Chapter 3 A different city~~Ask for a monthly pass~)
Jason's answer surprised the man inside the door.
After a full pause of two or three seconds, the other party looked out the door through the peephole.
The ‘Watch Dog Pastry House’ has two doors.
On the first floor is the wooden door inside.
The first floor is an iron door on the outside.
At this moment, the iron door has been opened and the wooden door is closed.
The man looked out through the peephole of the wooden door.
Then……
He saw a huge, rapidly approaching fist.
Snap!
The thin wooden door shattered with the sound.
Jason's fist penetrated the wooden door, mixed with flying sawdust, and hit the face of the man in the room.
"ah!"
The man screamed and fell backwards with blood on his face.
Jason pulled out his arm and through the hole that had just been made, he saw the female pastry chef at a glance.
The female pastry chef was leaning against the counter, her hair was messy, her face was bruised, her mouth was gagged, and she was sitting there with her hands tied behind her back. There was no other person there.
After seeing Jason's gaze, the female pastry chef immediately started struggling violently.
Instead of reaching into the hole to open the door, Jason aimed directly at the door lock and kicked it.
It was just a simple L-shaped latch that was knocked off directly.
The door opened directly.
Jason walked into the room, and the man who had just fallen got up again.
The opponent with blood on his face looked even more ferocious.
With a low growl, he raised his hands and rushed towards Jason.
Compared to the previous gangster who had no fighting skills, the man in front of him was undoubtedly much more professional.
Not only is he physically strong, he is also quite organized.
One hand grabbed Jason's neck collar, and the other hand grabbed Jason's arm.
Once caught, it will be followed by a shoulder throw.
Given the hard floor inside the pastry shop, such an impact would be enough to make a normal person lose their mobility.
Therefore, Jason, who was used to fighting quickly, raised his hands and grabbed the opponent's hands directly. When the opponent was stunned and struggling, he broke them down with force.
Bang!
The opponent who rushed forward knelt down directly in front of Jason.
Without waiting for the opponent to react, Jason loosened his hands and hit the opponent directly on the temple from both sides.
Snap!
With a crisp sound, the opponent's eyes turned white and he fell to the ground.
Different from just now, this time the other party fell directly into a coma.
Jason checked the other person.
No wallet.
Has a dagger.
After taking out the dagger, taking off the other party's coat, and tying him up, Jason walked towards the tied up female pastry chef.
The dagger cut through the rope, and Jason pulled out the rag from the opponent's mouth.
"Thank you, thank you."
The female pastry chef thanked her.
The sound is a bit dry because it has been blocked by rags for a long time.
Then, Jason glanced around.
The oven is very clean.
The counter is also very clean.
The box where the money was kept has not been opened.
But the door leading upstairs was open.
"Not an entry-level robbery for money?"
"More than one group of people are targeting her?"
"Is it all because of her sister?"
"Or is it because of something else?"
Jason thought, but it didn't stop him from taking out a dollar and placing it in front of the female pastry chef.
On one side of the counter it says: 'One trough cake for 1 jiao, 3 for 2 jiao!'
Then, Jason took out 12 rice cakes from the counter and put them in a large brown paper bag on one side.
“Paper bags are free, right?”
Jason asked the female pastry chef.
"Yes, yes."
The female pastry chef nodded blankly.
She still doesn't know what happened.
First, her sister disappeared, then someone threatened her inexplicably, and now, someone broke into her shop.
Just when she thought she was finished, the homeless man she met in the morning suddenly broke in and not only saved her, but also gave her a dollar.
Is this the money for pastries?
The female pastry chef finally reacted.
At this time, Jason had already walked to the door.
"etc!"
"Please wait!"
Jason listened to the voice behind him without any pause in his footsteps.
Without understanding the world in front of him, he had no intention of causing any trouble yet.
"Those cakes are from yesterday."
"I'll make some fresh ones for you. They'll taste better right out of the oven."
said the female pastry chef.
"OK."
Jason stopped immediately.
There will always be trouble.
Even if you don't provoke them, they will come to your door.
In this case, it is better to eat better and then deal with it.
Seeing Jason stop, the female pastry chef breathed a sigh of relief.
She was really scared.
She was afraid that Jason would just walk away regardless, leaving her alone to face the situation in front of her.
This was something she simply couldn't handle.
"what should I do?"
Walking up to Jason, who had saved her life, and feeling how tall and burly Jason was, the female pastry chef felt an unprecedented sense of security in her heart. Subconsciously, she opened her mouth to ask Jason.
"Call the police."
Jason gave the most pertinent advice.
The female pastry chef nodded suddenly and walked to the side of the counter.
There is a landline phone there.
However, after picking it up, I found that there was no sound at all from the landline.
"The phone line was cut?"
Jason frowned.
Is a female pastry chef with a missing sister worthy of being treated with such caution?
Moreover, two waves of people appeared to confront her.
Is there someone big-time involved with her missing sister?
Jason thought and pointed to the public telephone hall on the road.
The female pastry chef nodded, took out two coins and ran out.
This time the call was connected.
The call was also very smooth.
The interior of the 'Watch Dog Pastry House' remained as it was. About ten minutes later, two police cars arrived.
Not the car Jason remembered, but a car from a much older era.
It has a huge front end, a short rear end, and an arc-shaped roof.
Two cars formed the shape of a '1' and stopped at the door of the pastry shop. Six police officers got out of the two cars, led by a police sergeant wearing a high-top helmet.
The other person is tall and has a thick beard.
As soon as they got off the car, the other party walked into the pastry shop.
First he scanned the surrounding environment, and then looked at Jason and Gichel.
However, after looking at Gichel for only a moment, his eyes were completely focused on Jason.
"You did it?"
The other party pointed at the broken wooden door with a hole.
Jason nodded.
The other party looked at the unconscious guy on the ground again.
"He too?"
The other party continued to ask.
Jason nodded again.
This silent response made the police chief frown.
"Have you ever been a soldier?"
"Recently returned to Xinde City?"
"Answer me, I don't need to nod."
The other party's voice unconsciously rose higher.
It's a pity that such a gesture is of no use to Jason.
Jason still nodded.
This can make the other party very angry.
"Let me tell you, this city is different from when you left!"
"It's new!"
"Xinde City!"
"When you come here, you must obey the rules!"
"Don't use your old rules on the battlefield, or else..."
The other party's voice became louder and louder, as if to prove his majesty.
Moreover, after finishing speaking, the other party raised his right hand and gestured toward Jason like a pistol.
The opponent's finger representing the muzzle of the gun was just one meter away, pointing straight at Jason's forehead.
"Crack!"
The other person made a soft onomatopoeic sound from his mouth.
Then, he burst out laughing.
The surrounding police officers also laughed together.
Jason looked at the people in front of him expressionlessly, and moved his steps slightly, blocking the female pastry chef behind him.
Then--
Bang!
The laughter stopped suddenly, and blood and brains splattered everywhere.
