Chuck, the manager of Angcheng's "shelter", looked at Edmon who raised his gun at him, frowning slightly with confusion on his face.
"Edmund, what happened?"
"If you have any requirements, we can sit down and talk."
Chuck raised his hands.
"Why do you do that?"
Edmond asked coldly.
"What's the meaning?"
"I don't understand what you are saying."
Chuck's face was filled with confusion again, and then he saw Edmon pointing a gun at him, took out his gun from his desk, and then turned on the monitor.
The screen on the monitor still showed Jason sucking the chocolate fountain.
How does he know?
Chuck was full of surprise.
Edmund just took out his hidden gun without any searching. Similarly, when he turned on the monitor, he didn't hesitate at all. He seemed to know that everything should be like this.
"Is it because Esther's report made you doubt me?"
"But why don't you doubt Esther?"
"He should also have doubts."
Chuck asked.
"Ester is a good young man, even though he was confused before."
"Moreover, he can't give the order to 'eliminate the traitor' to the escorting action team at all!"
"In the entire Ang City, only you, Chuck, can issue such an order to everyone in the six-person action team. It is you who control them to kill each other!"
Edmon's voice became colder and colder.
But upon hearing such words, Chuck smiled.
He didn't deny it.
Faced with the facts, he had no need to deny it.
But there was one thing he still doubted.
"Why not 'exception' control?"
he asked.
"Because my feelings didn't tell me that something 'abnormal' was happening."
Edmon answered.
"Feel?"
"What a ridiculous reason."
Chuck sneered at Edmund's answer.
How is it possible for people to form a precognitive intuition about ‘abnormalities’?
Could it be that fear is used to form a muscle reaction as a judgment?
How is that possible?
absurd!
After finishing speaking, Chuck turned around and walked towards his desk.
He hid more than one gun.
"Don't move."
Edmond shouted low, raised his foot and kicked Chuck on the knee.
Snap!
There was a crisp sound, and Chuck knelt down on one knee.
Then, the gun was pressed directly into the back of Chuck's head.
Edmund's crooked finger had already been tightly pressed on the trigger, and the veins on the back of his hand were clearly visible. He glared at the person in front of him, his breathing involuntarily rapid, and he... wanted to pull the trigger.
Chuck, who was kneeling on one knee, looked stunned.
This kick just now made him more surprised than when Edmund discovered his secret.
Who is Edmond?
He knows it very well.
I quit when I saw the danger, and I quit when I saw the benefits, so I relied on my meager salary. It took almost ten years to save enough for the down payment of a house. Then, faced with the pressure of repaying the loan, I still lived a life without making progress.
It's just a salted fish.
But even such a salty fish dared to kick him.
Chuck was angry.
He wanted to stand up and teach the other party a lesson.
But he didn't act rashly.
The muzzle of the gun behind his head told him that it was best not to act rashly at this time.
“Very neat.”
Chuck, who was kneeling on one knee, chuckled.
"I was also promoted to C-level from the action team."
Edmund said coldly.
"Me too, so that's why our meeting turned out like this?"
Chuck's chuckle remained unchanged, and then he continued: "I think we need to talk. Maybe I am not as upright as you, but I am also fair enough."
As he spoke, Chuck stood up.
"Above and above board?"
Such words stimulated Edmond.
He raised his foot again and kicked Chuck in the knee who had just stood up.
It’s the same leg as before.
Moreover, this time, Edmond kicked harder.
Click!
With the slight sound of bones, Chuck fell to his knees again, and the pain spread from his knees, making his whole body tremble.
How many years has it been since he was injured again?
He has never experienced anything like this since he was promoted to supervisor, and he is used to directing behind the scenes.
He is used to using his brain.
Instead of using your body.
At this time, there are no exceptions.
"I was forced too!"
"I never thought something like this would happen!"
"I swear!"
Chuck raised his voice.
He wanted to use such a voice to prove that he was really forced.
Similarly, he also hopes that someone will discover the situation here.
Only someone finds out, and he has a hundred ways to make this bastard Edmund walk around in pain.
Some of the rules of the 'shelter' are very useful.
"The cooperation with the 'Temple' too?"
Edmund almost squeezed out these words through his teeth.
Chuck's body trembled as if struck by lightning.
He knows!
He actually knows about my cooperation with the ‘Temple’?!
Subconsciously, Chuck turned his head to look at Edmund.
Because, he felt like he had never known this subordinate before.
He needs to take a good, detailed look at the other person.
It's a pity that Edmon didn't give him a chance at all, and hit Chuck hard in the face with the butt of his gun.
Snap!
Chuck fell to the ground and spit out blood mixed with his teeth, but Chuck didn't pay attention to it at all.
"Give me a chance."
Without hesitation, Chuck began to pray.
"How can I give you a chance?"
Edmund's eyes have narrowed, and the dangerous light in his eyes has reached a limit.
"I had no choice before, but now I want to be a good person. God has said that people who make mistakes can be given a chance..."
Bang!
Before the words could be finished, Edmund pulled the trigger.
The bullet lifted Chuck's head.
The supervisor's eyes widened and he died with disbelief.
To the day he died, he still didn't understand why Edmond fired.
"good."
"I am sending you to see your God now and ask Him to give you this opportunity."
Looking at Chuck's body, Edmund said this.
The sound of gunfire finally alerted the security guards at the "shelter" secret base.
They burst into the office with guns drawn.
After briefly scanning the situation in the office, the security guard, who was temporarily unable to discern the truth of the matter, subconsciously pointed his gun at Edmond.
Without any resistance, Edmon threw away the gun and was captured.
"Senior Edemon?"
Esther appeared behind the security guard.
He looked at the scene in front of him in surprise, having no idea what was happening.
"I want to have a word with Esther."
"In front of you."
Edmond gestured to the security guard, who nodded without objection.
Although Edmon might have been the murderer of the base director, these security guards were not stupid, and the picture on the monitor was enough to make them speculate.
"Ester, mobilize manpower immediately and go to the address on the screen to support Sir Jason."
"Remember to bring heavy weapons!"
After saying that, Edmund walked out consciously.
The security guards followed immediately.
Seeing Edmon's back being surrounded by security guards and leaving, Esther froze on the spot.
After a long time, Esther muttered to herself.
"Senior, where is the address on the screen...?"
…
Sweet and mellow.
Warm, non-hot chocolate always makes people feel happy.
I don’t know who said that sweets make people feel happy.
Jason has always believed this.
This sweetness spread from the taste buds will really make people forget their sorrows.
However, happiness is always short-lived.
Soon, the chocolate was gone.
No, to be precise, it stopped.
A strange noise began to appear in the chocolate fountain.
It seemed like countless tiny things were crawling.
And Jason?
He didn't open his mouth.
The smell of 'food' was always filling the tip of his nose.
now?
No exception!
Even more intense.
His mouth secreted saliva involuntarily.
The saliva gathered into streams of thick liquid, which naturally dripped onto the chocolate fountain, and naturally wrapped the spout at the top of the chocolate.
Jason's saliva flowed down slowly.
Those countless tiny things that were about to approach came into contact with such saliva for the first time.
Then, they all stiffened up.
A fear originating from genes and deep in the soul emerged.
The huge black figure opened its bloody mouth and let out a unique roar.
Hungry!
Without hesitation, these tiny things turned around and ran away.
But Jason's saliva made it difficult for them to move.
The sticky feeling is like glue.
But what's even more terrifying is the suction that comes with it.
After smelling the stronger smell of food in the chocolate fountain, Jason not only secreted more saliva, but also subconsciously took a sip.
Suddenly, the sweet feeling appeared again.
As soon as you chew it, you feel like eating sweet sesame seeds.
More importantly, there are enough sweet sesame seeds.
One puff.
Suck again.
Crunchy.
Jason's eyes became brighter and brighter, and the chocolate fountain in front of him seemed to be an inexhaustible treasure trove.
After the chocolate comes sweet sesame.
What about after Sweet Sesame?
What will it be?
Encountering such an 'abnormality' is really...
Crunch, crunch!
Just when Jason was about to give this chocolate fountain a 'so good' rating.
The chocolate fountain began to make strange noises.
A twisted feeling appeared on the chocolate fountain.
It was as if a pair of invisible hands were crushing it.
Moreover, the chocolate fountain, which was as clean as new, began to decay.
After just a few breaths, the entire chocolate fountain turned into a rusty 'discus', and the aroma of 'food' in it completely disappeared.
Jason stared blankly at the chocolate fountain in front of him.
His just-raised expectations were dashed.
Jason was stunned for two or three seconds before he came back to his senses.
"Trash slightly stronger than 'Kitchen'!"
Jason cursed under his breath.
Then, he looked outside the door.
There were footsteps on the iron stairs, and there was a sound similar to prayer——
