Jason was used to Peters understanding everything.
Although he doesn't understand.
But without any explanation, Jason thinks this is a good thing.
Following the scent, Jason walked quickly through the harbor at night.
The guy just now was only contaminated by the aroma of food, and was not the owner of the 'food' in the true sense.
But Jason didn't care.
He came to clean up some 'pests' for his cousin.
He came here to take revenge on his own dog.
Therefore, he was eager to find more people from the 'Abrasion Society'.
As for the interrogation?
It's too much trouble.
He doesn't want to know those things.
There is no time to know those things.
He only needs to follow the smell of 'food' to find these people, and then chop them into pieces one by one.
The rest?
Gerrard will take care of it.
Jason believes in Gerrard's ability.
Just like he believes in his keen sense of 'food'.
Pier cabin.
This is where the dock overseers rest during the day.
At night, it is the place where the other party rests.
Leaning against the wooden wall, the supervisor sitting on the bed was collecting some of today's deductions.
"170 Del..."
"These guys have been slacking off a bit lately."
"How dare you not work hard for me, Mr. Root."
"I'll smoke more tomorrow."
"And those foremen, asking them to find some children is so troublesome."
The money was reduced and the task was not completed, which made Lute very angry.
He picked up the wine next to him and drank it in large gulps.
Gudong, Gudong.
puff!
Root, who was drinking, suddenly paused. His head stiffened and he slowly lowered his head, his eyes looking in disbelief at the tip of the knife protruding from his chest.
There is obviously a wall behind me!
Before he died, Root was still thinking about it.
Jason drew the knife and left without hesitation.
This is also a person who is tainted with the smell of food.
As for entering?
Jason's nose told Jason there was nothing worth caring about inside.
What's more, he had already clearly seen everything inside through the window.
"Next!"
With a flick of the blood on the blade, Jason disappeared into the darkness of the night.
The sea breeze blows through Hans Harbor at night.
Cozy and comfortable.
It was like a goddess' hand brushing over the pearl on her neck.
It will attract attention unconsciously.
Hans Harbor was known as the Federation's "Pearl"... before Jason arrived.
This 'pearl' is bright and eye-catching.
At least that's the case on the surface.
But with the arrival of Jason, the dazzling darkness was like pus in a pustule. With a pop, it was squeezed out and sprayed all over the face of the 'Abrasive Society' hidden in the dark.
Tap tap tap.
Alec looked like a bounty hunter and ran quickly in the corridor.
This made the guests of the 'Fat Head Fish Hotel' yell and curse.
Some impatient people even stood up to watch the door.
However, after seeing the sword and musket on Alec's waist, he wisely retracted, closed the door, and lay on the bed again.
People want to live.
You have to follow your heart.
It is better to do less than to do more.
Only in this way can you live longer.
If it were normal times, Alec would definitely show off. This is his favorite thing to do.
Half of it is disguise.
half?
is real.
But today, Alec didn't stop at all.
He ran toward the door with a gloomy face.
7 points of contact!
Including the most secretive one!
We all lost contact just now!
Gerrard's revenge?
impossible!
Even though Gerard would find one or two contact points at most, it would be absolutely impossible to find the secret contact point.
What's more, once Gerald uses a large number of manpower, he can't hide it from them.
"Damn it!"
"What's going on?"
With doubts, Alec opened the door of the hotel.
Then,
The sword flashed!
Alec was caught off guard and did not expect to be attacked when he opened the door.
However, as one of the leaders of the 'Abrasion Society' who can be responsible for many contact points, he is naturally outstanding. The long sword on his waist was unsheathed with a clang.
Whoosh!
The long sword stabbed the attacker faster than the machete.
Looking at the attacker who was hiding his face with a hockey mask, Alec sneered.
He was fully confident that the opponent would close his sword and block.
And as long as you block it!
He won!
You know, although he is best at swordsmanship, his killing move is not the long sword in his hand!
The killing intent in his heart made the sword in Alec's hand move faster.
Then, the sword pierced the chest of the attacker wearing a hockey mask in front of him.
The short-handled broad-bladed machete in the opponent's hand also passed over Alec's neck.
puff!
Alec's eyes widened.
Why?
You don't follow the routine!
Aren't you afraid of death?
Even until his death, the leader of the 'Abrasion Society' did not close his eyes.
Jason pulled out the long sword that the opponent had thrust into his chest.
Bang!
Bang!
The long sword was thrown to the ground by Jason, and the sound of metal falling to the ground was heard behind him.
That's a dagger.
A dagger that smells of food.
Of the three food smells that Jason tracked, it was the weakest.
The stronger the smell, the longer it lasts.
Naturally, we have to start with the weakest one.
"Air control?"
Jason held this extremely sharp dagger and licked it without hesitation.
Ice and cold.
There is sweetness.
But it tastes more like milk.
Little pudding?
Jason sucked hard.
Immediately, the extremely sharp dagger decayed.
[Swallowing a considerable amount of Swamp Hunter (essence)]
[Physical strength, undergoing moderate recovery]
[Satiety +4]
【Satiety: 19】
…
The fatal damage just now consumed 3 points of satiety treatment. The 4 points at this moment made up for the consumption instantly, and there was still 1 point more.
Jason glanced at it, not too excited.
Because he knew very well that the real big deal was behind.
This is just the weakest one.
There are two more!
Nostrils twitching, Jason followed the smell of food and walked quickly again.
At this moment, the "Temple" hidden in Hansi Harbor of the "Abrasion Society" was completely in chaos.
"what happened?"
"Why do spiritual imprints disappear one after another?"
"Where's Alec?"
"Where's Alec?"
Blatter, the Bishop of the Holy Church who had his prayers interrupted, shouted angrily.
The sound shook the entire secret room, making it tremble.
Dust fell in puffs of dust.
But no one around him dared to dodge, letting the dust fall on his body, and his body stood up straight.
Until Bratt's voice fell.
A nearby attendant said tremblingly:
"Your Majesty Bishop..."
"Lord Alec's spiritual imprint has also disappeared."
"What?"
The bishop was stunned.
The angry brain suddenly wakes up.
Subconsciously, the other party thought of one person: Gerrard.
"What is Gerald doing?"
the bishop asked directly.
"Gerrard did not leave 111 Drum Street and our 'alarm bells' did not ring."
"The harbor guard and the army have not taken action either."
The waiter reported.
"Then what happened to these disappearing spiritual imprints?"
"How were they exposed?"
"Did someone smell their scent and find them?"
The bishop roared, and once again the people around him were silent.
However, the next moment, the bishop said directly:
"Transfer! Everyone will be transferred immediately!"
Everyone acted quickly as if they had been granted amnesty.
And at this time,
The door to the secret room.
But it slowly opened.
Squeak!
From the crack in the door, a hockey mask slowly emerged.
