Jason's answer surprised the man inside the door.

After a full two or three seconds of pause, the other party looked out the door through the cat's eye.

The 'Watch Dog Pastry House' has two levels of doors.

On the first floor is the wooden door inside.

The first floor is an iron gate on the outside.

At this moment, the iron door has been opened, and the wooden door is closed.

The man looked out through the cat's eye of the wooden door.

And then......

He saw a large, rapidly approaching fist.

Syllable!

The thin wooden door shattered in response.

Jason's fist pierced the wooden door, mixed with flying wood chips, and smashed into the face of the man in the room.

"Ahh

The man screamed and fell backwards with blood on his face.

Jason pulled out his arm, and through the hole that had just been smashed, he saw the female pastry chef at a glance.

The female pastry chef was leaning back against the counter, her hair was messy, her face was bruised, her mouth was gagged, and her hands were tied behind her back, and there was no second person.

After seeing Jason's gaze, the female pastry chef immediately struggled violently.

Without reaching into the hole to open the door, Jason aimed directly at the position of the door lock, which was a kick.

It's just a simple L-shaped latch, and it is directly shaken off.

The door opened directly.

Jason walked into the room, and the man who had just fallen got up again.

The other party with a bloody face looked more and more hideous.

With a low growl, he raised his hands and rushed towards Jason.

Compared with the gangsters who had no fighting skills before, the man in front of him was undoubtedly much more professional.

Not only is he strong, but he is also quite disciplined.

One hand grabbed Jason's collar and the other hand grabbed Jason's arm.

Once caught, an over-the-shoulder fall ensues.

With the hard ground in the pastry shop, such an impact is enough to make a normal person lose his mobility.

Therefore, Jason, who is accustomed to quick decisions, raised his hands and grabbed the opponent's hands directly, and in the other party's stunned and struggling, he broke down hard.

Bang!

The other party who rushed forward knelt directly in front of Jason.

Without waiting for the other party to react, Jason let go of his hands and hit the opponent directly on the temple from both sides.

Syllable!

In the crisp sound, the other party's eyes rolled and he fell to the ground.

Unlike just now, this time the other party fell directly into a coma.

Jason examined the other party.

There is no wallet.

With a dagger.

After taking out the dagger, taking off the other's coat, and tying the other, Jason walked to the female pastry chef who was tied.

The dagger sliced through the rope, and Jason pulled the rag out of the other's mouth.

"Thank you, thank you."

The female pastry chef thanked her.

The voice was a little dry because it had been blocked by rags for a long time.

Then, Jason glanced around.

The oven was clean.

The counter was also very clean.

The box where the money was placed was also not opened.

Instead, the door to the upper floor was open.

"Not an entry-level robbery for money?"

"More than a gang of people are eyeing her?"

"It's all because of her sister?"

"Or is it because of something else?"

Jason thought, but didn't stop him from pulling out a dollar and putting it in front of the female pastry chef.

On one side of the counter it is written: '1 corner of the slot cake, 3 pieces of 2 corners!' ’

Then, Jason took out 12 trough cakes from the counter and packed them in a large brown paper bag on one side.

"Paper bags are free, right?"

Jason asked the female pastry chef.

"Yes, yes."

The female pastry chef nodded stunned.

She still doesn't know what's going on.

First her sister disappeared, then someone threatened her inexplicably, and then, now, someone broke into her shop.

Just when she thought it was over, the homeless man she met in the morning suddenly broke in and not only saved her, but also gave her a dollar.

Is this money for pastries?

The female pastry chef finally reacted.

And by this time, Jason had already walked to the door.

"Wait!"

"Please wait!"

Jason listened to the voice behind him, and his footsteps didn't stop.

When he didn't understand the world in front of him, he didn't plan to cause any trouble for the time being.

"Those trough cakes are from yesterday."

"I'll make you some fresh, it will taste even better when it comes out of the oven."

The female pastry chef said.

"Okay."

Jason immediately stopped.

Well, there will always be trouble.

Even if you don't provoke, you will come to the door.

In this case, it is better to eat better and deal with it.

Seeing Jason stop, the female pastry chef breathed a sigh of relief.

She was really scared.

She was afraid that Jason would just leave without regard for it, and then, leave her alone to face the situation in front of her.

This is something she simply can't handle.

"What should I do?"

Walking up to Jason, who saved her life, feeling that Jason was tall and burly, the female pastry chef felt an unprecedented sense of security in her heart, and subconsciously, she opened her mouth to ask Jason.

"Call the police."

Jason gave the most pertinent advice.

The female pastry chef nodded abruptly and walked to the side of the counter.

There's a landline there.

However, when I picked it up, I found that there was no sound in the landline at all.

"The phone line was cut?"

Jason frowned.

Is a female pastry chef who has lost her sister worth being treated with such caution?

Moreover, two waves of people appeared on each other in succession.

Is her missing sister involved in something big?

Jason thought and pointed to the public telephone hall on the road.

The female pastry chef nodded, took out two coins and ran out.

This time the call went through.

The call was also very smooth.

The inside of the 'Watch Dog Pastry House' remained intact and about ten minutes later, two police cars drove up.

Not the car Jason remembers, but an older car.

It has a large nose, a short tail, and a curved roof.

The two cars were parked in front of the pastry shop in a '1' shape, and six police officers stepped out of the two cars, led by a sheriff wearing a high hat.

The other party is tall and has a thick beard.

As soon as I got out of the car, the other party walked into the pastry shop.

First he glanced at his surroundings, then at Jason and Gizchelle.

It's just that the gaze that looked at Gizier only stopped for a moment, and then it was completely on Jason's body.

"You did it?"

The other pointed to the broken wooden door.

Jason nodded.

The other party looked at the unconscious guy on the ground again.

"He's too?"

The other party continued to ask.

Jason nodded again.

This silent way of coping made the sheriff frown.

"You were a soldier?"

"Newly returned to New Tak City?"

"Answer me, I don't need to nod."

The other party's voice unconsciously raised a point.

It's a pity that such a gesture is useless to Jason.

Jason still nodded.

This can make the other person very angry.

"Tell you, this city is not the same as when you left!"

"It's new!"

"Xindeok City!"

"When you come here, you have to follow the rules!"

"Don't use the old rules of your battlefield, or you'll ......"

The other party's voice became higher and higher, as if he wanted to prove his majesty with this.

Moreover, after finishing speaking, the other party also raised his right hand and gestured at Jason with a pistol.

The other party's muzzle finger was just a meter away, straight at Jason's forehead.

"Smack!"

The other party's mouth made a soft onomatopoeic sound.

Then, hahaha burst out laughing.

The surrounding police officers also laughed together.

Jason looked at the people in front of him expressionlessly, and his footsteps moved slightly, blocking the female pastry chef behind him.

And then—

Bang!

The sound of laughter stopped abruptly, and blood and brains splattered everywhere.