I'm a killer and nicknamed 'The Box'.

Name?

When I chose to be a killer, I had already forgotten.

In Xinde City, I am famous.

So, quite a few people are willing to hire me.

This time was no exception.

Moreover, at the same time, two 'big jobs' came.

One is to assassinate a psychiatrist named Hannibal, who seems to have been killed because he knew something terrible.

One is to kill a pastry chef named Gizier, who should have offended some big man.

Both tasks are well paid.

However, the difficulty of the two objectives is different.

The former is a guy with a wide network and a charitable foundation.

The death of such a guy will inevitably cause an uproar in Xinde City, and those newspapers that are chasing sales will definitely report it repeatedly, and the police will definitely dig deep into this matter under public opinion.

It's quite disadvantageous for a killer like him.

But who is he?

He is the 'box'.

It is a well-known killer in New Virtue City.

He pursued a further step.

What he needs is to make a name for himself.

This step can only be accomplished through many difficulties.

Therefore......

He chose the female pastry chef, Gixier.

After a series of stepping points, he was ready to start after the 'Watch Dog Pastry House' opened today.

However, the continuous shooting and explosions stopped his movement.

Looking at the police officers who blocked the scene, he had no intention of giving up.

Or rather......

He thinks he'll be able to finish off the female pastry chef and then leave unharmed.

As long as there are no gunshots.

The same goes with a knife.

He arranged his identity: a butler for the upper class.

The family needs to hold a banquet and hire a pastry chef temporarily.

Such reasons are sufficient.

After his investigation, the 'Watch Dog Pastry House' had such a business, and had been to the homes of the upper class more than once, and it was simply a good excuse to use such an excuse.

But why is that homeless man still here?

It seems that the other party is cleaning the shop here in the morning.

Labor in exchange for food?

It's a pity.

You didn't have to die.

But, who made you unlucky?

The 'box' regretted, but didn't even look at Jason.

He maintained the posture of a housekeeper in an upper-class family, and said to the female pastry chef with a straight look:

"Our family needs to have a banquet."

"You're famous as a pastry chef."

"And more than one family recommended it to us."

"So, my husband would like you to come and take care of the pastry part of the banquet."

After saying that, the killer looked like a decent bow.

"Is that so?"

The female pastry chef had a look of embarrassment on her face, but still refused:

"I'm sorry."

"I've had some accidents here lately."

"I can't handle the pastries of the banquet anymore."

"I'm so sorry."

The female pastry chef bowed slightly after repeatedly apologizing.

And, to make up for the apologies in her heart, the female pastry chef began to turn around and pack some clean pastries.

Everything was as I expected!

The 'box' smiled from the bottom of his heart.

After several days of observation, he discovered that the female pastry chef had a very good habit of giving some pastries to the other person when she couldn't help and needed to apologize.

This time, of course, was no exception.

Looking at the female pastry chef who walked over, the killer made the final preparations.

Three steps.

Two steps.

One-step.

"These pastries are ......"

The female pastry chef spoke, smiling all the time, and her right sleeve flicked.

A dagger suddenly appeared in his hand.

Holding the dagger in his right hand, the 'box' stabbed the female pastry chef in the neck.

In the killer's mind, he was going to kill the female pastry chef with one blow, and then he pulled out his dagger and threw it at the homeless man.

The female pastry chef was stupefied by the sudden scene.

The paper bag with the pastry in his hand just dropped.

However, a large hand is on the paper bag and catches it, like a hand grasping the hand holding a dagger.

And then?

Jason held the paper bag containing the pastry in one hand, picked up the killer in front of him with the other, and slammed it on the solid floor.

Bang!

The killer slammed to the ground, his eyes rolling and fainting.

Jason punched the killer's neck again, and after making up for it, he said to the scareless female pastry chef:

"Call the police."

"Oh, oh, okay."

The female pastry chef nodded stunned and staggered towards the outside of the shop.

Face death and brush shoulders with death.

This feeling is completely different from when you look at it.

When the dagger stabbed at her, she thought she was dead.

Luckily, fortunately......

The female pastry chef subconsciously turned her head.

She saw Jason carefully place the paper bag containing the pastry on the counter that had just been sorted out on the side.

This gentle gesture has somehow become so attractive to female pastry chefs.

There was some hesitation before, and I didn't know whether to open my mouth, but at this time, I suddenly became firm.

Placing the pastry on the counter and examining it closely, when he found that two of the puffs were still rotten, Jason silently turned around and kicked the killer in the neck again.

Then, pulling a chair over the store, he sat down next to the killer and looked at each other.

Jason began to sort out the things that have happened from the street park to the present that can be directly related to the female pastry chef -

1. The thugs I met in the morning came for pastries and had malicious intentions.

2. The intruder I met before, without really hurting Gizère, should be looking for something, or preparing to interrogate Gisier about something.

3, the guy in front of him is here to kill Guicheel.

1 and 3 have a contrasting relationship.

The essence of the two is the same, but the means are completely different.

1 is very naïve and belongs to petty fights, and 3 is neat and tidy.

As for 2?

Jason began to look at the entire store.

"Is there anything worth looking for here?"

There is no doubt that there is no shop on the first floor.

Go up to the second floor?

Jason won't go up without the permission of the female pastry chef.

Female pastry chefs are not enemies.

Didn't make trouble for him either.

Delicious pastries were also made.

In the face of such a person, Jason is willing to abide by his bottom line.

Moreover, he believes, Edward, who took the 'interloper' away, should be able to know more.

And Edward?

The other party should be back soon.

In fact, Edward came back a little faster than Jason expected.

Edward, who was still driving alone, pushed the door and got out of the car after the car stopped, and walked towards the 'Watch Dog Pastry Shop'.

Walking into the store, looking at Jason sitting there, and then at the killer who fell there, Edward frowned unconsciously, and only after confirming that the killer was only unconscious, Edward's brow relaxed.

It's just that looking at Jason's face is slightly weird.

"Are you a 'calamity'?"

This one couldn't help but ask.

After hearing this, Jason replied very seriously:

"Calamity?"

"How so."

"I'm just Jason."