The Demon’s Menu

Two people?

In addition to Brian, Aymod provokes others?

Jason was startled and then smiled.

"Isn't it strange that someone like him has any hatred?"

Jason said.

"of course."

"It's normal."

"As expected."

David nodded and did not refute.

After all, this is the truth.

However, the middle-aged sergeant's eyes are always on Jason, he hopes to see a little difference from Jason's eyes and expressions.

Because according to the meeting in the evening, Emaud was supposed to be the person in Cross Street Follower who was looking for evidence of his wife ’s affair. From another perspective, it should be arranged by the “impersonator”.

As for Emory looking for Jason on his own?

David didn't believe it at all.

Not to mention Aimud's style of action determines that Aimod is in trouble, it is impossible to find a detective or the like.

As far as he knew, Emaud had no wife at all.

There are a few lovers.

But none of those lovers dared to betray Emory.

The other party's heart is cruel in Cherry City, but it is obvious to all.

Because of this, David became more and more curious.

Who is the "impersonator"?

Enter with such a courage to ‘snatch’ Emaud.

Does the other party have any control of Aymod?

If yes, what would that handle be?

The middle-aged sheriff was silently guessing.

From beginning to end, the middle-aged sergeant stared at Jason, did not go to see, Kami lowered his head.

Naturally, there was no flash of worry on Kemi's face.

Two people shot at the same time?

Dad is one.

Who is the other one?

Is Dad in danger?

Kemi thought almost subconsciously.

She wanted to control her expression, but without similar training, Kemi couldn't control her expression at all, only relying on her head to cover up.

Jason's body was slightly sideways, and his tall, sturdy body completely blocked Kemi.

"It seems that your conversation is not pleasant this afternoon?"

Observing the middle-aged sheriff with no gains began to test the words.

"Ok."

"It's very clear that he will solve everything."

"but me?"

"It was good luck to see him."

"Just let me say, sir, it's an honor to see you."

Jason did not deny it.

"Yes, Emmod's style."

The middle-aged sheriff laughed.

In addition to being ruthless, Aymod is also known for his domineering style.

It's just that this time, Ai Mood, obviously made the wrong person.

"Do you think that Emmod's death has something to do with the" impersonator "?"

The middle-aged sheriff asked.

"do not know."

Jason shook his head very simply.

The middle-aged sheriff glanced at Jason, and after staring again for two or three seconds, a smile appeared on his face.

"Very good, I understand."

"If anything, call me."

The middle-aged sheriff said he pulled out a business card.

It says a separate phone, which is different from the alarm phone.

"Ok."

Jason nodded and accepted the business card.

And at this time, McCall on the side walked with Terry.

"Sergeant David, can I leave?"

McCall directly asked the middle-aged sheriff.

Obviously, both sides know each other.

It ’s just that it ’s not good.

Jason could see that when McCall came over, David frowned directly. Although it was only a moment, it was still caught by Jason's keen vision.

"Of course not!"

"Detective McCall, I need you to cooperate with my investigation."

"Why are you here?"

"Please answer carefully, otherwise I will report to revoke your private detective card."

The middle-aged sergeant rarely smiled and said solemnly.

"I came here, of course, to eat."

"Otherwise why?"

"Provoked trouble?"

"Stop joking, I won't provoke Emory."

McCall asked deliberately.

"It's better not."

"What about her?"

"Who is she?"

The middle-aged sheriff pointed to Terry.

"She is my new recruit's assistant. I just started internship today, so you better not scare her."

McCall answered without blinking.

The middle-aged sergeant looked at Tally's slightly childish face in disbelief. Although Tally had been dressed quite maturely, it was still too small to such an extent that people could not help but doubt.

However, McCall immediately pulled out the documents that had been prepared.

"This is her letter of appointment, with a copy of her ID card at the back."

McCall handed the appointment book to the middle-aged sheriff and said.

David looked at the letter of appointment carefully, looked at the copy of Tally's ID card, and asked someone to check it.

In the end, after everything was fine, David allowed McCall to leave.

Jason naturally left together.

"Your Excellency Jason, please be careful of unrelated persons."

As Jason walked out of the hotel, the middle-aged sheriff reminded.

"Ok."

Jason should bear it.

"That sheriff seems alert to you?"

When he walked hundreds of meters and confirmed that there were no people around, Jason asked McCall.

"not me."

"This is true for all private investigators."

"Something happened before that made this sergeant sensitive to private investigators."

"However, he is a good person."

McCall said.

Jason nodded nonchalantly.

Kemi couldn't help it.

"Good man?"

"I feel like he is a smiling fox."

"Bad intentions and treacherous."

Kemi said.

"Um ... you feel right."

"He is a fox."

"But this does not conflict with his being a good person."

McCall emphasized, and then looked at Jason.

"What do you think about Emmod?"

McCall seemed quite convinced of Jason, without any hesitation, and no doubt, just asked so simply.

"He provokes people who shouldn't provoke."

Jason said this, looking at the 3A apartment close to him.

A strange look appeared on his face.

...

After Brian settled his daughter in Jason's apartment, he was finally relieved.

With Jason there, Brian believed his daughter was safe.

Then ...

Emmod!

Brian's eyes were cold.

His working life told him that the enemy must be eliminated.

And his life after retirement reminds him that if he doesn't want to live in pain and blame himself, he must kill Emmod.

Two very different life experiences have issued warnings.

Brian naturally did not hesitate.

He walked out of the apartment and got into the car and went straight to Emmod's mansion.

After his old nest became a ruin, he believed that Emmod would definitely go back.

Ai Mod's position in Cherry City does not allow him to 'hold back.'

Once there was a retreat, not to mention Emmod's enemies, even Jean's men could not help tearing him apart.

This is the underground rule.

Of course, Emmod will surely be prepared completely.

So, before entering the block of wealthy people, Brian threw the car directly in the side street.

He opened the trunk, and then, he pressed towards the side lock.

Click!

In the crisp sound, a dark box opened.

Brian directly propped up the dark box. Under the faint moonlight, three pistols, a submachine gun, several magazines and five grenades were neatly placed.

This is a 'small arsenal' carried by Bryan.

Although there are no heavy weapons, basic armament is sufficient.

Put one of the two pistols on the waist and one under the armpit, and the magazines were detached into the inner lining. After the grenades were all hung in the waist pockets, Brian directly picked up As soon as the submachine gun was pulled, the bolt pulled into the shadow.

...

John stood on the roof, leaning against a chimney. He hid his body behind his eyes and looked at the Emerald mansion below.

John is no stranger to Emmod.

Although he hasn't dealt with him in a real sense, John's name for the other party is irritating.

Of course, it is definitely not a good reputation.

John has heard about what the other party has done to "keep his own business" several times.

However, at that time, he did not care.

Because, he retired.

He has a wife, he needs a stable life and must stay away from this darkness.

But an accident occurred.

His wife's death caused him to die.

Thankfully, his wife left him a last hope.

Daisy!

But now ... Daisy is also dead.

Killed by the **** in front of him.

There must be some processes he didn't know about.

But he couldn't control that much.

Buzz, buzz!

The modified cell phone around the waist gave a slight shock.

This kind of vibration can only be felt if it is actually touched, otherwise, it will be impossible to detect, let alone hear it, retract it, and John takes out his phone.

There is no slight backlight, and the words above can only be seen clearly through the moonlight.

*: You cannot do this!

The hidden name warned John.

John's face coldly replied--

tell them!

Tell everyone!

Who dares to stop me!

J!

Kill it!

After replying, John put away his phone and picked up a sniper rifle.

...

Emmod looked at his house with a somber face.

Before he left in the afternoon, the house was a well-deserved mansion.

And now?

It's a dilapidated building!

Do not!

Tatter is not enough to describe it!

It should be ... ruins!

Anger, mixed with killing intent, impacted Emmod's reason.

You know, this mansion is not only a proof of his step into the ‘high society’, but also one of his secret bases.

Compared with the bases outside, this base in the rich area has natural advantages.

Even those annoying police officers will not come here to inspect randomly.

Therefore, he put enough important things here.

First-class goods!

and also……

Favorite!

At the thought of the latter, Emaud's face grew darker.

Compared with his collection, this mansion and those goods are nothing.

The mansion is gone, you can buy it again.

The goods are gone, you can find them again.

But those collections are gone ...

That is equivalent to depriving him of the ultimate hope!

This is unacceptable to Emmod.

As for the dead men?

As long as there is money, how many such men will be on the street.

He didn't care at all.

Even his so-called No. 1 Asa is the same.

It ’s just a slightly easier-to-use ‘tool person’. As long as he is willing to spend more money, such a person will not be found.

However, his collections can be different.

Taking a deep breath, Emmod waved at the people around him.

"Dig me!"

Emaud ordered.

Although the ruins in front of him had told him that his collections were basically over, Aymond was not stubborn.

None of Ai Morde's subordinates dared to disobey his boss, and everyone except the team of bodyguards was in action.

Some people took tools such as shovels from the trunk of the car, while others simply used their hands to dig. They hoped that their ‘efforts’ would attract the attention of their boss.

Unfortunately, it's useless.

In Eymod's eyes, the people in front of him are the same as those who died before.

It ’s all ‘tool people’!

"Tool people" don't care much, especially when these "tool people" are not easy to use.

"Sir, you need some excavator and professional help."

The old housekeeper whispered.

"Well, you get in touch."

When Emmod confronted the old butler, his tone eased a lot.

The old housekeeper in front of him is different from those 'tool people'.

It is another proof that he entered the ‘high society’.

He was hired at a great price.

The most important thing is that this old butler is very easy to use.

Is a useful tool person.

Just like this time, just a phone call, everything is done.

"The so-called" Housekeeper Union "is really good."

"There are no disadvantages other than the high price."

After seeing the old housekeeper nod to himself, Emmod couldn't help thinking.

It is not that he has not played the idea of ​​the "Housekeeper Union", but if he fails, the consequences will be beyond his ability.

So, he patiently.

But for the man who had destroyed his mansion, Emaud couldn't bear it anymore.

"just wait!"

"I will find you soon!"

"Then you ..."

Emmod whispered to himself, but before he finished speaking, he felt a little palpitations.

The perennial gang career made him almost instinctively shrunk, hiding behind a bodyguard.

Aimode moved quite quickly.

but!

Bullets are faster!

Bang, Bang!

Two gunshots appeared almost in no particular order.

Two bullets, one to the heart and one to the head.

Almod hits almost at the same time.

A large-caliber sniper rifle opened a hole directly in Aimold's chest, while the submachine gun's bullet shredded Aimode's head to half.

thump!

Ai Morde's body, like a broken doll, just fell to the ground.

"assassin!"

"There are assassins!"

All around, Emaud's bodyguards and his men shouted loudly.

Several of them responded quickly to the person who was shooting.

But such a quick response made them suffer the disaster.

Bang, Bang, Bang!

John, who was crouching on the house, began to roll his name.

He said it, and slayed it.

That is to really kill it!

This time the gunshots finally let the people below lock the position of the assassin.

They aimed at John while looking for bunkers one by one.

And at this time, Brian, hidden in the shadow, surprisedly looked at the sniper on the roof. He didn't know John, but he knew this was a good opportunity.

Opportunity to sweep the backbone of Aymod's forces in one fell swoop.

Emmod is dead and his daughter is roughly safe.

But it is not insurance!

There is a certain probability that you will be retaliated!

But what if Emmod, the backbone of Emmod's forces are all dead?

That is naturally safe and worry-free!

Almost without hesitation, Brian pulled the trigger of the submachine gun, and at the same time, he threw grenades one by one.

Da da da!

Boom, boom!

The sound of the submachine gun was quickly covered by the explosion of the grenade.

These bodyguards of Emmod and his men were directly stunned.

They were intently aiming at John, their attention was all on the roof, and they did not expect anyone to attack behind them.

A group of people was caught off guard!

More importantly, John on the roof also threw grenades one after another.

Boom boom!

After a series of explosions, Ai Morde's bodyguards and men were seriously injured on the ground.

Then, as if John and Brian were psychic, they started a burst of fire, harvesting the lives of these scumbags.

All of Amor's men are fierce to ordinary people, and they are not dare to provoke them.

But for John and Brian, they are simply amateurs.

Especially in the first two rounds of attack, the completely beaten amateur faced the top presence of the two professionals, that is, the one-sided slaughter, there was no room for resistance.

After a few minutes, there was a gunshot.

The bodyguard belonging to Emmod on the ground and his men were swept away.

The looming police siren appeared in the distance.

After John and Brian glanced at each other from the air, the former turned over and disappeared on the roof, while the latter was hidden in the shadows.

When the police car felt, the whole scene was corpses.

Only the old butler was standing there blankly.

Hunter reported David while running off the bus.

"Sergeant!"

"Aimode is dead!"

...

Jason and McCall stood side by side.

Kemi and Tally walked behind, whispering from time to time.

The general content is hobbies, shopping, shopping and the like.

When the two talked about a bag of the season, Jason couldn't help but turned around and looked at the two girls.

If you did n’t know what happened to them, Jason thought they had just returned from shopping.

The woman's heart is so big.

Jason thought silently.

Then he gave McCall a look.

At this time, McCall was sighing, but he seemed to have some memories.

"Never mess with women."

McCall whispered in a voice that only he and Jason could hear.

Jason nodded slightly.

Then, the two looked at 3-13 at the same time.

Jason could clearly hear the breathing of two people in the room, and was quite familiar.

McCall's hand involuntarily touched the pistol in his waist.

Jason waved his hand.

"acquaintance."

Jason said this and took out the key to open the door.

In the room, John and Brian sat on the sofa face to face, both watching and watching.

The two never thought that they would only meet again in less than an hour before leaving the mansion of Emaud.

Fortunately, when confirming that the other person is Jason, both of them maintained considerable restraint.

The two were waiting quietly.

Waiting for the return of Jason.

Therefore, when the door opened, the two eyes looked together.

Jason stepped in.

McCall followed.

Kemi and Tally, who were one step behind, did not come in immediately.

For a time, there were only four men in the room, Jason, John, Bryan and McCall.

The four looked at each other.

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The four looked at each other.

Perceiving similar but different breaths from each other.

Surprise and thoughts appeared in each eye.

After about ten seconds of silence, John, Bryan, and McCall's eyes all focused on Jason.

This is Jason's room.

This is true even if it is rented.

Naturally, Jason should be the first to speak.

Jason didn't push it off. He put his elbows on the armrests, his thumbs on his chin, and the remaining eight fingers crossed each other, covering his mouth, and a voice came from his hands.

"Everyone, do you think that what happened so far ... is it a coincidence?"