Wrapped in gauze and holding his waist, Clive cautiously approached Pea Corner Street.
He always thought there was something wrong with Edward.
It was definitely not because Cecil asked Edward to temporarily take charge of the police station. He was worried about being in trouble, so he ran out and was unwilling to go home, so he came to find evidence.
The police sergeant did not enter the 'Watch Dog Pastry House' directly.
He didn't think he could be a match for the veteran without using a firearm.
And want to ask directly?
The relationship between the other party and Edward will definitely not cooperate.
Therefore, observing silently and looking for evidence is the best choice.
Then, Clive saw Jason running.
"Good physical strength."
“The speed is also very good.”
After just watching for a while, Clive had to admit that this veteran's physical strength was really good and his speed was fast enough. Even if he used a firearm, he would only be at a 50-50 shot against the opponent.
and……
"The body shape is similar to that of the attacker with the knife."
Clive was not directly involved in the shootout in front of the police station.
However, he saw the scene from inside the police station.
Especially among a group of people armed with firearms, the tall man holding a broad-bladed short-handled machete and charging back and forth left a deep impression on Clive.
At this moment, that figure and the figure in front of him are constantly overlapping.
Then, just when Clive was about to confirm something, the police chief suddenly saw Jason covering his heart while walking, and then bleeding from all his orifices.
Although he recovered quickly, but...
"Is this the person who is about to die?"
"How could such a person be an attacker?"
"No wonder he was discharged from the army."
"There must be some hidden disease."
After being startled, Clive couldn't help but think.
Then, he saw Jason turned his head and looked at him.
The bloody look on his face was really scary, especially the look in his eyes. Clive felt as if he was being stared at by some beast. He couldn't help but take a few steps back, and subconsciously started to tighten his grip to shoot.
.
But thankfully, Jason just glanced at him, turned around and left.
But even so, Clive was still breathing heavily.
He felt like he had just been torn apart in an instant.
How is that possible?
It's an illusion!
It must be because I've stayed up too late recently!
Clive consoled himself.
call.
The cold wind blew by, and Clive, who was standing there, felt that his face, where the hot coffee had been splashed, once again ached. What was worse, the cold sweat overflowing on his forehead and cheeks stung and burned him.
The wound felt more and more burning.
What am I doing?
I can obviously go home and rest.
I'm hurt.
Why should I come here to blow the cold wind?
Those things are none of my business. I am just a pawn. Why should I be anxious?
Under the cold wind, Clive suddenly figured it out.
Clive, who absolutely refused to admit that he was frightened by Jason, couldn't help curling his lips angrily, and was about to turn around and leave.
But when he turned around, the police chief was startled.
Because, behind him, there was someone standing somewhere.
Wearing slightly tattered clothes and looking dirty.
Holding a sign in hand.
It says: OK, OK.
There is no doubt that this is a tramp, and moreover, a disabled tramp.
When Clive looked at him, the other person pointed to his mouth and said "Abba, Abba".
"Go away."
shouted Clive.
However, when he finished speaking, he realized that his voice was a bit high.
Will it attract the attention of that scary guy again?
no!
Not like this!
I can’t let the other person notice me anymore!
When he thought of this, Clive took out his wallet, grabbed a handful of banknotes from it, and stuffed it into the hands of the mute homeless man in front of him. Then, he continued what he just said: "Take the money and leave quickly, you know it's very dangerous here."
Don’t know? There were shootings and explosions here yesterday!”
In order to make his words more real and natural, Clive brought up what happened yesterday.
After saying that, Clive hurriedly walked towards his car.
His car was parked outside Pea Corner Street.
It was less than twenty meters away from where he was standing at the moment.
However, just when he was about to take a step, the mute homeless man held him back.
Clive couldn't help but frown, glanced at the back of Jason who was still walking slowly in the distance, and said in as gentle a voice as possible:
"Don't be too greedy!"
"That money will last you a long time!"
The mute homeless man looked at Clive with a smile, first waved to Clive, and then handed all the large bills in his hand to Clive.
He only had 2 cents of change left in his hand.
What's the meaning?
Clive was stunned.
Then, the mute homeless man stuffed all the large bills into Clive's hands.
Before Clive could say anything, the mute homeless man quickly ran towards the 'Watch Dog Pastry House'.
Are you sick?
Don’t you want the money I gave you?
Only 2 cents?
Clive looked at the other person's back and couldn't help but laugh in his heart.
But before he could calm down the ridicule in his heart——
boom!
A huge explosion came from behind.
The unsuspecting Clive was knocked over by the air wave.
He turned around blankly.
I saw that his car had already turned into a fireball.
bomb!
Someone wants to kill me?!
The answer welling up from the bottom of his heart made Clive's hands tremble, and the banknotes that were supposed to be squeezed suddenly blew into the sky with the cold wind.
Clive sat on the ground and didn't notice this at all.
It wasn't until Edward came here after receiving the alarm from the female pastry chef that Clive finally came back to his senses.
"Tell me about it."
Little Bansi walked up to Clive and said.
The tone is very bad.
Although the two sides belong to the same police station, they are actually two camps, and some of Clive's rumors make little Bansi feel ashamed.
This tone is naturally not much better.
"Yes, someone wants to kill me."
Clive said tremblingly.
"certainly!"
"Bombs have been used."
"I must hate you to the core."
"Do you have any targets of suspicion?"
Little Banxi asked.
Target of suspicion?
Clive was stunned.
Of course, the targets of his suspicion include the gangs who paid him protection money, the people he extorted, and the people he wronged for no reason... Every one of these people wished he was dead.
Is it them?
Clive felt cold in his heart.
Then, he grabbed little Banxi's hand.
"Protect me!"
"Hurry up and protect me!"
"Let me go to the 'safe house'!"
Clive said repeatedly.
Little Banxi shook off Clive's hand, put away his notebook and pen, and said coldly: "It seems that Chief Clive's mood has not calmed down yet, and it is not suitable for recording at the moment."
"Someone go get Sheriff Clive a cup of coffee to calm down."
After saying that, little Banxi walked towards the explosion site.
And the people around you?
Naturally, none of Edward's subordinates would come to pour coffee for Clive.
No one even looked at Clive.
The obvious gap made Clive feel like he had been abandoned by the whole world.
Especially under the real threat of death, Clive, who was already mentally shaken by Jason's aura, felt an unprecedented despair spreading from the bottom of his heart.
Who will save me...
Can someone come to my rescue?
I……
"Abba, Abba!"
The strange noise made the desperate Clive raise his head, and he saw the mute just now.
The mute, who was holding a brown paper bag, took out two cakes from the brown paper bag with a smile on his face and handed them to Clive.
The brown paper bag advertised 'Watch Dog Pastry House'.
