The sudden sound of gunfire interrupted the young man with a mustache.
He lowered his head and looked at his chest that had been pierced by bullets. The blood had already dyed his clothes red and was still smearing. Out of instinct, he turned his head, wanting to see who had fired the gun.
Dyeing red, he saw John.
John, who was wearing a black suit and white shirt, was holding a gun and pointing it at his forehead.
"wait……"
Bang!
Another shot.
However, this shot was aimed at the forehead.
The bullet penetrated between the eyebrows, and the young man with a mustache fell to the ground directly.
And the gunfire didn't stop.
Bang bang bang!
With three quick shots, the three accomplices, thin and strong, wearing knitted hats, lost their mobility.
Then?
Bang, bang!
Two more shots were fired, and the two thin men in knitted hats were shot in the eyebrows and fell to the ground.
Only the strong man was left.
"Don't, don't kill me!"
"We are just hired!"
"We are just hired!"
The muscular man emphasized.
"Who hired you?"
Jason asked.
"have no idea."
"He will call us when he has something to do, and then we will get paid when we complete the task..."
The muscular man shook his head and pointed at a mobile phone on the table. Then, he saw John raise the gun in his hand.
Suddenly, the man struggled and shouted loudly.
"Don't kill me, I didn't kill your dog!"
"It's just a...!"
Bang!
John simply pulled the trigger.
It’s still between the eyebrows.
"She's not just a dog, she's everything to me!"
John said coldly, and then fired four more shots at the four corpses on the ground.
After confirming that these four people were extremely dead, he picked up the mobile phone on the table, opened the received calls, and looked at the number marked with ********, but John did not dial it.
He sat on the sofa and waited quietly.
He believed that the other party would come back.
As long as the other party wants to continue to reproduce "Cross Street Stalker", they will definitely call.
In fact, the opponent came over faster than John expected.
Just ten minutes later——
Jingle bell bell!
The cell phone rang.
After John connected a palm-sized machine to his mobile phone, he connected the call.
"asshole!"
"What do you do for food?"
"I just asked you to dispose of the body and put the dog there! Put it there! Not kill it!"
As soon as I picked up the phone, a roar came from the receiver.
It was a very angry roar.
"Um."
John didn't really speak, he just responded vaguely.
"I'm telling you!"
"You have no chance!"
"I'll look for new people!"
"Not you disobedient pieces of shit!"
After the voice on the other end finished speaking, he hung up the phone.
However, this is enough for John.
He looked at the data coming from the machine in his hand, and after a few simple operations, he confirmed where he should go next.
John got up and walked outside.
Jason had just returned to the vicinity of Apartment 3a at this time.
Compared with John's driving speed, the speed of the police officer driving was really too slow.
Moreover, the other party seemed to have deliberately slowed down.
There is no doubt that this should be the arrangement of the police chief.
"You guessed that the murderer wanted to recreate "Cross Street Stalker", so he 'controlled' me as the protagonist and slowed me down, thereby containing the 'killer' and gaining more time and initiative?"
Jason thought silently.
Since he can guess it, David can naturally guess it too.
Jason never doubted a Sheriff's intelligence.
After all, someone who can become a front-line police sergeant who is personally present at the scene cannot be a loser.
And what the other party did?
Jason agreed.
There is no doubt that the current 'killer' has inserted himself into it, and he has become the 'protagonist' in his own book. The two need to interact constantly to advance the plot of the entire book.
Once one of them fails to keep up, the interaction will naturally stop.
only……
Will the other party stop the interaction so easily?
Even if he stops 'passively'.
Will the other party have other arrangements?
There will definitely be one!
Since the other party is already planning to recreate "Cross Street Stalker", they will naturally consider all aspects and not be 'held back' like this.
So, what will it be?
"parking!"
Jason, who was thinking, suddenly spoke.
squeak!
With the friction between the tires and the ground, the car stopped steadily on the side of the road.
The police officer driving the car looked at Jason suspiciously.
Jason pointed out the window.
There is a fast food stall there.
Although he was thinking, Jason's eyes would not miss the 'goal' he had already set, especially when this 'goal' was related to food.
"You want a hot dog?"
The police officer was stunned for a moment, looking unresponsive.
"Of course."
"In addition to that attracting me, is there anything else possible?"
Jason said as he opened the door and got out of the car.
The police officer subconsciously wanted to stop him and raised his hands before he came to his senses. He was just sending Jason back, not escorting him.
Jason is not a criminal.
This is true.
Immediately, the police officer swallowed back the words that came to his lips.
Jason ignored the police officer behind him. He was attracted by the smell of grilled hot dogs, sandwiches, orange juice, and fat house water.
"What do you need?"
"Hot dog? Sandwich? Or fat water or orange juice?"
A fat boss with a three-chin propped up the countertop and pointed at the price list next to him.
The price list is in the style of a small light box, and the lights are not turned on in the afternoon.
Grilled hot dogs: 2.5.
Sandwich:3.0.
Fat house water:2.0.
Orange juice:2.0.
…
There are only four items in total, and the prices are clear.
"Ten hot dogs, ten sandwiches, five fatties, and orange juice."
"Faizhai water and ice."
Jason reported the portion size of afternoon tea based on his own food intake, and emphasized it specifically.
The fat boss glanced at the police car across the street, a look of surprise appeared on his face.
"Are you going to keep a close eye on me?"
"Is that why you buy enough food for two people for a whole day?"
"Don't worry, leave it to me."
"Bob is a partner in justice."
As the fat boss said this, he walked to the stove nearby and started working.
Jason had no intention of explaining.
At this moment, he only cares about food.
After a while, when the food was ready, the fat boss handed it to Jason.
"75 yuan."
“Thanks for your patronage.”
The fat boss said.
Jason took out his wallet, carefully counted out 75 yuan and handed it to the other party, then turned and walked towards the police car.
"come on!"
The fat boss made a cheering gesture behind Jason.
"Um."
"After closing the stall in the evening, watch the news."
Jason said as he walked without stopping for a moment.
"What?"
The fat boss asked doubtfully, but this time, Jason did not answer, but boarded the police car.
"Are you going to retreat to write?"
The police officer looked at Jason carrying a lot of food and couldn't help but ask.
“Normal afternoon tea.”
Jason answered, and then directly took out a hot dog.
This is a corn dog.
It is a hot dog coated in corn syrup and deep-fried. It has both a meaty flavor and the sweetness of corn. The fat boss also added some chocolate. When you bite it, the slightly thick cocoa flavor and the sweetness of corn go straight to your taste buds.
, but when the teeth touched the ham meat, there was a trace of elasticity, and then, snap, the casing tore, and the meat juice burst out directly in the mouth.
It is not purely pork sausage, but mainly chicken, with some fish added.
It tastes delicious without losing texture.
good.
My expectations were not in vain.
Jason commented.
After eating a hot dog, Jason picked up a sandwich.
It's a common ham sandwich with fried eggs, cheese slices and ham slices.
However, what is different from ordinary ham sandwiches is that Fat Boss chose beer ham as the main ingredient.
As soon as the slightly salty taste blended with the cheese, there was an immediate reaction within a few seconds.
The fried eggs and soft bread slices that are fried until crispy on both sides enhance the taste of the sandwich by more than one level.
Uh-huh.
Jason ate two in a row and couldn't help but nod.
Gudong, Gudong.
belch!
He drank a glass of Feizhai water in one gulp and burped.
Need more words about fat house water?
Lying there, drinking it one mouthful at a time, when the hiccups came out, my soul seemed to be sublimated.
Orange juice is squeezed from oranges and is relatively fresh.
“You can come here a second time.”
Jason thought.
The police officer driving the car couldn't help but look at Jason through the rearview mirror.
Undoubtedly, this is the first time this police officer has seen someone eating so fast.
Although the distance was only less than 200 meters, he was still sitting in the car, but he ate a hot dog, two sandwiches, drank a glass of fat house water and a glass of orange juice. Moreover, looking at Jason's appearance, he didn't seem to stop.
mean.
Is that restaurant really so delicious?
The police officer couldn't help but guess, and he made up his mind in his heart. After sending Jason off, he would buy some to try the taste.
The car stopped again.
"Please pay attention to your safety."
"You should also be targeted."
"But please don't worry, we will protect you."
After the police officer finished speaking in a routine manner, Jason unexpectedly pointed to the car in the distance.
No more hiding?
wrong!
Not only is it no longer hidden, but it is also on display!
This is putting pressure on the ‘killer’!
Said that if you want to 'reappear', you have to break through his blockade?
Do you put all the pressure on yourself?
Jason couldn't help but think as he thought about the smile on the middle-aged police chief's face.
Undoubtedly, the other party is more reliable than imagined.
Likewise, quite cunning.
Jason is beyond ordinary people's perception, but he can clearly sense that there are eyes locked on him in the garden behind the apartment, in a room on the second floor, and next to his room on the third floor.
These eyes were full of vigilance and showed no malice.
Obviously, this is the real stalker.
That car?
Nature is bait.
"Thanks."
After Jason expressed his thanks, he carried the remaining food and walked towards the third floor.
Of course, Jason ate while walking.
But despite being inconspicuous, he controlled himself very well.
It wasn't until he entered the room that he opened his mouth——
call!
The air flow surged, and when Jason opened his mouth, it was as if a black hole had opened, and the remaining food in his hand was swept away.
"really!"
"Food should be eaten in big bites!"
Jason whispered to himself.
Then, while turning on the TV, he took out the book "Cross Street Stalker" from the bedroom and study room and started reading it again.
He always felt like he was missing something.
Time passes minute by minute.
The sun in the west began to set slowly.
At about a quarter past four, Jason raised his head and looked at the door.
A person is approaching the third floor.
The opponent's steps were neither hasty nor slow, and were extremely steady.
A few seconds later——
Boom, boom.
"Hello, is this Mr. Jason?"
After the knock on the door, a polite voice sounded.
Jason walked over and opened the door.
At the door, stood a middle-aged and elderly man in a tuxedo and white gloves.
The other party has gray hair, a pocket watch chain hanging down from his chest, and his face is polite and rigid, which is very consistent with people's image of a housekeeper.
"Hello, Mr. Jason."
"I am Mr. Ahmaud's butler."
"Mr. Ahmaud would like to see you."
"Of course, I won't let you stay away, just downstairs. Likewise, I will compensate you for wasting time... Please agree, my master and I don't have any ill intentions."
The old housekeeper said politely.
After saying that, he bowed to Jason.
Looking at the old butler who was bowing, Jason frowned.
He subconsciously thought of the protagonist in "Cross Street Stalker" who helped a husband find evidence of his wife's extramarital affair after finding the landlord's dog.
Is this husband Ahmaud?
Jason thought, and at the same time, he also understood the other party's response method.
Overwhelm others with force!
Jason didn't know who Ahmaud was, but Jason was certain that this Ahmaud was definitely rich or noble.
Needless to say, you can tell just by looking at the other party's housekeeper.
Someone who can afford such a qualified butler naturally plays an important role in Cherry City.
And such a big shot was enough to make all the arrangements made by the middle-aged police chief come to nothing.
Is this how you cope?
Really good!
Jason said something from the bottom of his heart and said to the old butler in front of him: "Okay."
“Thank you so much!”
"Please come with me."
Joy appeared on the old housekeeper's face. After bowing again and saluting, he walked straight ahead to lead the way.
Just as the old butler said, Jason would not be allowed to stay away.
In fact, the place where I met Mr. Ahmaud was downstairs.
A long, silver-white car was parked there.
Even people who don't know much about cars can feel expensive when they see this car.
Of course, that's not all.
Two black cars were parked in front and behind the silver-white extended car, and six bodyguards wearing sunglasses stood on both sides of the motorcade, with their backs to the car and faces to both sides.
Sunglasses blocked his vision, but Jason could feel the scrutiny.
As soon as he appeared, this kind of appraising gaze followed.
It's obvious that Ahmaud's bodyguard is not a showman.