehood.

All but the most critical positions are real.

And that's deadly.

Jason could already imagine what would happen to traders when they got their hands on the map.

The watchdog from 3 Telle Street will be sure to escalate everything.

Then, it's just a matter of waiting.

Wait for the prey to enter the trap.

As for him?

The role of this chess piece has come to an end, and it is natural to be discarded.

And this is something that Jason absolutely does not want to see.

It's not fear.

It's just not timely.

The 'big guy' and the other party's 'collaborator' won't care too much about his pawn, and will most likely send a team of gunners to deal with him after the trader leaves with the map.

With his current strength, he could easily escape or take out that group of gunmen.

But, what about after that?

The 'big guys' who find defeat and the 'collaborators' of the other side will certainly not rest on their laurels, and more gunners and even transcendents will follow.

He would get into a situation of extreme trouble in a short period of time.

Wave after wave of attackers.

Day and night, day and night.

Where is the joy of developing silently and increasing strength in No. 19 Tel Street.

And, there's one more important point!

He still doesn't know who the 'big guy' and the other party's 'collaborator' are.

There was not a shred of information.

He could not judge the opponent's sphere of influence.

There is no way to target the arrangement.

This is extremely disadvantageous.

Therefore, Jason quickly wrote a few words in the palm of his hand.

When he opened the door, the trader who looked like a 'postman' was already waiting, looking at the paper in Jason's hand, his expression did not change in the slightest, but his breathing was a little shorter.

Jason's perception captures this clearly.

It looks like this map is more important than you think!

With this inference, Jason felt more confident about his next plans.

He raised his hand and handed the map to the other party.

At the same time, the palms are exposed.

It is clearly written-

Pitfall.

The 'postman' trader saw these two words clearly, and then quietly took the paper in Jason's hand.

But Jason raised his hand, and the tips of the trader's fingers brushed the paper.

"Not enough!"

"You don't have enough chips!"

"I need more!"

Jason said with a greedy evil in his voice.

The 'postman' looked like a trader was stunned.

Then, he spoke indignantly.

"You're sitting on the ground!"

"You broke your promise!"

As he spoke, the trader was about to snatch the paper from Jason's hand, but a short-handled broad-bladed machete was placed around his neck, and the trader's body stiffened.

"Sitting on the ground? Breaking a promise? ”

"Isn't that the basic virtue of everyone in the 'City That Never Sleeps'?"

"Don't be shy like a little girl."

"Now, go back and come back to me with enough chips."

Jason said as he withdrew his short-handled broad-bladed machete and kicked what appeared to be a heavy blow to the trader's lower abdomen.

Bang!

The trader clutched his stomach and stepped back, and the door was closed.

"Bastard!"

"You don't want to die!"

The trader, who looked like a 'postman', let out a moan as he walked to the side scolding, showing that he had received this blow, and it was not light.

The jackals who had been peeking at 19 Telle Street all the time saw this scene clearly.

They laughed.

Laugh at the simplicity of traders.

Then, they all showed malicious eyes.

After all, a trader who looks like a 'postman' really looks like a fat sheep.

It's still very simple.

It really is the best prey.

The trader clearly noticed this, and his face changed as he covered his lower abdomen, and then he quickly ran towards an alley.

And then—

Bang bang bang!

A barrage of gunfire rang out in the alley.

At first, it was sparse, but after only a dozen seconds, it became dense.

Clearly, the neighborhood jackals are in trouble.

Or rather, they changed their goals.

From the beginning of the fat sheep, they have become each other.

This is not surprising.

In the 'City That Never Sleeps', hunters are often prey.

Behind the door, Jason listened to the movement on the street, the corners of his mouth curled behind the mask.

Obviously, traders who look like 'postmen' are very adaptable.

However, this is also normal.

If you don't have the ability to adapt to the situation, the other party will not be the connector.

"I didn't get the 'map', the plan was temporarily blocked, and the 'big guy' and the 'collaborator' of the other side would definitely warn me about this temporary chess piece, but it wouldn't be too much - because I am now in line with the tradition of the 'city that never sleeps', and I have already been in contact with the trader, and if I make a rash change, it is likely to show a flaw."

"And what would be the warning?"

Jason sat back down in the crate, a little anticipation.

Now, he not only has to buy more time for himself, but also to get to know the 'big man' and the other party's 'collaborators', so that he can make better plans for future actions.

And the 'warning method' of the 'big guys' or the 'collaborators' of the other side is a breakthrough.

According to Jason's guess, these two ...... It should be accurate that the latter will teach him a hard lesson, and show the strength that makes him unable to resist, only then will he be obedient.

Most of the people in the City That Never Sleeps are like that.

The other side will not be an exception.

Then, the other side should send a right-hand man.

After all, talking in the air and the like, the threat is too small.

Jason thought as he pulled out two more cans of meat.

The alcohol stove in the corner soon ignited a pale blue flame, and the bottled water poured into the pot quickly tumbled, and the open can was poured into it, and the gravy and water quickly merged with each other, and the meat pieces were tumbling with the juice, exuding bursts of fragrance.

"It's a pity there are no potatoes."

"If there is, put it in it and simmer until soft."

"Then, another bowl of rice."

"The soup from the potatoes was poured over it...... Gee. ”

Jason thought as he sipped the broth as he held the pot.

From time to time, I will also smack my mouth.

He did it on purpose.

He knew that with those 'thin threads' like spider silk, his every move was in the eyes of the 'collaborator of the big man'.

He needs to show a sense of 'we're at the end of the road, take a gamble'.

And before fighting for your life, isn't it normal to consume the precious resources you have and let yourself enjoy it?

Most of the residents of the 'City That Never Sleeps' are like this.

Jason has seen too many.

When you learn it, it is naturally vivid.

'Eat and drink,' Jason rested on the crate wrapped in a blanket.

His eyes were closed and he looked like he was asleep.

However, Jason could clearly hear the sound of the second floor leading to the third floor, which had been sealed off by him with the remains of wood and furniture in the room.

At the moment, someone is moving these blockades little by little.

The opponent's movements are very light.

Even, to some extent, quietly.

It's really hard for ordinary people to spot such movements.

However, Jason heard it clearly.

You can also judge the general posture of the other person from the voice.

Jason was delighted by this.

is not only delighted with his strength at the moment, but also delighted with the people who come.

It was clear that the 'big man's collaborator' had not noticed the change in him, and was still treated like an ordinary 'postman'.

It really couldn't be better!

As long as the other party keeps judging like this.

He was able to surprise the other person.

And if you want the other party to continue to judge like this, you need his next performance.

The blockades from the second to third floors were removed five minutes later to the point where they could enter just enough to enter a person.

The next moment, a figure burrowed into 19 Ter Street.

The figure deftly stood on the beam on the first floor, looking down at Jason.

After noticing that Jason didn't react at all, the figure sneered and jumped down.

Didn't pounce directly on Jason.

Instead, after walking around the basement of 19 Telle Street, which is the space Jason was in, he walked towards Jason, but when he saw the alcohol stove and the empty cans on the ground, the other party's footsteps were noticeably stunned.

Then, there was more intense malice in the breath.

"The 'thin line' like a 'spider web' can't see everything in 19 Ter Street, it should be a vague perception, a clear hearing, so the other party will inspect the interior of the room."

"And for canned meat...... Obviously, it's also quite good for the other party. ”

"That 'big man collaborator' doesn't look wealthy."

Jason, who had his eyes closed, sensed the other party's every move through his sense of hearing, and analyzed it carefully.

You know, his boss, the 'old man', eats canned meat, cigar smokers, and occasionally red wine almost every day.

This 'collaborator of the big guys' is not as good as the old man?

Impossible!

Jason shook his head quickly in his heart.

Judging from the solemnity of the 'old man' when he left, as well as the arrangement in front of him, the 'big man' is a 'big man' in the real sense!

How can a 'collaborator' who is a 'big man' be bad?

Leaning against the crate, Jason began to recall everything that had come before.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration crossed Jason's mind.

Was this 'big man collaborator' really a 'big man collaborator' before?

Could it be a pawn too?

Is it just a coincidence that the other party becomes a 'collaborator'?

Subconsciously, a black notebook appeared in Jason's mind.

Extraordinary power!

The 'big guy' gave the black notebook, or used the black notebook as a bargaining chip, because the other party's 'collaborator' suddenly mastered the extraordinary power, but he was not familiar with it yet!

Because of this, the 'big guys' dared to use the obviously weird black notebook as a bargaining chip.

And the 'collaborators' who are themselves 'big shots' or just ordinary people have used their extraordinary power to establish their own power in a short period of time.

It's just that because the time is too short, the background is a little thinner.

Therefore, there will be the appearance of the other party's subordinates distressed canned meat.

Gradually, Jason sorted out the general context.

Although it is not clear who the 'big shot' is.

And who is that 'collaborator'?

But the relationship between the two, after being mastered by Jason, some things became simpler.

You know, the trader just now must know who the 'collaborator' is, even if it is a fake identity, and the words of the 'big man' can be inferred from this.

The next time the other person shows up, you can ask.

Jason thought.

The uninvited guest finally came to him.

There was no surprise attack, no harsh measures, just a gun in the eye of Jason's mask.

There is no doubt that the 'collaborator' was worried that Jason's physical abnormality would reveal flaws.

Moreover, the 'collaborator' also thinks that this is enough.

In fact, any resident of the 'city that never sleeps' will show obedience when he is held to the head at gunpoint.

Jason is no exception.

Even if it's camouflaged.

Jason pretended to be awakened by a foreign object touching his eyelids, and when he saw the person in front of him, he made a subconscious gesture to touch the gun, but as soon as the muzzle of the gun on his eyelids moved, he immediately raised his hands high.

"Don't shoot!"

Jason shouted in a slightly hoarse voice, looking like he had just woken up and was a little lacking.

"Hey!"

"Of course I won't shoot, you lucky bastard!"

"If it weren't for the boss's orders, your current XX would have been cut off by me and stuffed into your mouth!"

The uninvited guest sneered.

"What do you want me to do, please."

Jason didn't resist anything, and he looked cooperative.

Looking at Jason's appearance, the uninvited guest really wanted to pull the trigger, but now that it has reached the most critical moment, it is impossible to change people at all.

Of course, Jason can't be told about such a thing.

If the greedy bastard in front of you knows, who knows what's going to happen?

Even if the uninvited guest is as greedy as Jason shows, he naturally knows what to do at this time.

"Rejoice."

"The Boss is not a murderous man."

"Wait here now, wait until that idiot returns, and give him the map you have in your hand."

"It's just your last chance, if you dare to play any tricks again?"

"Trust me, the next time you kiss you will not be a gun, but a bullet!"

Leaving such words, the uninvited guest jumped onto the beam of the room and disappeared.

This is undoubtedly a showmanship.

It's also a threat.

Jason cooperated well, he stared blankly at the beams and the broken blockade, and after a full four or five seconds, he suddenly got up and kicked the empty can on the side.

Bang.

The can hit the wall, spun and rolled back.

The original three-dimensional body became shriveled.

Jason, on the other hand, sat down on the crate as if he had been drained of his spirit.

His fingers landed on the black notebook without a trace.