Hearing Jason's words, Edward's face changed.

The already tired face was even paler at this time.

The leader of the special operations group, his lips trembled, and he said: "I promised, naturally I won't pay the bill, but you don't have to be in a hurry, right?" ”

"Of course."

"So, I didn't go yesterday."

Jason replied very seriously.

Yesterday someone invited you to dinner!

Edward roared in his heart.

Even, at this moment, the leader of the special operations team began to wonder if Jason had caught this guy related to the 'ghost squad' a long time ago, and only now called him, in order to go to breakfast more justifiably.

No!

This guy might tie up a passer-by in order to eat!

Well, most likely!

Do you want to wake up the guy in the back seat, interrogate him, and delay everyone who needs breakfast?

Just as Edward pondered the feasibility of this plan, Jason spoke again.

"It's almost dawn, it's a good time for breakfast."

Jason still spoke in that nonchalant tone.

However, the inexplicable Edward felt that Jason was very dangerous at this time, and it was best for him not to play any tricks.

Eventually, Edward gritted his teeth.

It's a big deal, I'll pay for it!

With this in mind, Edward stepped on the gas.

The car rushed out and quickly disappeared at the end of the street.

……

For a poor person, the free working meals every day are really a blessing.

Little Bansi received this gift three times a day.

Even if it is not delicious, it is fixed at a fixed time, rain or shine.

Today is a little different, though.

He...... Holding a dog.

This was found by little Bancy at the entrance of Pea Horn Street when he returned to the police station from the 'watchdog pastry shop' yesterday, and I don't know why he glanced at it through the car window, and when he looked at the stray dog hiding in the corner in the cold wind, his stomach was filled at that time, and a certain piece of his heart was touched by pantothenic acid.

Then, he decided to adopt it.

And, gave it the name "Private".

The Private is an earthy yellow dog.

Medium-sized, with the head reaching just above Bancy's knees when on all fours.

But it was skinny and skinny, making it look smaller than it really was.

However, his eyes are extremely fierce.

Ordinary people will be frightened when they look at it.

It was only when he approached Little Bancy that his eyes softened, as if he had seen his own kind.

"Private, go."

"I'll take you to dinner."

"Don't scream, don't disturb others, don't serve at the table."

Little Bancy told the 'privates'.

He also wanted to buy some special dog food for the 'privates'.

But he didn't have any money.

Thinking of this, little Bancy touched the dog's head apologetically.

Then, it's ready to move on.

But at this time, little Bancy suddenly realized that something was wrong with the 'privates'.

The fierce eyes became timid.

The tail is even more clamped.

I watched the direction of the cafeteria keep retreating.

Little Bancy was stunned.

Although it had only been a short time since he adopted the 'Private', the 'Private's performance was good enough, and he was even more pleased with his bravery and determination.

What's in the cafeteria......

Hiss!

Curious, Bancy looked into the cafeteria.

Immediately, I gasped.

What did he see?

He saw the appearance of holding a thermos bucket that required two people to lift, and was grabbed by Lord Jason in one hand, and his neck was raised to drink bitterly.

He saw a ham sandwich the size of a normal person's palm, and the appearance of Lord Jason's mouthful.

He saw the omelette lit with soy sauce disappearing into Lord Jason's mouth at a speed of two, three, two, three.

Thundered!

It's like a bolt from the blue.

Little Bancy froze in place.

He opened his mouth wide to say something, but he couldn't tell the mystery.

Edward walked over silently and patted little Bancy on the shoulder.

"I'm sorry, but I can't help everyone."

"I ......"

Before Edward could say something, little Bancy rushed in.

Not at Jason, of course, but at the back kitchen.

He wanted to find some food.

Even if it's just a little bit of it.

Can......

The kitchen was clean and clean.

Not to mention the food, even the table is as clean as new as if it has been licked.

Little Bancy looked at the chef who was standing in the kitchen in a trance.

"Where's the food?"

"There should be breakfast for at least 30 people?"

He couldn't help but ask.

Breakfast at the police station is not for everyone, but only for those on duty on the night shift.

He admits that His Excellency Jason can eat, but it is absolutely impossible to eat breakfast for 30 people.

"It's, it's all there."

The chef raised his hand and pointed at Jason, his voice shaking.

As a chef, he's seen what can be eaten, but what can be eaten like this......

The first time he met.

Horror!

It was his truest reaction at the moment.

However, for some reason, watching the person gobble up all the food he made, a strange sense of pride began to rise from the bottom of my heart.

The chef asked Jason.

"Some ingredients, Lord Jason, do you still need them?"

"Of course."

Jason nodded.

This chef, who has never been recognized in the true sense, seems to have won the approval of heaven and earth, and began to work overtime at a rate far more than twice as fast as usual.

When Jason walked out of the cafeteria, the chef experienced the joy of exhaustion.

He leaned against the wall and looked at those who walked in, waving his arms.

"No more!"

"Breakfast is gone!"

"You're late!"

After many years, he finally shouted this sentence.

Looking at the surprised appearance of those people, he sighed in his heart.

Hmph, let me say I'm terrible!

You just don't know how to appreciate!

But, someone understands!

Such a person is worth my efforts!

The chef clenched his right hand into a fist, raised his head slightly, and the corners of his eyes were moist.

Little Bancy walked out of the cafeteria in despair.

Edward couldn't bear to pat Little Bancy on the shoulder again, took out the sandwich he was secretly hiding, broke it in half, and handed it to Little Bancy.

"Less is better than nothing."

Edward comforted his assistant.

Little Bancy nodded, he pulled the ham out of the sandwich and handed it to the 'private', eating the lettuce and slices of bread himself.

Without the meaty taste of the ham, the sandwich became more and more difficult to swallow.

The more Gillick's terrible cooking skills are revealed.

I really don't know how Lord Jason ate so much.

Little Bancy was still thinking about it, when he found that the 'private' had spit out the ham just now, and the dog's face looked insulted and wronged, and then he pulled Little Bancy's trouser legs.

"It's unpalatable, but it's better than nothing."

Little Bancy comforted the 'privates'.

But the 'private' was not little Bansey and did not receive such comfort at all.

It tugged at Bancy's trouser leg again, and then ran straight to the small door on the side of the cafeteria.

"Wait for me, private!"

Little Bancy chased after him as he shoved half of the missing ham sandwich into his mouth.

Outside the door, there is a row of garbage cans.

The 'private' was crouching there, watching little Bancy wagging his tail as he ran out.

"You let me go through the trash can with you?"

"Or do you want to express that the food made by Gillick is not as good as garbage?"

"You're an adopted dog, and you can't do anything like going through the trash can."

Little Bancy smiled bitterly and told the 'privates'.

Then, he was ready to take the 'privates' and leave.

It's a big deal to borrow some money from Ada and buy some breakfast.

Little Bancy had already made up his mind.

But just as he turned around, the 'private' jerked down the nearest trash can.

The trash can is tipped, the garbage lid flies out, and the contents of the trash can suddenly flow out.

Cover your nose with a foul smell.

A piercing crimson red.

The rolling fluid is mixed with the heart, liver, spleen, stomach, kidneys, ......