The Demon’s Menu

A young man was sitting in the car.

A slightly fancy coat, long hair shawl, and a handsome young man's face, but the other's eyes made Ada uncomfortable.

It's like the recidivists who were pushed into the cage.

Depressed, and crazy.

Faced with such a person, the operator missed a step back wisely and looked at each other with a vigilant eye.

"Don't worry, I'm not a bad person."

"I just look at you alone and want to ask if you want to take a ride."

"However, it looks like you don't need to."

When the other party said this, he shook up the window and signaled the driver to drive.

The car drove slowly away from the roar of the motor.

Looking at the distant car, the operator missed a sigh of relief.

If the other party insisted on getting her into the car, she ran back.

After all, the police station is not far away.

Simply nothing.

With this thought, the operator missed the waiting carriage again.

Behind her, a hand suddenly stretched out of the darkness.

There was a handkerchief in the palm of his hand, directly covering the mouth of the operator.

"Woo, woo ..."

The operator missed her consciousness only after struggling slightly.

The car that had just left returned again.

I don't know when to get off. The young man who appeared behind Miss Operator with an excited smile threw Miss Operator into the back row of the car. Then, after sorting out his coat slightly, he did it this time.

"Drive."

The other party ordered.

The car started again.

However, the driving driver said:

"Master, you promise the master ..."

"To shut up!"

"I know what I am doing!"

"You don't care!"

The driver was interrupted before he had finished speaking.

After that, the driver remained silent.

The young man looked at the operator in a coma and was drunk.

hunting!

Non-stop hunting!

This feels great!

How can I stop!

The whole city will be my hunting ground!

The young man's face was twisted and unconsciously unconsciously.

...

Under the light.

A dining table appeared in the shop on the first floor of the 'Watch Dog Pastry House'.

The door is already closed.

The female pastry chef sat opposite, holding her hand, looking at Jason who couldn't wait to reach for a piece of walnut.

The walnuts are crispy and the broken walnuts on the top are not only bitter but also sweet.

It should be taken care of in a special way.

"After I boil it in soup, I fry it and smash it."

Seemingly seeing Jason's doubts, the female pastry chef explained it.

Jason nodded, unable to answer at all.

The hand is almost coming up with afterimages.

The twelve walnut buns were almost swept away.

"water."

The female pastry chef passed the glass.

It has doubled mint and lemon.

The purpose is to get tired.

Jason drank.

Then, picked up the egg **** aside.

Click, click

The golden egg tarts are crispy on the outside, and when they are chewed, they make a crunchy sound.

The crispness that should have faded appeared again.

The sour feeling not only did not dilute the sweetness of the egg tart, but made the sweetness more obvious.

"I actually want to add some whipped cream and raisins."

"But today's pastry is sweet enough."

"This will not only make sweetness appear, but will become tasteless."

The female pastry chef said.

Can sourness reflect sweetness?

Jason wrote down this silently.

After Jason ate the last egg **** and drank another glass of double mint lemonade, the lights outside the window flashed.

Footsteps belonging to Edward and Bansi sounded.

Then there was the knock on the door.

Boom, boom.

The female pastry chef hurried over and opened the door.

"Good evening, Ms. Giselle."

"Good evening, Edward and Bansie."

After greeting from both sides, Edward's eyes turned to the man who fell to the ground and claimed to be a lobbyist.

After carefully examining each other's appearance, the leader of the special operations team directly confirmed the identity of the other party.

"Griffin!"

Edward said.

"Do you know him?"

The female pastry chef looked at Edward with surprise.

"Ok."

"This guy is a news dealer and middleman who resells things that are prohibited and not prohibited. He is also a small and famous person in Xindecheng.

"As long as it is money-making, he will do it."

"However, it will not be too much."

"Even if I was arrested, it was several months off, or even a fine."

Edward introduced each other.

Then he looked at Jason.

"He claimed to be a lobbyist?"

"The **** who made the continuous disappearance of the woman hired him to convince you?"

Asked the leader of the special operations team.

Jason nodded.

And just after Jason nodded, Edward grabbed the other's hair and pulled it out.

Jason and the female pastry chef looked puzzledly at Bansi, who also gritted his teeth.

"The horse guard is dead."

"The" ink "that interrogated each other was also dead."

"If it wasn't for your phone, Ms. Giselle, call the captain, the captain ..."

The words were not finished, but the meaning was obvious enough.

The female pastry chef covered her mouth and stared at the boss.

She never thought that such a thing would happen to the police station in Xindecheng.

Jason thought of the dead Sandak.

Has the situation been so bad?

After about five minutes, Edward dragged Griffin with a swollen nose and came back.

Even with a swollen nose and blue face, Griffin was still confused.

Yes.

Of course he was confused.

He was willing to lead the way.

Was directly stunned.

Then, he was woke up again.

If it was too fast to be stunned, he didn't feel the pain, and then he punched and kicked his face, but he really hurt.

He wanted to resist.

can……

He couldn't beat Edward.

Instead, he was brutally attacked by Edward's combat skills.

This moment made Griffin understand immediately, don't resist, that is, be beaten.

If you resist, even if you are not killed, you will have to be disabled afterwards.

With the light shining, Griffin tried to widen his swollen eyes and split his bruised mouth to show a smile.

Just under the swelling, those wide eyes are just a slit.

The corners of the bruised lips even took their teeth off.

Griffin couldn't help covering his mouth.

"Masters, what do you need?"

"As long as I can do it, I will do it."

"But ... no money."

Griffin covering his mouth stuck to his bottom line.

"Who is that bastard?"

Edward asked.

He had not interrogated before because he thought Jason had the right to know this.

Hearing this question, Griffin answered without hesitation.

"Senator David."

"what?!"

Edward and Bansie, including the female pastry chef, exclaimed.

Seeing this long-awaited scene, Griffin was very satisfied.

He waited too long for this moment ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Just ...

Why isn't Jason surprised at all?

He already knows?

Griffin was still thinking, and saw Jason stand up.

"What are you doing? Don't you know the name of Senator David?"

Griffin said cautiously.

He wanted to save a little face and was afraid of stimulating Jason, so the tone was very discretionary.

Jason smiled.

He said lightly--

"Do you know what matters to me?"

"I just went to dinner."