Listening to Jason's sworn words, if you don't look at Jason wearing a hockey mask and holding a broad-bladed short-handled machete at this moment, it is really quite convincing.
But when Brian stood in front of Jason, looking directly at Jason wearing a hockey mask and holding a wide-bladed short-handled machete, coupled with his tall and strong figure, the center
My father felt that the Jason in front of him no longer looked like an ordinary pervert or serial killer.
But...
Perverted murderer!
He is the kind of perverted murderer who has no goals, no commonality, and just wants to kill. He is just like an ordinary person eating and drinking. As long as he comes into contact, no one will survive!
Subconsciously, Brian took a step back again.
Jason, wearing a mask, put too much pressure on him.
He swore that in his working life, the most terrifying opponents he had ever encountered were not as stressful as the Jason in front of him.
"Mere description?"
Brian said unconsciously, his hands already on his lower back.
He should be ready to draw his gun at any time.
At least he could protect himself when Jason swung the knife at him.
"certainly!"
"I'm a realistic writer!"
"As we all know, as a realistic writer like me, it is reasonable to wear a mask and a machete. Whenever it is quiet at night, I like to put myself into the corresponding characters to find inspiration... Is there anything wrong with this?
?”
Jason asked naturally.
Faced with such a rhetorical question, Brian felt a burst of energy in his chest and abdomen that was about to burst out.
Realistic writer?
Looking for inspiration?
This kind of mask that makes him feel cold when he looks at it, and the machete that can smell the unique residual smell of blood when standing here, are they just props for you, a realistic writer, to find inspiration?
What a bluff!
wrong!
I don’t believe in ghosts either!
You look like this, even the devils will shy away from you when they see you.
Thinking in his heart, Brian began to retreat towards the door of the corridor.
He is leaving.
He can't stay here any longer.
He wants to save his daughter.
As for Jason’s ‘hobbies’?
For the sake of his daughter's safety, he was prepared to pretend he didn't see it.
"Nice to meet you, Jason."
"But, I have to leave."
After retreating to the corridor, Brian said this.
"Together."
Jason said.
Brian should be going to save his daughter.
And him?
Of course it's hunting.
The delicious taste of 'food' has already made him impatient.
Especially when he thought of him sitting quietly at the dining table after dark, tasting the 'food', Jason's eyes became more excited.
You know, when you taste "food" in the dead of night, the taste of "food" will be even more delicious, including but not limited to instant noodles, barbecue, milk tea, spicy crayfish, hot pot, etc.
Saliva began to be secreted involuntarily, and Jason couldn't help but start swallowing.
Gudong.
The sound is very clear.
Then here comes the problem.
What would you do when a man nearly 2 meters tall, extremely muscular, wearing a hockey mask on his face, and holding a broad-bladed short-handled machete in front of you swallows saliva at you?
How others did it, Brian didn't know.
However, Brian quickly drew his gun.
The muzzle of the gun came down, not directly pointing at Jason, but his attitude said it all.
You murderer, stop and don't come here!
Come here again and I'll shoot!
Brian's whole body exuded such aura.
And Jason?
"We have the same goal!"
Jason said with certainty.
"Thanks."
After Brian thanked him very sincerely, he opened the door directly.
Throughout the whole process, he kept holding the gun with one hand and opening the door with one hand, while facing Jason.
After the door opened, Brian walked out without stopping.
Then, raise your hand to close the door and roll to one side.
A wooden door, Brian could be sure that Jason could just break it open if he wanted to. He would not leave his safety in the hands of a man who looked extremely dangerous.
Therefore, after a standard dodge move, Brian jumped over the railing of the stairs and jumped down.
The door opened again.
Jason walked out. He stood in the shadows and looked at Brian who was walking away. He not only shook his head.
With such movements, the hockey mask loomed, giving off an indescribable feeling of ferocity and terror.
But Jason had no idea.
He thinks this is normal.
He likes the freedom and comfort of wearing a mask.
For Brian's rejection?
Jason didn't take it seriously at all. Since the other party refused, he certainly wouldn't force it.
After all, he is more accustomed to acting alone.
The invitation just now was just a polite and compensatory inquiry after seeing the information provided by Brian.
He, Jason, doesn't take advantage of people for no reason.
But if the other party refuses, then it's not his problem.
call!
Thinking of this, Jason took a deep breath, then spit it out heavily, and a faint voice sounded from behind the mask——
"The world is filthy again!"
The next moment, this tall, strong figure was completely hidden in the afterglow of the evening.
…
In the stretched car, Ahmaud sat there calmly, with one hand on the armrest of the chair and a glass of red wine in the other.
Ahmaud gently pinched the glass column at the bottom of the cup with his fingers. As his wrist shook slightly, the aroma of the wine was unconsciously released.
It has both sweet and light fruity aroma.
The smell of alcohol is looming.
Ahmaud sniffed and frowned.
What he likes is strong wine, the kind of strong wine that is hot after one sip.
Then, drink half the bottle in one go.
However, he must maintain his identity now.
He is now the kind of gangster who hangs out on the streets, and he needs to be stylish.
At least, let outsiders look like he has style.
This is what a big man should be like, isn't it?
Therefore, even when he is alone, he must keep himself in this style.
Because this is what he has always dreamed of.
Even if he didn't feel very good in his heart, he was happy with it.
Jingle bells.
The phone rang.
Ahmaud glanced at the series of hidden numbers above and picked up the phone directly.
"I've done what you said."
Ahmaud said in a deep voice, there was no temptation.
His phone has been modified, and most of the numbers cannot be displayed*. Although there have been similar situations before, he has dealt with them. Now, the only one who can display similar numbers is the crazy imitator.
.
"Well, I saw it."
"You did a great job."
The voice changed by the voice changer rang out from the receiver. The other party's tone was similar to that of a superior instructing a subordinate. Ahmaud's hand holding the receiver tightened unconsciously.
However, there was no trace of dissatisfaction in Ahmaud's voice.
"Can you give those things back to me now?"
Ahmaud asked.
"certainly."
"You completed our deal."
"I will return these account books and videos to you as agreed."
"Wish us a happy cooperation."
"You can send someone now, but..."
"Aren't you willing to continue working with me?"
The other party lengthened his tone, and even in the changed voice, there was a hint of playfulness.
"I don't want to!"
Ahmaud refused without hesitation.
He won't be attracted by such little tricks.
How childish.
"What a pity. I originally wanted to tell you some news about Speaker Dodd, but it's a pity..."
"etc!"
"Dodd? Are you talking about the Dodd I know?"
Ahmaud, who was indifferent just a moment ago, sat up straight.
"Otherwise, would there be a second Dodd in 'Cherry City'?"
The other party asked back.
But this time, Ahmaud spoke simply.
"Let's talk about the next cooperation."
Ahmaud naturally knew that this imitator had evil intentions.
However, the 'bait' thrown by the other party was really delicious.
It smelled so good that he had to face it.
Dodd, the speaker of Cherry City, is a real big shot and the person who has been blocking his entry into the parliament.
Of course, this is not because Dodd is so upright.
The other party's filthiness is almost the same as his.
The reason for stopping it was simply because the person he supported was Dodd's biggest competitor.
Everyone in the parliament knows that the next speaker will be chosen between the person he supports and Dodd, and now Dodd has a considerable advantage.
If some 'accident' happened and wiped out this advantage... that would be great.
"What do you want from me?"
"Just like in the book, continue to introduce the client to Jason?"
Ahmaud asked.
"Well, just like in the book, please continue to introduce clients to Mr. Jason. When you make Mr. Jason famous and gain a certain amount of wealth, I will complete the transaction."
"Please remember not to encourage others to make things happen or to make your own decisions."
"What I want is exactly the same as in the book."
The changed voice said.
The other party paused here, and then spoke again.
"Of course, if you follow me next time, our transaction will be cancelled!"
After the other party finished speaking, he hung up the phone directly.
Toot, toot!
An electronic sound came from the receiver. Ahmaud hung up the phone and looked at a device connected to the phone with a gloomy expression. He was not sure how the other party knew that he had installed a tracker, just as he was not sure how the other party knew that he had installed a tracker.
How do you know some of Dodd's "handles"?
You know, he tried his best to find an excuse for Dodd.
But found nothing!
Could it be that you are cheating on me?
Ahmaud thought, but shook his head the next moment.
Probably not!
Since the other party can find an excuse for me, it is natural for them to find an excuse for Dodd.
I can't find it, just because Dodd is wary of me and people related to me.
But when an outsider comes, it will naturally be much easier to handle.
Ahmaud made excuses for himself.
People always think from a perspective that is beneficial to themselves and look at the good aspects.
Even if there are some problems, if you see them, you will turn a blind eye.
Because, this is... greed.
Exchanging high benefits at a very small cost can really make people forget about themselves.
Ahmaud is no exception.
In fact, he is extremely greedy.
"This guy cares about immersing himself in his own world, so Jason has become an indispensable part. If I have Jason in my hands..."
As if he thought of something, Ahmaud's face became colder and colder.
And at this moment——
Jingle bell bell!
The phone rang again.
This time the number displayed was his subordinate.
Moreover, he is still a close subordinate.
Therefore, Ahmaud directly picked up the phone without hesitation.
"What's up?"
Ahmaud asked simply. He knew that this confidant would not call him if nothing happened.
"Someone attacked our base!"
Bang, bang bang!
As he spoke, bursts of gunshots rang out around him. The moment Ahmaud heard the gunshots, his heart tightened.
You know, it is not only his secret base but also one of his important sources of income.
If something unexpected happens, he will suffer an unbearable burden.
"Who is it?"
"Who attacked?"
Ahmaud growled, and his face became ferocious as he growled.
"yes……"
Bang!
There was another gunshot, different from the one around me before, this time it was right next to my ears.
The words stopped abruptly.
"What is it?"
"Say it quickly!"
Ahmaud heard the gunfire, but he still hoped that his men would have more vitality and tell him the most important clues. Unfortunately, he could only hear the gasping sounds in the receiver. That was the blood foam choking the trachea.
Here, I wanted to speak, but was choked and completely out of breath.
Everyone is in this state when they are about to die.
Ahmaud knew that this man was finished.
More importantly, he will suffer unimaginable losses.
"No matter who you are!"
"You're dead!"
Ahmaud threatened.
"Me too!"
"No matter who you are, I will definitely kill you with my own hands, because you have done the most unforgivable thing. I will use the methods I have learned in my long career to become your nightmare."
"I will find you one by one."
"Then, kill you one by one."
After saying that, Brian, who was in a secret base somewhere in Ahmaud, threw down the phone in his hand.
Snap!
The microphone collided with the base phone and made a crisp sound.
The sound echoed in the empty room, and the corpses on the ground were stained with white powder. Soon, the white powder was soaked, turned into bright red, and stuck to the corpses.
Brian didn't even look at the makers.
It is not a pity for them to die.
only……
Where is your daughter?
This was the most secret place for Ahmaud that he could find.
Brian, who was thinking, took out the bomb he had prepared long ago from his schoolbag, placed it gently on the table, turned around and walked out.
After walking out of the door, Brian directly pressed the button.
boom!
Flames shot into the sky, and Brian walked in one direction without looking back.
That's the direction of Ahmaud's residence.
This father can't wait any longer.
He is ready to meet the other party.
Then, have a good talk
On the other side of Cherry City, John shot the man in front of him.
This is an 'agent', not what he is looking for.
However, he has not lost his clue.
He had just tortured to find out whose subordinate this broker was.
In fact, at the beginning, the other party directly threatened him with his boss.
Ahmaud!
Big shot in Cherry City!
John knew each other.
Therefore, in order to confirm, he tortured the 'agent' and confirmed what the other person said.
Since the 'agent' doesn't know who is behind the scenes, then the 'agent's' boss must know.
Thinking of this, John headed towards Ahmaud's residence without stopping.
As Ahmaud was sitting in the car returning to his residence, he always felt frightened. Not only was one of his secret bases destroyed, but something even more terrifying seemed to be about to happen.
no!
I can't sit still and wait for death!
I need to recruit people!
Thinking of this, Ahmaud raised his hand to pick up the phone, but before he picked up the phone, the phone rang.
Jingle bell bell!
The sudden call made Ahmaud's hands tremble in fright.
He was stunned for a moment before picking up the phone.
