The Demon’s Menu

Return to the police car.

Edward sat alone in the back row, looking at the first officer.

"Have you found any information about the tramp?"

"I found it."

The subordinate sitting on the co-pilot turned around and reported—

"Jason, Second Infantry Division Regiment, Captain."

"I participated in the" Lanqiao Blocking Battle "," Golden Blitz Battle "," Durburg Recapture Battle "," Thanks Ears Siege Battle "," Thirty-three Days Enduring Battle ", and ...

Speaking of which, this subordinate was hesitant.

"Say."

Edward added a tone.

"Once in the enemy's battle 40 times."

"Complete the beheading mission 20 times."

"It's all ... one person, no support, no supplies."

After the subordinates finished speaking, they could not help swallowing.

As a soldier, this subordinate knows exactly what this document represents.

"Such dangerous people will let him return to the city."

"Is the military's top executives shit?"

Edward cursed in a low voice.

Then, immediately, Edward calmed down.

"Why did he leave the army?"

Asked Edward.

"There is no detailed indication on the information."

"Just talking about post-traumatic stress syndrome."

"He has seen a psychiatrist, but it has no effect."

'S subordinates answered, and, without asking Edward, he continued: "I just sent someone to ask the Hannibal psychiatrist, but the other party was unwilling to disclose Jason's situation."

"You didn't tell them, is this for the safety of the whole Xinde City?"

Edward frowned.

"Informed."

"But the doctor insisted on his own opinion."

"When we took the necessary measures, he put our people down and threatened our people. If he offended his belief as a psychologist, he would take out our people's intestines and stew with beans . "

The man is helpless underneath.

Although they belong to the special operations team, sometimes they are very restrictive.

Especially when facing someone with a very high reputation.

Coincidentally, this psychologist Hannibal is such a person.

The other party is not only a private psychologist of several big names, but also set up a charity fund to help post-war orphans.

Such a character, it is impossible to use the necessary measures in the true sense.

"Take out the intestines and stew with beans?"

"Humph, ridiculous."

Edward seemed dismissive.

What is a psychiatrist talking about?

And the subordinate is hesitant.

"Say."

Edward said coldly.

"I don't think that doctor is joking."

"Our people reported that the doctor should be a veteran."

"When he was looked at, he had hair in his heart."

Reports to the subordinates.

"Ok?"

Edward frowned.

He believes in his subordinates.

Since his subordinate said that the other party is a veteran, then the other party must be a veteran.

"Let's focus on those **** first."

"Wait for all these **** to be cleaned up, let's investigate the doctor."

Edward commanded.

"Yes!"

Answered this subordinate.

Then, the subordinate looked at his captain and said carefully:

"Captain, it's impossible for someone like Jason to join those bastards?"

"He is a hero!"

"His resume, if not retired, can become a school officer!"

Said the subordinates.

"Those **** used to be ... heroes."

Edward answered.

Tone was an unconscious meal.

He looked out of the car window.

"Hero?"

"That's over."

"They are **** now!"

Edward whispered to himself.

The subordinate no longer spoke, with a deep confusion and sigh in his eyes.

No one knows what happened.

But the fact is there.

For a time, there was silence in the car.

Only the sound of the engine remained.

Then—

"Reception desk call, Director Edward!"

"Reception desk call, Director Edward!"

There was a burst of electric current, and the car radio began to sound.

"I am Edward."

Edward picked up the intercom.

"Director Edward, the" watchdog pastry shop "you used to attend, reported again, saying that blood was found in the trash can across the street."

"Watchdog pastry shop"? !!

Edward's hand holding the walkie-talkie shook.

MMP, he hasn't gone back yet!

The bottom of my heart rolled like thunder in the mountains, but the surface was silent Edward, and he replied lightly: "I know."

Uh ...

Less than half an hour apart.

Jason saw Edward again.

The newly appointed ‘Special Deputy Director’ ’s car stopped again at the gate of the ‘watchdog pastry house’.

Edward walking down the car glanced at Jason and walked directly towards the trash can.

Edward's subordinates have once again martial law and blocked the scene.

When the lid of the trash can was opened, Edward's thin face was rarely gloomy.

The same is true of the police officers around the scene of the blockade.

Is not just because of the head that appears in the trash.

Because, this head is theirs.

"" Scarecrow "!"

"He is not staring at this ..."

The subordinate who reported to Edward, after seeing the head in the trash can, could not help but exclaimed.

"Banxi."

Edward stopped the assistant's exclamation.

Banzi stopped immediately.

"Arrange manpower to search here."

"Must find the body of the Scarecrow."

Edward commanded.

"Yes."

The people around me responded at the same time.

Then, immediately dispersed to act.

Edward was thinking on the spot.

‘Scarecrow’ is the oldest and heaviest of his subordinates. He has rich experience and skill, and he is armed with firearms.

Therefore, the ‘scarecrow’ became the candidate to follow.

However, Edward never thought that it was only half an hour later, and one of his powerful men separated his body.

Who did?

Edward thought, looking subconsciously at the ‘watchdog pastry shop’.

And this time, Jason asked the carpenter to change the door again.

Perceived Edward's eyes, Jason turned his head.

Looked at each other.

Next moment, Edward walked over.

"Talk?"

Edward said.

"What to talk about?"

Jason asked ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ to talk about your experience. "

"Talk about the head of my subordinate in that trash can."

"Talk about whether you notice anything."

Edward scanned the shop while talking, and then his eyes locked on Jason's trolley naturally.

"Can I see it?"

Asked Edward, staring at Jason.

"Yes."

Jason said calmly.

Ice hockey masks, wide-blade short-handle choppers have long been placed in a safe place, and are not afraid to check them.

Edward had no action.

Looked at Jason like this.

Then, the other party asked.

"Did you notice anything before?"

"No."

"I was cleaning."

Jason said truthfully.

When he picked up those pastries, he focused all his attention on the food, and did not notice what was happening outside.

This has nothing to do with perception level, just because the concentration is too concentrated.

However, Edward did not believe it.

"is it?"

He asked back, and then, when he spoke again—

Boom!