The Demon’s Menu

The sudden gunshots interrupted the words of the young man with a mustache.

He lowered his head and looked at his chest through the bullet. His blood had already stained his shirt and he was still fainting. Instinctively, he turned his head and he wanted to see who fired the gun.

Stained red, he saw John.

John, dressed in a black suit and white shirt, held a gun and pointed to his forehead.

"Wait……"

boom!

Another shot.

However, this gun was aimed at the forehead.

The bullet penetrated the eyebrow, and the young man with a mustache fell directly to the ground.

The gunfire did not stop.

Bang Bang!

The swift three shots, the three accomplices with knitted hats, thin and strong bodies, lost their mobility.

then?

Bang, Bang!

Two more shots, the two in a knitted hat and thin figure fell to the ground with their brows in their hearts.

Only the strong man was left.

"Don't, don't kill me!"

"We are just hired!"

"We are just hired!"

The strong man stressed.

"Who hired you?"

Jason asked.

"do not know."

"He will call us when he has something, and then we will get paid for completing the task ..."

The muscular man shook his head and pointed to a cell phone on the table. Then, he saw John raised the gun in his hand.

Suddenly, the man struggled and shouted loudly.

"Don't kill me, I didn't kill your dog!"

"It's just a bar ...!"

boom!

John pulled the trigger directly.

It's still a brow.

"She is not just a dog, she is everything to me!"

John said coldly, and then made four more shots at the four bodies on the ground.

After confirming that the four were dead, he picked up the mobile phone on the table, turned on the answered phone, and looked at the marked phone. John did not dial it.

He sat on the sofa, waiting quietly.

He believes that the other party will call.

As long as the other party wants to continue to reproduce "Crossroad Tracker", it will definitely come over.

In fact, the speed of the opponent's call came faster than John expected.

Just ten minutes later-

Jingle Bell!

The phone rang.

After John connected a slap-sized machine to his mobile phone, he connected the phone.

"Asshole!"

"What are you doing?"

"I just let you deal with the body and put the dog there! It is there! It's not killing it!"

As soon as I picked up the phone, a roar came from the receiver.

It was a very angry roar.

"Ok."

John didn't speak in a real sense, but responded vaguely.

"I tell you!"

"You have no chance!"

"I will find new staff!"

"Rather than your group of disobedient shit!"

When the opposite voice finished speaking, he hung up.

However, this is enough for John.

He looked at the data uploaded by the machine in his hand, and after a few simple operations, he confirmed where he should go next.

John got up and walked out.

Jason just returned to apartment 3A at this time.

The speed of the police officer driving is too slow compared to John's driving speed.

Moreover, the other party seems to have deliberately slowed down.

There is no doubt that this should be the sergeant's arrangement.

"Guessed that the murderer was to reproduce" Crossroad Tracker ", so I" controlled "my protagonist, slowed down my speed, and thus contained the" killer "to gain more time and initiative?"

Jason thought silently.

Since he can guess, then David can also guess.

Jason never doubted the intelligence quotient of a sheriff.

After all, what can become such a front-line sergeant in person is not a wine bag.

And the other party's approach?

Jason is in favor.

There is no doubt that the current "killer" has substituted himself into it, and he has become the "protagonist" in his book. The two need to interact all the time for the entire book's plot to be promoted.

Once one of them fails to keep up, the interaction will naturally stop.

just……

Will the other party simply stop the interaction?

Even if he stopped ‘passively’.

Will the other party make other arrangements?

There must be!

Since the other party has already reproduced "Crossroad Tracker", it will naturally take into account all aspects, and will not be "dragged" like this.

So, what could it be?

"parking!"

Jason was thinking suddenly.

squeak!

In the friction between the tire and the ground, the car steadily stopped on the side of the road.

The driving officer looked at Jason doubtfully.

Jason pointed out the window.

There is a fast food stall there.

Although he is thinking, Jason ’s eyes will not miss the ‘goal’ already set, especially this ‘goal’ is still related to food.

"Do you want a hot dog?"

The police officer was stunned for a while, and his face didn't respond.

"Of course."

"Apart from that attracting me, is there anything else?"

Jason pushed the door and got off.

The police officer subconsciously wanted to stop, and raised his hands before he recovered, he just sent Jason back, not escorted.

Jason is not a prisoner.

This is a fact.

Suddenly, the police officer swallowed back when he reached his mouth.

Jason ignored the policeman behind him. He was attracted by the smell of grilled hot dogs, sandwiches, orange juice, and fat house water.

"what do you need?"

"Hot dog? Sandwich? Or fat house water, orange juice?"

A chubby three-jaw boss propped the countertop and pointed to the price list next to it.

The price list is in the form of a small light box, and the lights are not turned on in the afternoon.

Grilled hot dogs: 2.5.

Sandwich: 3.0.

Fatty house water: 2.0.

Orange juice: 2.0.

...

There are four things in total, and the price is clear.

"Ten hot dogs, ten sandwiches, five fat house waters, orange juice."

"Fat house water and ice."

Jason reported the amount of afternoon tea that he should have according to his food intake, and emphasized it deliberately.

The fat boss glanced at the police car across the road, and his face suddenly appeared.

"Are you going to follow?"

"So I buy food for two people all day?"

"Relax, leave it to me."

"Bob is a partner of justice."

The fat boss said, so he walked over to the stove, and got busy.

Jason didn't mean anything.

At this moment, he only cares about food.

A moment later, when the food was ready, the fat boss handed it to Jason.

"75 yuan."

"Thank you for your patronage."

Said the fat boss.

Jason took out his wallet, carefully pointed out 75 dollars and gave it to the other party, then turned and walked towards the police car.

"Come on!"

The fat boss made a gesture of cheering behind Jason.

"Ok."

"After closing the booth at night, read the news."

Jason said as he walked, he didn't stop at all.

"what?"

The fat boss asked suspiciously, but this time, instead of answering it, Jason boarded the police car.

"Are you going to retreat and write?"

The officer looked at Jason carrying a large pile of food and couldn't help asking.

"Normal afternoon tea."

Jason answered, and then took out a hot dog directly.

This is a corn dog.

It is a hot dog wrapped in corn syrup and fried, which has both meat and corn sweetness. The fat boss also added some chocolate and bitten it down. The slightly thick cocoa flavor and corn sweetness rushed directly to the taste bud And when the teeth touched the ham, it was a bit elastic, and then, the casing was torn, and the gravy was ejected directly in the mouth.

It is not pure pork intestine, but mainly chicken, and some fish is added.

The taste is delicious, but the taste is not lost.

Not bad.

It didn't make me expect it.

Jason commented.

After eating a hot dog, Jason picked up the sandwich.

It is a common ham sandwich with fried eggs, cheese slices and ham slices.

However, unlike ordinary ham sandwiches, the fat boss chose beer ham as the main ingredient.

The slightly salty taste merged with the cheese and immediately reacted for a few seconds.

The crispy fried egg and fluffy bread slices fried on both sides make the sandwich taste more than one layer.

Uh, uh.

Jason ate two in a row and nodded unbearably.

Goo, goo.

belch!

Drinking a glass of fat house water in one gulp, burped.

Need more to say about fat house water?

Lying there, drinking it bit by bit, when the hiccups hit, the soul seemed to be sublimated.

Orange juice is fresh from oranges.

"Can patronize a second time."

Jason thought.

The police officer who was driving kept looking at Jason through the rearview mirror.

Undoubtedly, this police officer was the first person to see such a fast meal.

Obviously it was only 200 meters away, still in a car, but ate a hot dog, two sandwiches, a glass of fat house water and a glass of orange juice, and, looking like Jason, did not seem to stop meaning.

Is that home so delicious?

The police officer couldn't help guessing, but his heart was to make up his mind. After a while, Jason would buy some taste.

The car stopped again.

"Please pay attention to safety."

"You should be stared at too."

"However, please be assured that we will protect you."

After the police officer finished his routine, Jason accidentally pointed to the car in the distance.

No longer hidden?

wrong!

Not only is it no longer hidden, but it is still showing!

This is putting pressure on the 'killer'!

Said that if you want to "reproduce", you have to break through his blockade?

Is the pressure completely on yourself?

Jason couldn't help thinking about the middle-aged sheriff's smiling face.

Undoubtedly, the other party is more reliable than expected.

The same is also quite cunning.

Jason surpassed the perception of ordinary people, but could clearly perceive the garden behind the apartment, a room on the second floor, and the room next to his room on the third floor, all locked in sight.

These eyes are full of vigilance, not malicious.

Obviously, this is the real tracker.

That car?

Naturally it is bait.

"Thank you."

After Jason expressed his gratitude, he walked toward the third floor carrying the remaining food.

Of course, Jason eats while walking.

But in order to be inconspicuous, he controlled himself well.

It wasn't until I entered the room—

call!

The air surging, Jason with his mouth open, seemed to open a black hole, and the remaining food in his hand was swept away.

"really!"

"The food should be eaten by the mouth!"

Jason whispered to himself.

Then, while turning on the TV, the "Crossroad Tracker" was taken out of the bedroom and study and started to read again.

He always felt like he was missing something.

Time passes by every minute.

The westward sun began to fall slowly.

At about 4:15, Jason looked up, and he looked at the door.

A person is approaching the third floor.

The opponent's footsteps are not in a hurry, and they are extremely calm.

After a few seconds--

Boom, boom.

"Hello, is this Mr. Jason?"

After knocking on the door, a polite voice sounded.

Jason walked over and opened the door.

At the door, stood a middle-aged and old man in a tuxedo and white gloves.

The other party's hair is gray, and there is a pocket watch chain hanging down on his chest. He has a courteous face and a stereotype, which is very consistent with people's image of a butler.

"Hello, Mr. Jason."

"I am Mr. Emmod's housekeeper."

"Mr. Emode wants to see you."

"Of course, I won't let you stay away, just downstairs. Similarly, I will compensate you for your time delay ... Please be able to promise that my host and I have no malicious intentions."

The old housekeeper said politely.

After that, he bowed to Jason.

Jason frowned as he looked at the old butler who bowed.

He subconsciously thought of the protagonist in Cross Street Follower after he found the landlord's dog and helped a husband find evidence of his wife's extramarital affairs.

Is this husband Emory?

Jason thought, at the same time, at this time also understood the other party's response.

Suppress people!

Jason doesn't know who Emed is, but Jason can be sure that this Emed is definitely rich or expensive.

Needless to say, just look at the other housekeeper's housekeeper.

People who can afford such a qualified butler naturally have a decisive position in the 'Cherry City'.

And such a big man is enough to make the arrangement of the middle-aged sergeant go back without success.

Is this your response?

it's actually very good!

Jason said something in his heart and said to the old housekeeper in front of him, "Yes."

"Thank you so much!"

"Please follow me."

There was rejoicing on the old housekeeper's face, and after bending over again to salute, he walked straight ahead to lead the way.

As the old housekeeper said, Jason will not be kept away.

In fact, ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ is where the meeting with the Mr. Emmod is downstairs.

A long, silver-white car parked there.

Even people who do not understand the car can feel expensive when they see the car.

Of course, this is not all.

Two black cars were parked in front of and behind the silver-white extended car. Six bodyguards wearing sunglasses stood on either side of the convoy, with their backs facing the car and facing the sides.

Sunglasses blocked the line of sight, but Jason could feel that look.

As soon as he appeared, this kind of gaze followed.

Obviously, that Emaud's bodyguard was not a frivolous.

But Jason was more interested in that Mr. Emmod!

because--

He smelled ‘food’!