In the night, the muscle car belonging to Aitdemund is slowly driving through the streets of Ngong City.

Esther, who was sitting in the passenger seat, looked at Jason behind him through the rearview mirror from time to time.

Until now, he didn't understand the meaning of Jason's words.

What does it mean that the eyes are confused and the taste does not change?

You can't smell it through your nose, right?

Not even a hound can lock a certain scent in a big city like Aung Thanh!

What's more, the members of the 'Faceling' Legion must have undergone the most rigorous training, and this kind of masking of the smell is a compulsory course, so it is impossible for the previous 'Faceling' to leave a clue about the smell.

Trying to find more 'Facelings' through the other party is simply impossible in Esther's opinion.

However, Esther faced Jason's orders, and he had no objections.

He was going to live to be a hundred years old, how could he oppose Jason's orders.

Moreover, he still has some vague expectations.

Hopefully Jason will find the rest of the Facelings legion.

Then, use this as an opportunity to disrupt the layout of those big shots.

Compared to many of Esther's mental activities, Ettemun, who drives, is concentrated.

He didn't think about it that much.

He is now wondering whether to expand the two 'safe passages' again, and more and more relevant people will appear, and his previous layout is not enough.

Victory always seems to be within reach, but defeat is always in the shadow.

Aitdemont knows this very well.

So, he had to be ready to 'retreat'.

If something is wrong, run away with everyone.

It's just that......

"It's so hard!"

Aitdemund sighed silently.

He couldn't help but glance up at Jason in the back row.

At this time, Jason's left knee is resting on the knee of his right leg, his back is leaning against the seat, and the whole person is in a very relaxed posture, while in his hand is playing with a small obsidian dagger.

Based on observations, Aitdermon can confirm that it was made of obsidian.

It looks very rough, but the corners are carefully polished, and there is no unique smell after time deposit.

"Imitations?"

Aitdermon guessed.

Then, just then, Jason looked up.

"Turn left."

Jason said lightly.

"Yes."

Atdemund nodded immediately.

Jason lowered his head again, continuing to play with the obsidian dagger in his hand as he continued to smell the 'smell'.

The Templar's Facelings naturally hide their scent, but neither do the 'food' they carry with them!

This obsidian dagger is a trophy recovered from the previous 'Facelings'.

Naturally, anyone who has been in contact with this 'Faceling' will be more or less contaminated with this smell.

Although it is impossible to track down these people who have come into contact with the 'Facelings' directly at the entrance of the fight gym based on the spilled scent, as long as it is within a general range, Jason is still sure.

And this?

It's not hard.

Think about how the Facelings fight the Legion.

Thorough disguise, lurking, assassination.

Again, Jason is certain that these 'Facelings' will inevitably spy on intelligence.

So what kind of person would be the best person to spy on intelligence?

People who have a certain social identity and can get preferential treatment on any occasion, but basically will not be suspected by the public!

Teachers, doctors, police officers, journalists, etc., are all in this category.

Among them, the identity of a journalist is the most convenient.

They are the only ones who can go out and on all kinds of special occasions and meet some people without being suspected.

Although it will also be investigated layer by layer, it is the end of the search, but relying on the ability of the 'Facelings', it is not difficult to deal with such a situation.

So, the first search location Jason chose was the TV station in Ang Seong.

Although he had been here before when he hunted [Twisted Animation Joker], Jason did not rule it out.

On the contrary, he was suspicious of it.

It's very simple, [Twisted Animation Clown] is on Ngong Shing TV, is it really a coincidence?

Coincidentally, just after he appeared in an alley in Ang Thanh, he appeared directly in the supermarket opposite him?

Unaware of the existence of the Temple, Jason may have mistaken it as a coincidence.

But when Jason learned of the existence of the 'Temple', these coincidences, no matter how you look at them, seem to be carefully arranged.

"I hope you're still patient!"

Jason muttered to himself.

One of the Facelings has assassinated him, and no matter what the outcome, the other Facelings in Aung City will be silently waiting for news.

If it succeeds, they go to pick it up.

Failed, they went to clean up.

With this in mind, these 'Facelings' will be able to stay where they think they are safest.

And what better place to be safer than the environment in which an identity has been carefully laid out many times?

Thinking of this, Jason took a deep breath.

The scent on the obsidian dagger went straight into the nose.

Hunger pangs flooded Jason's mind once again.

However, he still held on.

Different from the original simple fight against hunger, Jason at this moment is not only to fight hunger, but also to allow himself to think and analyze calmly and rationally when facing 'food'.

It's not easy.

But Jason knew it was a must.

That state of being completely dominated by 'appetite' was just too bad for him.

"Self-discipline will set me free!"

Jason picked up the obsidian dagger, put it in front of the tip of his nose and sniffed it, then put it down again.

Soon, however, he stirred his nose again.

The eyes that had been squinting slightly opened immediately.

There was a hint of surprise in his eyes.

……

Tusoko is one of the directors of the interview department of Aung Thanh TV.

Compared to several other supervisors, this supervisor has always been respected.

Not only because of his age and ability, but also because of his approachability.

Every time something happens, Tusoko is always willing to help others, and he will not shirk any foreign visits, even if it is someone else's task, as long as he speaks, Tusoko will agree.

Just like the last time, it was obviously another supervisor's task, but Tusoko agreed to the other party, and went abroad for two weeks, and just came back yesterday.

Then, it's time to work through the interview overnight.

Sleepiness is naturally there.

After Tusoko couldn't help but yawn, a male subordinate on duty couldn't help but say, "Supervisor, you should be tougher instead of acting as a good old man, do you know how they talk about you behind your back?" ”

"What are you talking about me?"

Tusoko pushed his glasses, his gray sideburns moved back slightly under the friction of the temples, and a smile appeared on the old man's face, making the wrinkles a few more lines.

"They say you're a good person!"

"It's good for everyone!"

"Even the most heinous villain will say hello - because you will definitely meet all his demands and will not resist."

The young male subordinate said.

Tusoko was slightly stunned, as if he didn't know how to answer, and a smile of shame appeared on his face.

Then, he got up and walked towards the pantry.

Looking at Tusoko's back, the male subordinate pursed his lips, and finally crawled weakly on the desk.

And the few people on duty who had been paying attention to this place immediately started to discuss.

"There's no way Director Tusoko will listen to you."

"This interview with the minister of the campaign must not have his share."

"We have to show to the other supervisors, I don't want to be given any travel assignments and not be able to go home for weeks."

"yes."

"Actually, it's not bad for a good old man like Tusoko to be a minister, at least when I ask for leave, I won't be embarrassed."

"Yes, as long as we ask for it, maybe we will be given more subsidies and bonuses."

"It's a pity that he is destined to become cannon fodder for this campaign."

This kind of talk is heard by Tu Soko clearly.

Even though the door to the pantry was closed, his perception of one of the official members of the 'Faceling' Legion was not at all comparable to that of ordinary people.

Listening to these words, Tussoko's habitual smile became a little more sarcastic and nine points hideous.

"Barren cities, fallen people."

"All that awaits you is the scorching flames!"

"Blood will not wash away your sins!"

Tusoko thought to himself, and his eyes looked out from the small window of the pantry.

Outside the window, the night was silent, but his colleagues had already acted.

It's going to be lively in no time!

That immortal 'anomaly' must have become frightened at this moment.

Any existence that is hunted down by the 'Temple' will be terrified all day long.

Because, in the end, they will all die without a place to bury.

"You deserve to be punished for inadvertently ruining my layout!"

At the thought that the [Twisted Animation Clown] he had worked so hard to arrange was so easily eliminated by the 'Masked Man', Tusoko's face couldn't help but distort.

He was just a temptation, and his three years of hard work were in vain.

Unforgivable!

Tusoko thought through gritted teeth.

He tilted his head and drank the coffee in his hand.

He hoped to use coffee to extinguish the anger in his heart.

However, there is no use at all.

Moreover, just as he put down his coffee and lowered his head, a tall figure suddenly appeared from the glass of the window in front of him.

It was a figure who was a head taller than him, wearing an old-fashioned hockey mask and couldn't see his face clearly.

She was standing behind him at the moment, looking down at him.

Ice hockey noodles, masks?!

In an instant, the hairs on Tusokko's back stood on end.

"You ......"

As soon as Tusoko was about to speak, his broad palm covered his mouth, and the short-handled broad-bladed machete swept across his neck.

Burst!

Blood spurted across the glass.

Outside the window, most of the night was directly dyed red.

Only a corner remains, and a full moon blooms brightly.

Let the darkness grow deeper and deeper.

Let the crimson become more and more dazzling.

It also made the tall figure intertwined in darkness and crimson more and more creepy.

Unnoticed, Jason bent down and pulled out a small obsidian dagger from the other's jacket pocket.

Looking at the new obsidian dagger in his hand, Jason's face hidden behind the mask showed a smile.

Things seem to be simpler than he imagined!

And......

Pleasantly surprised!

(End of chapter)