Looking at the female student council president who fell to the ground, Jason was stunned for a while.

Sensing malice, Jason was certain that the gunman's malice was aimed at the female pastry chef, and even that he could be sure that the muzzle of the gun's gun was aimed at the female pastry chef.

To put it simply, when the bullet is fired, it is aimed at the female pastry chef, but ...... Halfway down!

The bullet that turned the corner hit the chairwoman directly.

The female student council president is completely lying on the gun.

However, Jason could clearly see that an almost transparent force field appeared on the body of the female student president, blocking the bullet.

The force field flashed away.

The flattened warhead fell to the ground.

"Secret arts?!"

"Or ......"

"Special items?"

Jason glanced at the schoolgirl council president, and for the first time he realized that the other party's origin was far more complicated than he thought, but Jason didn't keep an eye on the schoolgirl council president.

Rather, go after the gunman.

Of course, Jason, who was worried about being transferred away from the mountain, picked up the female pastry chef and clamped it under his armpit.

The female pastry chef's face turned red all of a sudden, and she wanted to say something, but in the end she didn't say anything, just blushing and burying her head, and letting Jason walk between them.

……

I'm 'Wuqu', a killer.

I have a killer brother called 'The Box'.

Earlier, he assassinated a pastry chef named Gixier and was caught by mistake.

What a rubbish!

I can't even do it with a pastry chef.

It has nothing to do with me, though.

Having just received a club membership, I had already made up my mind not to show up again until the weather warmed up.

However, I didn't expect that the female pastry chef's bounty was actually multiplied tenfold.

It multiplied tenfold overnight.

This is already a reward that cannot be ignored.

So, I'm ready to wash away the shame of my brother's 'box'.

It's not easy to lock down a pastry chef.

It was very easy for me to get the traces of the other party.

It's just that......

What's going on with the burly and sturdy man next to the other party?

Why do I feel weak when I see each other?

Especially when the other person walks in the shadows, that sense of oppression simply grows exponentially.

Bodyguard?

No, no, no!

How can a pastry chef afford to hire a bodyguard!

Is it possible to pay the bill with pastries?

Impossible!

It must be this female pastry chef who used her gender advantage to charm this burly and sturdy man!

Thinking of this, 'Wuge' sneered.

A person who can be bewitched by beauty, no matter how strong he is, is only as strong as he is.

Besides, the tenfold honorarium was enough for him to move up two levels in the club, meet the rumored lady, have afternoon tea with her, or go to the opera house, and then ...... Hey, hey, hey.

The excited 'Wuge' didn't think much about it.

Directly mount the gun.

He took aim at the female pastry chef.

Just like the targets he had set his sights on.

Then, the trigger was pulled.

He couldn't wait to see his target fall to the ground.

But......

Why did the person next to him fall to the ground?

I'm aiming at a female pastry chef, huh?

'Wuge' rubbed his eyes in disbelief, but in his vision, it was the female student council president who fell to the ground.

What's going on?

I didn't drink?

Can't you aim wrong?

'Wuqu' asked himself.

But reality no longer allows him to delve into it.

He had seen the strong man rushing towards him with his target in his hand.

Holding his own gun, 'Wuge' turned around and ran.

He didn't think he couldn't outrun the other party.

After all, the other party looks like the kind of person who is strong and slow.

It's just why is the distance getting closer?

Moreover, Why do I have weak legs?

Could it be that drinking too much tea with the ladies of the club will really make your legs weak?

'Wuge' thought as he ran.

And Jason is getting closer.

When he was less than ten meters away, 'Wuge' suddenly turned around, and the rifle in his hand was pointed directly at Jason behind him.

For his own shot, 'Wuge' is very confident.

He practiced such a technique specifically.

He has also used this technique to kill many targets who missed unexpectedly.

Therefore, although he was surprised before, he did not panic.

And now!

It was the moment when he turned the tables on his own!

'Wuge' was about to pull the trigger, but Jason, who was still nearly ten meters away, suddenly accelerated.

It was so fast that he didn't have time to react at all, and Jason came to him.

And, Jason didn't stop.

The strong, burly body directly hit the 'Wuge's body.

Bang!

In the muffled sound, the sound of bones shattering kept sounding, and 'Wuge' left the ground with his feet and flew backwards four or five meters away.

I was hit by a car!

At the last moment of his life, 'Wuge' thought like this.

"[Charge] is still not skillful enough to control."

"Although it has reached the proficiency level, once it is activated, it is difficult to control it finely."

"If you force it to be controlled, it can still cause damage to the heart."

Jason looked at the dead gunman and put the female pastry chef down.

The female pastry chef with a flushed face staggered in place as if she was drunk.

"I'm a little dizzy."

"Just a little too fast."

The female pastry chef explained.

The female student council president caught up alone at this time.

She looked at the gunman, who was no longer breathing, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

As long as the person is dead, it's easy to do.

The dead will not speak.

In the same way, there will be no secrets involved.

Did those guys find me, though?

Or is it an inconsequential temptation?

With these thoughts spinning in her heart, the female student council president looked like a frightened ordinary person and asked Jason:

"Mr. Jason, what should I do?"

"Call the police."

Jason said without hesitation.

"Okay."

The schoolgirl president nodded, and shouted at the clerk who was out of breath, "Joel, go call the police." ”

"Yes, President!"

The clerk ignored the physical exertion and turned around and ran towards the old school building.

And at this time, the female pastry chef finally returned to normal.

She walked over to her friend and examined it worriedly.

"Teddy, are you alright?"

The female pastry chef asked.

"It's fine."

"Fortunately, the gunman didn't hit me with a very poor shooting standard, otherwise I would really have lost my life."

"Still, I got so close to the bullets......"

"It's really horrible."

The female student council president patted her chest as she spoke, looking like she had palpitations.

As she spoke, the female student president's eyes were slightly red, which made people feel distressed when they saw it.

The female pastry chef hurriedly took her friend's hand, held her in her arms, and comforted her softly:

"It's okay, it's okay."

"It's all gone."

"Hmm."

The schoolgirl president rested her chin on the female pastry chef's shoulder and whispered yes, but her eyes were quietly looking at Jason.

And then......

She saw it, and Jason stared straight at her.

Swallowing saliva.