A barbecue grill converted from a charcoal brazier for heating in winter appeared in Jason's temporary residence.
On the red-hot charcoal, two little finger-thick and four-meter-long mouth bars were coiled up and placed on a temporary woven wire mesh. The high temperature of the flames made the two mouth bars squeak.
, the mouth strips that could withstand the cutting of the kitchen knife blade could not face the flames at all. The two mouth strips began to expand and burst, and the juice splashed everywhere, with a rich aroma.
Jason carefully sprinkled the pepper on it and turned it over.
Uniform firepower has always been the key to cooking.
In order not to waste food, Jason worked hard.
This is especially true when preparing two kinds of food at the same time.
Jason cleaned the scraps of meat that were picked up and then chopped them into pieces again.
Compared with the tough noodles, these minced meats were much softer. Jason quickly chopped them into fillings. Then, he also chopped some mushrooms he bought on the way back and mixed them into the fillings.
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After stirring thoroughly until the stuffing and chopped mushrooms were almost combined into one, Jason picked up a handful of stuffing with his left hand and squeezed out meatballs one by one from the tiger's mouth with the pressure of his palm. The spoon in his right hand
As soon as you pick it, the meatballs are put into the pan one by one.
laugh!
The oil that had already been heated made a sweet sound the moment it came into contact with the meatballs.
In the hot oil that completely covers the meatballs, the mushroom meatballs are quickly fried until golden brown.
Drain the oil, take it out, and then flip the noodles over.
After several cycles, Jason had his own lunch.
The bite is crispy, rich in juice, and with black pepper, it's like black pepper grilled sausage.
Mushroom and meatball crisps, although only a little salt is added, the meat is rich in texture. Jason took one bite and was very happy.
When the last meatball entered the stomach, the preretinal text appeared again——
【Eat the Trickster!】
[Small recovery from injuries!]
[Satiety +1]
[Satiety: 1]
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A familiar warmth rose from Jason's stomach and surged throughout his body.
In this warm state, the pores all over his body felt as if they were about to open, making Jason squint his eyes in pleasure.
But soon, Jason came back to his senses and looked at the skill bar again.
As he expected, there was no + sign after reaching the entry-level [Gunpowder Weapons. Light Weapons], which obviously required more [Satisfaction].
Naturally, Jason's eyes stayed on [Unarmed Combat (Basic)].
Jason had no intention of accumulating [satisfaction].
It’s not that I don’t want to.
But can't!
The situation he is in now and the dangers he may encounter make him understand that the most correct choice is to quickly increase his strength, even if it is just a little increase.
Because this slight change in strength may affect life or death.
Jason would not do such a thing just to face death directly in order to accumulate a little [satisfaction].
"Improve [unarmed combat]!"
Jason chose.
Suddenly, the same knowledge and synchronous adjustments of the body appeared again as before.
When it was all over, not only did Jason have more fighting skills in his mind, but his body also became a little stronger.
The most direct change is the description of [Unarmed Fighting].
[Unarmed combat (entry): The body itself is a powerful weapon. After a long period of basic training, you not only have certain skills, but your body also gradually becomes stronger; Effect: Constitution +0.1]
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With +0.1, the physique reaching 1.3 has become Jason's highest attribute.
This instant improvement, the feeling of becoming stronger visibly to the naked eye, was so wonderful that even Jason couldn't help but take deep breaths several times in a row before he could control his excitement.
"food!"
"I need more food!"
Jason told himself this again.
However, he did not act in a hurry.
He knew very well that the guy who failed in his plan would not take action again so soon.
It is safe for at least 3 days.
The first case was on August 5th, the second on August 8th, the third on August 11th, and today is August 14th, the fourth case occurred - while buying mushrooms on the way back, Jason
I bought a newspaper by the way, which not only confirmed the accurate date, but also got more information about the world.
Of course, all the money was advanced by Finch.
"From the beginning to now, we have been together every three days, and it has never changed."
"Even, for the sake of success today, the other party even went so far as to raise suspicions."
"August 17th..."
Jason muttered the date under his breath.
Then, Jason began to think about the meaning of what the other party did.
It's like specially selected police officers to target.
There is most likely some connection between the two.
Jason firmly believes this.
Unfortunately, there was too little information, and Jason couldn't figure out where the connection was.
However, this did not prevent him from putting forward some of his own opinions and suggestions to the sheriff.
Even though his strength does not allow him to take the initiative at this moment, it does not mean that Jason will be beaten passively without doing anything.
At the very least, he could suggest that Bundy increase the number and firepower of his night patrols.
Two battles were enough for Jason to understand that although these 'foods' had strange abilities, they were still powerless when faced with gunpowder weapons. As long as an adult with a gun could put aside his fear, he would have a considerable chance of winning.
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I'm afraid this is the biggest reason why the gunman chose to attack secretly and create panic. Only timid and fearful people are more likely to succeed.
Otherwise, if the other party had monsters that were not afraid of guns, they would have accomplished what they wanted to do with great fanfare.
etc!
The other party completes a ‘hunt’ every three days. Is it to strengthen the monster’s abilities?
Suddenly, such a guess appeared in Jason's mind.
Suddenly, Jason's expression changed slightly.
He had no corresponding occult knowledge, but such a guess seemed to be the most likely at the moment.
Without delay, he got up and walked out.
And just when Jason was about to ask Finch where Bundy was being treated, Sheriff Bundy knocked on Jason's door.
Boom, boom.
"I, Bundy."
"Please come in."
After Jason answered in the affirmative, the sheriff opened the door.
The opponent's entire arm was placed on his chest and fixed with a bandage. The blood-stained clothes had long been replaced. There was a normal sense of malaise after injury on his face, but his eyes were not slack, and his gaze remained firm and tenacious.
"Your suitcase."
Bundy bent down and picked up the box at his feet and handed it to Jason.
"Thanks."
Jason took this 'own suitcase' and thanked him.
The box is made of rattan. The weaving technique is very fine, leaving no gaps. From the outside, you can't tell what's inside at all. The weight is not too heavy, about the same as the weight of three large pig's hooves.
"This is what I should do."
"besides……"
"Thank you for saving Finch."
Bundy's serious face was filled with gratitude. Then, the sheriff took out a folded piece of paper from his coat pocket, opened it, and handed it to Jason.
