Gichel didn't have the habit of subscribing to newspapers, but after discovering that Jason seemed to like reading newspapers, he walked to the newspaper stop on the corner to buy one.
Jason looked at the enlarged and bold fonts, his own photo, and the 5% increase in [city recognition], and ate breakfast in silence.
Large luncheon meat sandwich and hot milk.
There is sugar in milk.
Warm and sweet.
There is a fried egg on the side of the lunch meat.
The fried egg is slightly burnt and the meat is just the right amount of tenderness.
During the entire breakfast, Jason didn't say a word.
The female pastry chef looked at Jason worriedly.
She knew what happened last night.
Likewise, she also knew why such reports appeared in newspapers.
Little David's father.
Congressman David.
The other party took action.
Confusing black and white.
Or rather...
Turn things around?
Whatever it was, little David must be fine.
It’s just those girls…
Thinking of this, the female pastry chef's eyes turned slightly red.
But, immediately, the female pastry chef turned her attention to Jason who was standing up.
"Jason?"
The female pastry chef asked worriedly.
If Jason hadn't had the habit of reading newspapers, she would never have given these newspapers to Jason.
She would rather Jason didn't know anything to prevent his condition from getting worse.
"fine."
"Isn't this what Xinde City is like?"
"Like those people said, it has changed a long time ago."
"Becoming... strange."
Jason waved his hand and walked upstairs as he spoke.
When he walked to the corner of the second floor, Jason turned back to the female pastry chef and said, "I want to take a nap, call me for lunch."
After saying that, Jason walked into the utility room.
Click.
The door closed gently, and the lock bolt made a crisp sound.
Jason slowly took off his home clothes - this was not given by the female pastry chef, but was the only set of decent clothes under his trolley.
Therefore, it is better not to stain such clothes with blood.
Especially the blood of certain animals is full of stench.
After putting on the slightly dirty tramp clothes again, Jason raised his hand and took out the hockey mask from inside the clothes.
He slowly put on the mask.
Take a deep breath.
Then, spit it out heavily.
call!
The long-lost sense of comfort and security appeared again.
Picking up the wide-blade short-handled machete, the cold light on the blade was reflected on the eye sockets of the hockey mask. There was no flickering in the eyes. They moved, only filled with cold murderous intent.
The world is filthy.
Naturally it needs to be cleaned.
Blood is the best cleaning agent.
…
Snap!
Another cup was smashed to the ground by Edward.
The cup fell into pieces.
Huchi, wheeze.
Edward panted heavily.
Like a wounded beast.
No.
Wounded beasts still know how to lick their wounds, but Edward's wounds cannot heal.
He kept ignoring it.
In other words, the thing he was trying to avoid was thrown directly in his face.
He was beaten until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen.
He was beaten until he was bleeding.
Beat him...
Awake.
yes.
Awake.
Edward turned his head and looked at the release order signed by the director, with a smile on his face.
A silent smile.
ferocious.
And, crazy.
He took out the key and opened the bottom drawer on the left side of the desk.
Inside was a revolver and rows of bullets.
The silver-white revolver has a slender muzzle and a slight sense of beauty.
Edward picked up the revolver, shook off the wheel groove, picked up the bullets and loaded them one by one.
God, I won’t accept it.
He comes to collect it.
…
"Ha ha ha ha!"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
After reading the morning newspaper, Griffin lay on the hospital bed in the police station, laughing so hard that tears flowed from his eyes and he was out of breath.
"This is Xinde City!"
he said.
Then, he shook his hands.
The handcuffs that bound his right hand made a series of noises, awakening little Bansi.
Little Banxi raised his head and looked away from the newspaper, with a look of confusion on his face.
"Hey, little Bansi."
"Don't feel so bad."
"You have to learn to get used to it."
"You know, this is Xinde City!"
Griffin said with a smile.
"But, but..."
"He made so many mistakes."
"Shouldn't he be punished by Xindecheng law?"
Little Banxi murmured.
"Sanctions by Xindecheng law?"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Griffin laughed again, and then he suddenly paused and asked in a brisk voice: "The law is just, it is people's last hope, and it is the protection umbrella of the weak, but that is somewhere else."
"In Xinde City?"
"The value of its existence is that it is a tool for the strong... no, it should be a fig leaf for wanton behavior."
Griffin said and lay down again.
Then, he saw little Banxi stand up and run outside.
"What are you going to do?"
Griffin shouted.
"team leader!"
"Something will happen to the captain!"
Little Banxi answered without looking back.
Edward?
That guy shouldn’t, right?
He seems to be a very calm person?
Griffin was stunned for a moment, thinking subconsciously, and then suddenly thought of another man suffering from post-traumatic stress syndrome.
Suddenly, Griffin's expression changed.
He didn't want to get into any big trouble that couldn't be solved.
That madman must be stopped.
Thinking of this, Griffin's hands trembled.
Click!
The handcuffs restraining him were just opened.
Then, the whole person limped and ran outside.
However, the moment he went out, he turned around and pulled up a hospital mattress, pulled off the sheet with the hospital bed number printed on the outside, and put the core on his head.
…
In the corridor of the police station, David, dressed in a smart suit, led little David in front, followed by the groveling chief.
“Well done.”
David said.
"It should, it should."
"It is my honor to serve your Excellency, Congressman."
The director bent his waist as he spoke.
"If I succeed in running for mayor, I will leave a place for you or someone related to you in the mayor's office."
David lowered his voice and said.
"That would be perfect."
The director bowed again and again.
Isn't this what he wants?
All you need to do is to put pen to paper and sign.
So, why not do it?
David ignored the director and looked at his son.
"Remember what I told you."
"There will be reporters soon."
"You can recite it directly - as for the veteran, I will take care of him afterwards."
David said, with a hint of sinisterness on his face.
How could he not hate?
The trump card he had hidden for many years was gone.
How could Jason's hatred be relieved without cutting him into pieces?
However, that will come later.
Now?
A perfect press conference is the best ending to this matter.
Thinking of this, David raised his hands and pushed open the door of the police station——
