Bansey was awake when he was lifted into the ambulance.

However, Edward, for the sake of safety, still ordered Bansey to go to the hospital for a simple check-up.

After confirming that he was okay, Bansey went straight back to the police station.

Although doctors advised him to rest for a few days.

As Edward's assistant, Bansey knew what kind of situation his commander was facing.

Not only external enemies, but also internal enemies.

At such a time, how can he rest.

As soon as he returned to the police station, he saw Ida poking her head in front of the office of the 'Special Operations Group'.

"What's wrong?"

Bansey is no stranger to Ada, the operator.

Not only because of Ada's sweet voice, but also because the other party is one of the few people who does not show hostility towards the 'Special Operations Group', or rather, in the entire police department, only the communication team maintains this position.

Because, they are all harmless to everyone.

"Bansey? Have you been discharged from the hospital? ”

"Great!"

"Deputy Director Edward just called and said......"

Seeing Bancy behind him, the operator had joy on his face.

She immediately lowered her voice and relayed the contents of Edward's phone call just now.

After listening to Ada's relay, Bansey frowned directly, anger and coldness flashing in his eyes.

Damn it!

The chief was kidnapped?!

Who's doing it?

Are those bastards? Or are they the rats?

Thinking in his heart, Bancy calmly told Ada.

"What I said just now, bury it in my heart, don't tell anyone."

Bansey instructed.

"Okay."

The operator, who was not a fool, nodded and hurried back to the communication room.

Bansey walked to the gun arsenal of the 'Special Operations Group' with a serious face.

Want money?

Naturally, there is none.

Real men are bound to face challenges head-on.

Bansey picked up a rifle and thought as he slung the grenade to his body.

After eating 20 more lamb chops, Jason put down his knife and fork for the time being.

Instead of drinking the glass of Daddari wine, he asked for a cup of tea.

Such a move relieved Edward.

"It's good that Jason isn't interested in alcohol, otherwise ......"

"I've got to stay and scrub the dishes, right?"

Edward thought silently.

As a front-line worker, although his salary and subsidies are good, the meal in front of him really made him feel distressed, and it was more real than the previous 'heartache feeling'.

He had silently calculated that he would need at least three weeks' salary.

And as a single man, how can he have savings?

So, it can only be borrowing.

And in the coming days, you have to cut back on food and clothing.

Hopefully Bansey has enough money for them.

Edward prayed, and then, on his own initiative, pulled back to the previous topic.

"What do you need?"

"Not food, of course."

"Are you full?"

As soon as the words came out, Edward noticed the ambiguity in his words, and the leader of the special operations team hurriedly asked.

"It's just right."

Jason replied truthfully.

Still, his eyes swept over the lamb chops on the female pastry chef's plate.

This move, the female pastry chef saw it.

"I have a small appetite, just eat salad."

With that, the female pastry chef pushed the lamb chops to Jason.

From beginning to end, the female pastry chef maintained an angelic smile on her face, a white, fluffy feeling, spontaneously born.

"Thank you."

When it comes to food, Jason really has a hard time refusing.

He silently calculated the price of food, but found that it was difficult to calculate the courtesy at this time through the specific price.

Need to pay more!

Jason thought about it and began to pick up the knife and fork again.

Edward looked at Jason's eating speed, which was the same as before, and suddenly gasped.

Can you still eat?

Is this stomach a different dimension?

The team leader thought to himself.

Hannibal, who was sitting in the distance, looked at the other two people at the table, and felt more and more eyesore.

Especially that woman.

He casually gave the food to Jason, and showed that shameless smile.

I want to slit your throats and grow mushrooms.

Unconsciously, the doctor's hand holding the dinner knife had a little more strength, and the tip of the knife slashed across the plate, making a small noise.

But such a small voice was fleeting.

Because, again, the doctor was attracted to Jason who was eating.

Focus.

Conscientious.

There is not a trace of waste.

Although there is no etiquette, it has its own rules.

That's nice.

Silently, the doctor complimented.

But the good times were short-lived, and as Jason finished another lamb chop, the table went back into a boring conversation.

The doctor began to focus on his food.

Jason doesn't have a habit of wasting food.

Neither did he.

Even the soup on the knife and fork, he didn't let go.

Jason glanced at the place without a trace, and he began to lower his voice.

"I need information on the 'serial disappearance of women'."

"Authentic, effective."

Jason said.

This is how Jason has just thought of how to repay the female pastry chef for 'courtesy' lamb chops.

At the same time, he needs more [city recognition].

For Jason, it's the best of both worlds.

And for the female pastry chef, it was an unexpected surprise.

The female pastry chef looked at Jason and was about to open her mouth to say something when Jason pointed to the empty plate.

"Remuneration."

Jason said clearly.

The female pastry chef nodded immediately.

At this time, the female pastry chef ignored the fact that Edward paid for the meal, and she only knew that if Jason helped her find her sister, it would be more likely that she would be able to find Evelyn.

After all, Jason's insight was something she had personally learned.

"Yes."

After Edward nodded, he did not shy away from the female pastry chef who was one of the parties again.

"So far, there have been seven cases of missing women."

"Most of the missing women are young and beautiful."

"The missing people don't know each other, and they don't have the same background identity, from students to nurses to ordinary salespeople."

"The most recent case was on October 26, and the complainant, Ms. Guicheer, said that her sister did not return home normally after school, and we have classified her as part of this series of cases based on previous summaries."

Edward said and glanced at the female pastry chef.

When she found that the female pastry chef was only sad with bags under her eyes and no more agitated emotions, she immediately continued:

"The disappearances first occurred on May 20."

"Although people didn't pay attention to this case at the time, with the frequent occurrence of cases later, this case was also taken seriously."

"I set out to investigate the first case."

"And then ......"

Edward pushed his glasses and said in a lengthened tone:

"I noticed something different."