The Demon’s Menu

Cherry City, outskirts.

In the courtyard of the safe house, the three of John did not stop their work because of the arrival of the old general. Under the watch of the guards, the three still packed up the messy courtyard of the house as before.

Delbon, who said he wanted to help, naturally followed along.

However, this member of the 'Clock Tower' stationed in the 'Ground Investigation Bureau' was keenly aware of the difference between the three.

John was devoted to the work in his hands, but the breath on his body was getting colder, like the cold wind blowing deep in the deep forest at winter night, making people tremble.

Brian, who seemed diligent, was a little absent-minded. When he moved the fig tree, his eyes would always involuntarily glance at the guard in front of the safe house, and when the guard's eyes swept, the middle-aged father would change again. On the harmless smile of humans and animals.

It's just that when the guard's eyes deviate, there will be a trace of sadness in his eyes.

And McCall?

His eyes were full of vigilance.

Not only was he watching the direction of the safe house with vigilance, he was also full of vigilance with the helicopter that was staying. The hand holding the broomstick collapsed.

Delbon would have no doubt about the excessive actions of those guards, John, Bryan and McCall's determination to fight back.

He didn't want to get involved.

"Hey, guys."

"nothing."

"That old general is a good man."

Delbon began to try to activate the atmosphere of depression.

"Well, it can be seen."

Brian nodded.

"Good man?"

"Good talent is the most terrifying."

"Because he thinks that what he did is for your own good, and the people around him also think it is a good thing because he is a good person. As for you as the most direct participant?

"No one will ask you what you think."

"Or, nobody cares about your ideas at all."

"After all, you are not them."

McCall sneered, his hands propped on the shovel, a flash of memory flashed in his eyes.

There is no doubt that memories are definitely not good memories.

"So, I hate people and prefer dogs."

John rarely spoke.

He straightened his waist, with vicissitudes and hesitation in his eyes, glanced at the outsiders, and gestured to Brian and McCall.

In a very simple gesture, he pointed his finger at himself, Brian and McCall and then clenched his fists into the air.

Immediately, Brian and McCall nodded.

And, act separately.

Brian and McCall left, John stayed in place, Delbon looked at the two who had left, and then looked at John, who was continuing to clean the courtyard, and could not help but open his mouth.

"What does it mean?"

"Are we a gang?"

"Can you tell me something?"

"Otherwise it will make me look like a fool."

Delbon asked again and again.

No one wants to be a fool, especially after Delbon discovers the secrets of these three men, his heart is as curious as tossing his claws.

"clean."

John said lightly.

"?"

Delbon replied with your amused expression. Although he didn't understand what was happening at all, he could be sure that it would never be cleaning.

Subconsciously, Delbon wanted to open his mouth and ask again, but looking at John's cold face, the member of the 'Clock Tower' stationed in the 'Ground Investigation Bureau' swallowed back the words.

Of course it will not be afraid!

He just thought cleaning was good.

Look, isn't it a pity that the petals are everywhere?

With so many petals, it is the best choice to make toilet water and essential oils.

He wants to use his actions to turn everything into waste.

Immediately, Delbon took action.

And Delbon didn't find it at all, John swept him with the afterglow of his eyes.

Is this the "mysterious person"?

John thought silently.

Then, after comparing Jason and Edward, the previous enemy, he shook his head.

Is this fake?

It must be.

Erha often mixes into wolves too, doesn't it?

With such a definition, John no longer pays more attention to each other, and he begins to complete the work in his hands.

As for other things?

He believed Brian and McCall would do better.

Just as he believed, Jason could handle this conversation.

In the safe room, Jason sat on the sofa.

Opposite the old general, on the left is the old instructor-this conversation was only started after the old instructor entered the safe house.

There are only three people in the entire parlor.

The rest of them left at the signal of the old general.

"Nice house, simple and practical."

The old instructor laughed and praised.

Not perfunctory, but he really likes the style here. There is no complicated decoration. In the simplest form, the original purpose is achieved. Just like fighting, you can solve things that can be solved with one punch, do n’t grind. He said a lot of nonsense, and when it came to the back, he couldn't convince the other party, so he still had to rely on his fists.

As for persuading each other?

The old instructor firmly believed that fist is the best education, far more than verbal warning.

"John is an amazing guy."

"Brian and McCall too."

"Do you know how I feel after seeing the three of them?"

"I just wanted to grab my adjutant and ask him why he put these three exaggerated guys outside the army, and then I couldn't help but want them to join this 'civil conscription'."

The old general was half joking.

"Private conscription?"

Jason asked about topics of interest.

And about the three of John?

They are friends, but he has no right to answer for John.

Everything depends on their own choice.

Similarly, Jason believes that similar things will happen to the three of John.

Mutual respect is the basis for becoming friends.

"Well, civil conscription!"

The old general nodded and straightened his body, straightening even more. He narrowed his smile and said solemnly, "The current situation is very unfavorable to us."

"On the frontal battlefield with the Sabie stars, we won a partial victory, but overall, we are disadvantaged."

"Even, an absolute disadvantage."

Speaking of which, the old general frowned.

He didn't want to admit this, but as a soldier, he didn't hide it.

"The moon surface is just the other's outpost fortress."

"The home star where they are located is the other's base."

"And now, we don't even know where their parent stars are."

"But on the contrary, they know where we are--"

"ground!"

"They have already begun to penetrate us, and it is difficult for us to defend against such penetration."

After the old general's voice fell, he took a deep breath and entered a silent state.

Jason is very clear that the so-called ‘difficult to defend’ refers not only to the ‘infiltrators’ but also to the ‘warships’ that appeared in the sky before.

How Jason appeared was not clear.

But he knew what the appearance of this ‘warship’ meant.

It means that the Sabi Stars can easily destroy any city on the ground, which means that the Sabi Stars can arbitrarily strike any destructive strike on the ground, meaning that countless ordinary people will become one by one and can be easily erased. Numbers.

"Did it happen that we didn't find anything?"

Jason asked.

Our word made the old instructor smile.

This old man, who seemed to be as strong as a bear, patted Jason's shoulder vigorously.

"No."

"Whether it is Rael or me, nothing has been discovered."

"It's as if it appeared out of thin air."

"And this is impossible in itself."

The old instructor said, looking at the old general.

He believes that the old friend's men, after the initial exploration, should have greater discoveries at this moment.

In fact, it is the same.

The old general raised his right hand and a report began to appear on the microcomputer.

The report data is complex, and various numbers and symbols that Jason has seen appear in it, but more often, symbols that Jason has never seen before.

μ? ∑? wff? ???? ?

what is this?

Why do I feel that I have seen it, but can't remember it?

After Jason explored his memory for three seconds, he simply saw the bottom line.

This is a ‘live’ warship.

There are both mechanical and biological reactions.

It does not belong to any kind of existence in our cognition.

"Alive warship?"

Jason suddenly.

No wonder it's so delicious.

wrong!

It's no wonder that when I eat the power core, I will resist.

"The battleship is still alive?"

The old instructor widened his eyes in surprise.

"I don't know. I saw it for the first time."

The old general shook his head.

"So, can it avoid our surveillance?"

"like this?"

The old instructor frowned, took a deep breath, and made a curled gesture.

The body that was as strong as the bear immediately shrank a little.

Just a little bit, it still looks like a bear.

It was a lazy, full bear.

Now it was a bear who took a deep breath and was about to climb a tree to steal honey.

But meaning Jason understood.

Since the battleship is alive, can such a battleship change form?

What would this live warship look like under normal conditions?

Or, what can it pretend to be?

and also!

What will it taste like in disguise?

Saliva began to secretly secrete in Jason's mouth.

Cannot be dominated by ‘appetite’!

Jason immediately recovered and began to inform himself.

"General Fu Nuo, how about other cities?"

Jason diverted his attention.

"All in control, only such a strange warship appeared."

The old general answered.

"Is that right?"

Jason frowned.

He was definitely not sorry because he could only eat one battleship, but was thinking about whether this meant that such a battleship was also very rare for the Sabies, and only one could be dispatched.

Or, only if a ship is dispatched will it not be discovered.

When Jason said such an idea, the old general nodded immediately.

"People in the staff have already proposed this idea, and we will rearrange the radar."

"and also……"

"Jason, are you willing to be a full-time soldier?"

The old general looked at Jason and issued an invitation.

"Master Chief is fine."

Jason replied like this.

"understood."

The old general nodded again, and then the old general stood up and prepared to leave.

For Lieutenant General Rael Funo, time is precious.

Being able to take the time to get Jason's side is already because Jason has shown a strong strength that cannot be ignored, and has played a key role in this battle.

Especially the latter, otherwise the old general will not appear even if it is even stronger.

After all, there is no shortage of powerful 'mysterious people' around him.

"Your merits have been recorded, what you need, directly to Cortana, she will take full responsibility."

Before pushing the door away, the old general said.

"Ok."

Jason replied.

Standing in the courtyard in front of the door, Jason and the old instructor watched the old general leave by helicopter.

Before boarding the plane, Cortana, who served as the liaison officer, turned back and waved to Jason.

Jason nodded slightly in response.

"The army is actually a good place."

"There are some secret techniques that the outside world has lost, as well as those potions."

"If you join Jason, Rael will not be stingy."

The old instructor stood aside and said with regret.

In this regard, Jason was indifferent.

In a world with a 'mysterious side', the power of the official is naturally not to be underestimated.

Some secret techniques that appear to be lost in the outside world appear in the official hidden library, which is not an incredible thing.

Even, to a certain extent, it will far exceed the imagination of ordinary people on the mysterious side.

Inheritance will always appear in any organization.

In particular, the winning party.

As long as the wrist is good enough, you can easily get everything from the loser.

Otherwise, how did the 'Spartan Elixir' appear?

Jason absolutely did not believe that it was because of the invasion of the Sabie Stars. The "Ground Investigation Bureau" and the "Mysterious Side" cooperated to develop such a special potion in less than a year.

It must be that it was studied very early.

The addition of the 'Mysterious Side' may have played a catalytic role.

It may also be some kind of cover.

But no matter what, Jason will not choose to officially join.

Not only is he not fond of being bound, but also because he has too many secrets.

Once discovered, it is a lot of trouble.

More trouble becomes a scourge.

Jason doesn't want to be a scourge.

I don't want to be treated as a scourge.

The sturdy old man looked at Jason's indifferent look and couldn't help patting Jason's shoulder again.

This time, it was harder than before.

"Young people should be more energetic, don't learn those magical sticks that are tricky, and put on a pretense posture."

"I often come to‘ Bronze Unyielding ’in the future, but those little guys are looking forward to your appearance, especially after the scene just now ...‘ Battleship ’? What a terrible talent.”

With such words, the old instructor also left.

After Delbon waved goodbye to the old instructor, Jason had already come to him.

"Sir Jason?"

Delbon looked at Jason in amazement.

"Do you remember your previous promise?"

Jason asked seriously.

Looking at Jason's serious look, Delbon immediately carefully recalled what kind of promise he gave Jason.

However, I didn't think about it for a long time.

"Can you give me a hint?"

"You know, too many things have happened in these two days, and my brain is not enough."

Delbon raised his right hand and pinched his index finger with his thumb, revealing a little knuckle of one index finger, with an awkward smile.

"You said before that you know a good shop ..."

"Please eat!"

"Correct!"

"I promised you dinner!"

"Shall we leave now?"

"From here to the city ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ It will take a little while, just to catch up with the meal."

Before Jason finished talking, Delbon thought of his promise and said again and again.

At the same time, Delbon was relieved.

Just scared him to death.

He thought he had forgotten any important promises.

It turned out to be a meal.

Is n’t it just a meal?

He can't eat him bankrupt.

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