Edward sat alone in the back seat and looked at the co-pilot.
"Have you found the homeless man's information?"
"Found it."
The subordinate sitting in the co-pilot turned around and reported——
"Jason, Captain, Second Infantry Division."
"Participated in the 'Lanqiao Blockade', 'Golden Blitz', 'Recapture of Fort Du'er', 'Siege of Sheldon', 'Thirty-three Days of Protracted War', and..."
Speaking of this, the subordinate hesitated.
"explain."
Edward emphasized his tone.
"Have fought 40 times behind enemy lines."
"Complete beheading missions 20 times."
"It was... all done by one person, without support or supplies."
After the subordinate finished speaking, he couldn't help but swallow his saliva.
As a soldier, this subordinate knew exactly what this information represented.
"Such a dangerous person should be asked to return to the city."
“Are the top military officials having shit in their heads?”
Edward cursed under his breath.
Then, immediately, Edward calmed down.
"Why was he discharged from the army?"
Edward asked.
"There is no detailed information in the information."
"Just talking about post-traumatic stress syndrome."
"He has seen psychiatrists, but they have had no effect."
The subordinate answered, and continued without Edward asking: "I just sent someone to ask the Hannibal psychiatrist, but the other party was unwilling to disclose Jason's situation."
"Didn't you tell them that this was for the safety of the entire Xinde City?"
Edward frowned.
"Informed."
"But the doctor insisted."
"When we took the necessary measures, he knocked our people down and threatened that if they offended his beliefs as a psychiatrist again, he would remove our people's intestines and stew them with beans.
."
The subordinate looked helpless.
Although they belong to the special operations team, they sometimes have great restrictions.
Especially when facing people with extremely high reputations.
It just so happens that the psychiatrist Hannibal is such a person.
The other party was not only the personal psychiatrist of several big shots, but also established a charity fund to help orphans after the war.
It is impossible for such a person to take truly necessary measures.
"Take the intestines out and stew them with beans?"
"Hmph, that's ridiculous."
Edward looked a little dismissive.
What nonsense does a psychiatrist say?
The subordinate, on the other hand, hesitated to speak.
"explain."
Edward said coldly.
"I don't think the doctor was kidding."
"Our people reported that the doctor should be a veteran."
"When he was looked at, his heart went crazy."
Subordinates report.
"Um?"
Edward frowned.
He trusts his subordinates.
Since one's subordinates say that the other party is a veteran, then the other party must be a veteran.
"Focus on those bastards first."
"After we clean up all these bastards, we will investigate that doctor."
Edward ordered.
"yes!"
The subordinate answered.
Then, the subordinate looked at his captain and cautiously said:
"Captain, it's impossible for someone like Jason to join those bastards, right?"
"He's a hero!"
"With his resume, if he doesn't retire from the army, he can become a school officer!"
The subordinate said this.
"Those bastards were once... heroes."
Edward answered.
His tone was one of unconsciousness.
He looked out the car window.
"hero?"
"That's in the past."
"They're assholes now!"
Edward whispered to himself.
The subordinate stopped talking, with deep confusion and sigh in his eyes.
No one knows what happened.
But the fact is that it exists.
For a moment, the car fell into silence.
Only the sound of the engine was left.
Then--
"Call from the main station, Director Edward!"
"Call from the main station, Director Edward!"
There was a burst of electricity, and the car radio began to make sounds.
"I'm Edward."
Edward picked up the walkie-talkie.
"Director Edward, the 'Watch Dog Pastry House' where you were working before reported again, saying that blood stains were found in the trash can across the street."
‘Watchdog Pastry House’?!
Edward's hand holding the walkie-talkie shook.
mmp, he hasn’t gone back yet!
Edward, whose heart was rolling like the thunder of the Tianshan Mountains, but who seemed calm on the surface, replied calmly: "I understand."
…
Less than half an hour apart.
Jason saw Edward again.
The newly appointed 'Special Deputy Director''s car stopped at the door of the 'Watch Dog Pastry House' again.
Edward, who got out of the car, glanced at Jason and walked directly to the trash can.
Edward's subordinates have imposed martial law again and cordoned off the scene.
When the lid of the trash can was opened, Edward's thin face became unusually gloomy.
The same goes for the surrounding police officers who cordoned off the scene.
Not just because of the heads that appeared in the trash cans.
Also because this head belongs to them.
"'scarecrow'!"
"He's not staring at this..."
The subordinate who reported to Edward couldn't help but exclaimed after seeing the head clearly in the trash can.
"Bansi."
Edward stopped his assistant's exclamation.
Bansi immediately stopped talking.
"Arrange manpower to search here."
"We must find the body of the 'Scarecrow'."
Edward ordered.
"yes."
People around him echoed at the same time.
Then, spread out and take action immediately.
Edward stood there thinking.
The 'Scarecrow' is the most stubborn one among his subordinates. He has rich experience and corresponding skills, and he also wears a firearm.
Therefore, the 'Scarecrow' became the candidate to keep an eye on this place.
However, Edward never expected that in less than half an hour, the body of one of his capable men would be separated.
Who did it?
Edward thought and subconsciously looked at the 'Watch Dog Pastry House'.
At this time, Jason asked the carpenter to replace the door.
Sensing Edward's gaze, Jason turned his head.
The two looked at each other.
The next moment, Edward stepped over.
"Talk?"
Edward said.
"What to talk about?"
Jason asked.
"Tell me about your experience."
"Talk about the head belonging to my subordinate in the trash can."
"Tell me about anything you noticed."
Edward glanced around the store as he spoke, and then his eyes naturally locked on Jason's trolley.
"Can I see it?"
Edward asked, staring at Jason.
"Can."
Jason said calmly.
He had already placed his hockey mask and machete in a safe place and was not afraid to check them.
Edward made no move.
Just looking at Jason like this.
Then, the other party asked.
"Have you noticed anything before?"
"No."
"I was cleaning earlier."
Jason said truthfully.
When he picked up the pastries, all his attention was on the food and he didn't even notice what was happening outside.
It's not about perception, it's just about concentration.
