Listening to Jason's sworn words, if you don't look at the appearance of Jason wearing an ice hockey mask and holding a broad-bladed short-handled machete at this moment, it is really quite convincing.

But when Brian stood in front of Jason, just looking directly at Jason wearing an ice hockey mask and holding a broad-bladed short-handled machete at the moment, coupled with his tall, strong figure, the middle-aged father felt that Jason in front of him no longer looked like an ordinary pervert or serial killer.

But......

Perverted Murderer!

It's the kind of perverted murderer who has no goal, no commonality, and is simply just for killing, just like ordinary people eating and drinking, as long as they touch it, no one will survive!

Subconsciously, Brian took another step back.

Jason, who was wearing a mask, put too much pressure on him.

He swore that the most terrifying opponents he had encountered in his working life were not as stressful as Jason in front of him.

"Mere depiction?"

Brian said unconsciously, his hand already on his lower back.

He had to be ready to draw his gun at any moment.

At least when Jason swung his knife at him, he was able to protect himself.

"Of course!"

"I'm a realistic writer!"

"As we all know, as a realistic writer like me, it makes sense to wear a mask and a machete, and in the dead of night, I like to put myself in the shoes of the characters and find inspiration...... Isn't there anything wrong with that? ”

Jason asked rhetorically, of course.

Faced with such a rhetorical question, Brian had a burst of energy in his chest and abdomen about to erupt.

Realistic writers?

Looking for inspiration?

This kind of mask, which he would feel cold when he looks at it, and the machete that can smell the characteristic residual smell of blood when he stands here, is just a prop for you, a realistic writer, to find inspiration?

What a bluff!

Wrong!

Ghosts don't believe in it either!

With the way you look, the fierce ghosts will retreat when they see you.

With this in mind, Brian began to retreat towards the door of the hallway.

He's leaving.

He couldn't stay here any longer.

He's going to save his daughter.

As for Jason's 'hobby'?

For the safety of his daughter, he was ready to act as if he didn't see it.

"Nice to meet you, Jason."

"But I have to leave."

Retreating into the hallway, Brian said.

"Together."

Jason said.

Brian is supposed to save his daughter.

And he?

Naturally, it was hunting.

The deliciousness of the 'food' already made him impatient.

Especially when he thought that after dark, he sat quietly at the table and tasted 'food', Jason's eyes were filled with excitement.

You know, in the dead of night, when you taste 'food', the taste of 'food' will be doubly delicious, including but not limited to instant noodles, barbecue, milk tea, spicy crayfish, hot pot and so on.

Saliva began to secrete unconsciously, and Jason couldn't help but start swallowing.

Goo-dong.

The sound is clear.

So here's the problem.

What do you do when you stand in front of you a man who is almost 2 meters tall, extremely strong, wearing an ice hockey mask on his face and carrying a broad-bladed short-handled machete in his hand, swallows saliva at you?

What others do, Brian doesn't know.

However, Brian quickly pulled out his gun.

The muzzle of the gun rushed down, not pointed at Jason, but that attitude said it all.

You murderer, stop and don't come here!

Come here again, I'll shoot!

Brian exuded such an aura all over his body.

And Jason?

"We have the same goal!"

Jason affirmed.

"Thank you."

Brian thanked him very sincerely and opened the door directly.

The whole process, he maintained the posture of holding the gun with one hand and opening the door with one hand, but facing Jason.

After the door opened, Brian didn't stop and retreated directly.

Then, raise your hand and close the door directly and roll to the side.

A wooden door, Brian was sure that Jason would be able to break open it if he wanted to, and he wouldn't put his safety in the hands of a man who looked extremely dangerous.

So, after the standard dodge move, Brian leaped over the railing of the staircase.

The door opened again.

Jason walked out, and he stood in the shadows looking at Brian in the distance, and not only shook his head.

With such movements, the hockey mask looms, and there is an indescribable hideous and terrifying feeling.

But Jason was unaware.

He thinks it's normal.

He loves the freedom and comfort of wearing a mask.

For Brian's rejection?

Jason didn't take it to heart at all, and since the other party refused, of course he wouldn't force it.

After all, he is also more accustomed to acting alone.

The invitation just now was only because after seeing the news provided by Brian, he was in a polite and compensatory inquiry.

He, Jason, wasn't going to take advantage of someone for nothing.

But if the other party refuses, then it is not his problem.

Call!

Thinking of this, Jason took a deep breath, and then spit out heavily, and a faint voice sounded from behind the mask-

"The world is filthy again!"

The next moment, this tall, strong figure was completely hidden in the evening afterglow.

……

In the elongated car, Amod sat calmly, with one hand on the armrest of the chair and a glass of red wine in the other.

Elmod's fingers gently pinched the glass pillar at the bottom of the glass, and the fragrance in the wine unconsciously emanated as his wrist shook slightly.

It is both sweet and lightly fruity.

The smell of alcohol looms.

Elmod sniffed, frowning.

He liked spirits, the kind of spirits that were hot in one sip.

Then, drink half a bottle in one go.

However, he must now maintain his identity.

He's the kind of street thug, and he's got to be stylish.

At the very least, to make it seem to outsiders that he has style.

That's what big guys should have, isn't it?

Therefore, even when he is alone, he has to keep himself in this style.

Because, this is what he has always dreamed of.

Even if he doesn't feel very good in his heart, he is willing to do it.

Jingle bells.

The phone rang.

Almod glanced at a series of **** hidden numbers on it, and picked up the phone directly.

"I've done as you say."

Almod said in a deep voice, no temptation.

His phone was modified, and most of the numbers were impossible to display*, although there had been similar situations before, but he had dealt with them all, and now the only one who could show similar numbers was the neurotic impersonator.

"Well, I saw it."

"You're doing a great job."

The voice changed by the voice changer sounded from the earpiece, and the other party's tone, which was similar to that of a superior ordering a subordinate, made Elmod's hand hold the earpiece and unconsciously clenched.

However, there was not a trace of dissatisfaction in Elmod's voice.

"You can give those things back to me now, right?"

Elmod asked.

"Of course."

"You're done with our deal."

"I will return these ledgers and videos to you as agreed."

"I wish us a happy cooperation."

"You can send someone now, but ......"

"Won't you want to continue working with me?"

The other party elongated his tone, and even in the changed voice, there was a touch of playfulness.

"I don't want to!"

Amod refused without hesitation.

He won't be attracted to such a little trick.

It's naïve.

"It's a pity, I originally wanted to tell you some news about Speaker Dodd, but it's a pity ......"

"Wait!"

"Dodd? Are you talking about the Dodd I know? ”

Elmod, who had been indifferent for a moment, sat up straight.

"Otherwise, would there be a second Dodd in 'Cherry City'?"

The other party asked rhetorically.

And this time, Aimold said very dryly.

"Let's talk about the next step of working together."

Naturally, Elmod knew that the copycat had bad intentions.

However, the 'bait' thrown by the other party is too fragrant.

It was so fragrant that he had to face it squarely.

Dodd, the Speaker of Cherry City, is a real bigwig and the one who has been blocking him from entering the council.

Of course, this is not because of the integrity of this Dodd.

The other party's dirtiness is not much different from his.

The reason why he stopped it was only because the one he supported was Dodd's biggest competitor.

Everyone in the parliament knew that the next speaker would be between the one he supported and Dodd, and now Dodd had a considerable advantage.

If something 'unexpected' arises, such an advantage is erased...... That's great.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Just like in the book, continue to introduce the client to that Jason?"

Elmod asked.

"Well, just like in the book, please continue to introduce Mr. Jason to the client, and when you make Mr. Jason famous and gain some wealth, I will complete the transaction."

"Remember, don't pull out the seedlings and don't make your own decisions."

"I want it to be exactly the same as in the book."

The changing voice said.

The other man paused here, and then spoke again.

"Of course, if you follow me next time, our deal will be cancelled!"

After the other party finished speaking, he hung up the phone directly.

Toot, toot!

An electronic tone came from the earpiece, and Amod hung up the phone, looking gloomily at a device connected to the phone, unsure of how the other party knew that he had installed the tracker, just as he was not sure how the other party knew some of Dodd's 'handles'.

You know, he went to great lengths to find Dodd's handle.

But for nothing!

Could it be to deceive me?

Almod thought, but shook his head the next moment.

Probably not!

Since the other party can find my handle, it is only natural that he should find Dodd's handle.

I can't find it, just because Dodd is wary of me and the people I associate with.

And it is naturally much easier for an outsider to come.

Almod made excuses for himself.

People will always stand in their own favor and look at the good side to think.

Even if something goes wrong and you see it, you will turn a blind eye.

Because, that's what ...... Greedy.

It is really confusing to get carried away with a high profit at a very small price.

Elmode is no exception.

Even, he is extraordinarily greedy.

"This guy cares a lot about being immersed in his own world, so Jason becomes an essential part of it, if I keep Jason in my hands......"

As if thinking of something, Amode's face became more and more gloomy.

And at this very moment-

Jingle bells!

The phone rang again.

This time the numbers shown were his men.

Moreover, he is also a henchman.

Therefore, Amod did not hesitate and directly picked up the phone.

"What's the matter?"

Aymad asked dryly, knowing that if it was okay, this henchman would not call him.

"Someone has attacked our base!"

Bang, bang!

In the middle of the words, bursts of gunfire rang out around him, and the moment Emmod heard the gunshots, his heart tightened.

You know, it's not just a secret base for him, it's also one of his important sources of income.

If something happens, he will suffer an unbearable burden.

"Who is it?"

"Who attacked?"

Elmod growled, his face darkened with the roar.

"Yes......"

Bang!

Another gunshot, different from the previous one around, this time it was in the ear.

The words came to an abrupt end.

"What is it?"

"Speak quickly!"

Emmoud heard the gunshots, but he still hoped that his men would be more vigorous and tell him the most important clues, but unfortunately, he could only hear the sound of heh, heh in the earpiece, which was the blood foam choking into the trachea, trying to speak, but being held back, completely out of breath.

When everyone is dying, most of them are in such a state.

Aymud knew that this man was finished.

What's more, he will suffer unimaginable losses.

"Whoever you are!"

"You're dead!"

Aimold threatened.

"Me too!"

"Whoever you are, I will kill you with my own hands, because if you have done the most unforgivable thing, I will use the methods I have learned in my long career to become your nightmare."

"I'll find you one by one."

"Then, kill you one by one."

After saying that, Brian, who was at a secret base somewhere in Elmod, threw down the phone in his hand.

Syllable!

The microphone collided with the landline, making a crunch sound.

The sound echoed through the empty room, and the corpses on the floor were stained with white powder, which was soon soaked and turned bright red, sticking to the corpses.

Brian didn't even look at these systems. DU.

It's not a pity for them to die.

It's just that......

Where's your daughter?

It was the most hidden place he could find in Elmod.

Thinking, Brian took out the bomb he had prepared from his school bag and gently placed it on the table, then he turned and walked out.

Walking out of the doorway, Brian pressed the button directly.

Rumble!

The flames rose into the sky, and Brian walked in one direction without looking back.

That's where Alter lived.

This father can't wait.

He was ready to meet with the other party.

Then, have a good talk

And on the other side of Cherry City, John shot the man in front of him.

This is an 'agent', not what he is looking for.

However, he did not lose his clues.

He had just tortured out who this broker was.

In fact, at the beginning, the other party directly threatened him with his boss.

Elmod!

The big shots in Cherry City!

John knew the other side.

So, in order to confirm, he tortured the 'agent' and confirmed the other party's words.

Since the 'agent' doesn't know who is behind the scenes, the boss of the 'agent' must know.

Thinking of this, John walked towards Amod's residence without stopping.

Sitting in the car and returning to his residence, Elmod always felt terrified, not only was one of his secret bases destroyed, but there seemed to be something more terrible about to happen.

No way!

I can't sit still!

I'm going to gather people!

Thinking of this, Emmode raised his hand to get the phone, but before he could pick it up, the phone rang.

Jingle bells!

The sudden sound of the phone made Elmod's frightened hands tremble.

He was stunned for a moment before picking up the phone.

And then—

"Ahh

"Monster!"

"There's a monster!"