The rhythmic knocking on the door echoed in No. 19 Tell Street, which had changed a lot and was slightly empty.
Without looking at the surveillance camera, Jason's keen sense could confirm who the visitor was through the slightly familiar footsteps.
That trader.
The trader who comes with ‘sincerity’.
Although for Jason now, the satiety brought by [Swagnu's Touch (Egg)] and [Ike's Egg] is nothing, but not long ago...
About 6 hours ago, it was a rare thing that allowed him to cope with the crisis at that time.
It can even be said to be the first pot of gold.
Of course, it tastes good too.
The low-end version of meatballs can be regarded as a rare delicacy that Jason has experienced since entering the city that never sleeps.
Now the other party has returned.
There is no doubt that we are here for the map.
Jason stood up and picked up the map from the crate nearby.
He had already memorized the route above.
I just don't know where.
Although he is a postman, his familiarity with the 'City that Never Sleeps' is still limited to areas 16, 17, and 18.
For example, he was not familiar with areas before Area 15 and after Area 25.
For example, area 26.
Before today, he had never entered.
However, even if he had been here, Jason guessed that it would be difficult for him to tell the difference.
because……
The map is most likely fake.
It's not that it's fake at first glance, but it's fake in some places.
To put it simply, there are nine truths and one falsehood.
Except for the most critical positions, everything is real.
And this is fatal.
Jason can already imagine what will happen after the trader gets this map.
The monitor from 3 Tell Street will definitely report everything.
Then, it’s time to wait.
Waiting for prey to enter the trap.
As for him?
The role of this chess piece has come to an end, so it will naturally be discarded.
And this is something Jason absolutely doesn't want to see.
It's not fear.
It's just that the time is not there.
The 'big man' and the other party's 'collaborator' would not pay too much attention to his chess piece, and would most likely send a team of gunmen to deal with the trader after he left with the map.
With his current strength, he can easily escape or kill the group of gunmen.
But, what happens after that?
The 'big shot' who has discovered that he failed and the other party's 'collaborator' will definitely not give up, and more gunmen and even extraordinary beings will follow.
He can get into extremely troublesome situations in a short time.
Wave after wave of attackers.
Day and night, one after another.
It is developing quietly in No. 19 Tell Street, and it is a pleasure to increase its strength.
And, there is another important point!
He still doesn't know who the 'big shot' and the other party's 'collaborator' are.
There is no information at all.
He cannot judge the opponent's sphere of influence.
There is no way to target the layout.
This is extremely disadvantageous.
Therefore, Jason quickly wrote a few words in the palm of his hand.
When he opened the door, a trader who looked like a 'postman' was already waiting there. Looking at the paper in Jason's hand, his expression did not change at all, but his breathing became faster.
Jason's perception was able to clearly capture this.
It looks like this map is more important than imagined!
With this inference, Jason became more confident in his next plan.
He raised his hand and handed the map to the other party.
At the same time, the palms of his hands were exposed.
It is clearly written above——
trap.
The trader who looked like a 'postman' clearly saw these two words, and then quietly moved towards the paper in Jason's hand.
But Jason raised his hand, and the trader's fingertips grazed the paper.
"not enough!"
"You don't have enough chips!"
"I need more!"
Jason said this with a greedy and evil tone in his voice.
The 'postman'-looking trader was stunned.
Then, he spoke angrily.
"You're just asking for your price!"
"You broke your promise!"
As the trader spoke, he was about to snatch the paper from Jason's hand, but a short-handled broad-bladed machete was placed on his neck. Suddenly, the trader's body froze.
"Raising prices? Breach of promise?"
"Isn't this the basic moral character of everyone in the 'City That Never Sleeps'?"
"Don't be so shy like a little girl."
"Now, go back and come back to me with enough chips."
As he spoke, Jason retracted his short-handled broad-bladed machete and kicked the trader seemingly hard in the abdomen.
Bang!
The trader held his stomach and backed away, and the door was closed immediately.
"asshole!"
"You will not die well!"
The trader who looked like a 'postman' walked aside while cursing and groaning, showing that the blow he received was not a light one.
The neighborhood jackals who had been peering around No. 19 Tell Street saw this scene clearly.
They all laughed.
Ridiculing the simplicity of traders.
Then, they all showed malicious looks.
After all, the trader who looks like a 'postman' really looks like a fat sheep.
Still very simple.
It really is the best prey.
The trader obviously noticed this. His expression changed as he clutched his belly, and then ran quickly towards an alley.
Then--
Bang bang bang!
A series of gunshots rang out in the alley.
It was sparse at first, but after just ten seconds, it became dense.
Apparently, the neighborhood jackals are in trouble.
In other words, they changed their goals.
From the fat sheep in the beginning, they became each other.
This is not surprising.
In the 'City That Never Sleeps', the hunter is often also the prey.
Behind the door, Jason listened to the movement on the street, and the corners of his mouth curled up behind the mask.
Obviously, traders who look like "postmen" are very capable of adapting to changes.
However, this is also normal.
Without this ability to adapt to changing situations, the other party would not be able to become a connector.
"I didn't get the 'map', and the plan was temporarily hindered. The 'big man' and the other party's 'collaborator' would definitely warn me about this temporary chess piece, but not too much - because I am very qualified now."
The tradition of the city that never sleeps, and I have already been in contact with that trader, if I change someone rashly, it is likely that flaws will be exposed."
"What will the warning be?"
Jason sat back on the crate again, feeling a little hopeful in his heart.
Now, he not only has to buy more time for himself, but also needs to understand the 'big man' and the other party's 'collaborator' so that he can make better plans for future actions.
The 'warning method' of the 'big man' or the other party's 'collaborator' is a breakthrough.
According to Jason's guess, these two... or to be precise, the latter will teach him a lesson and show him strength that makes him unable to resist. Only in this way will he be obedient.
Most people in the "City That Never Sleeps" are like this.
The other party will not be an exception.
Then, the other party should send a capable man down.
After all, talking through the air is too little of a threat.
Jason thought as he took out two more cans of meat.
The alcohol stove set up in the corner quickly ignited a light blue flame. The bottled water poured into the pot quickly rolled over, and the opened can was poured into it. The meat juice and water quickly merged into each other, and the meat pieces
As the juice rolls, it exudes bursts of fragrance.
"Too bad there are no potatoes."
"If there is any, put it in it and stew it until it is soft and mushy."
"Then, another bowl of rice."
"Pour the potato meat soup on top... tsk tsk."
Jason held the pot and thought while drinking the broth.
Occasionally, he would smack his lips in return.
He did it on purpose.
He knew that with those 'thin threads' like spider silk, every move he made was in the eyes of the 'collaborator of the big shot'.
He needs to show a feeling of 'I'm at the end of my rope, let's take a gamble'.
And before risking one's life, isn't it normal to consume the precious resources available and enjoy yourself?
Most of the residents in the "Sleepless City" who are fighting to stay alive look like this.
Jason has seen too much.
When you learn it, it is naturally very vivid.
"Eat and drink enough," Jason wrapped himself in a blanket and rested against the crate.
His eyes were closed and he seemed to be asleep.
However, Jason could clearly hear the sound from the second floor to the third floor - which he had previously blocked with wooden boards and furniture debris from the room.
At this moment, someone is moving these blockades bit by bit.
The opponent's movements were very light.
Even, to some extent, silently.
For ordinary people, it is really difficult to spot such an action.
However, Jason heard it clearly.
You can also judge the other party's general posture from the sound.
Jason was delighted about this.
Not only was he happy about his current strength, but he was also happy about the person coming.
It was obvious that the 'collaborator of the big shot' did not notice his change and still treated him like an ordinary 'postman'.
This really couldn't be better!
As long as the other party continues to judge like this.
He can give the other party a surprise.
And if you want the other party to continue to judge like this, you need his next performance.
After five minutes, the blockades from the second to third floors were moved open enough to allow one person to enter.
The next moment, a figure entered No. 19 Tell Street.
This figure stood deftly on the original beam on the first floor, looking down at Jason.
After realizing that Jason had no reaction, the figure jumped down with a sneer.
He didn't pounce directly on Jason.
Instead, he walked around the basement of No. 19 Tell Street, the space where Jason was, and then walked towards Jason. However, when he saw the alcohol stove and the empty cans on the ground, the other party's footsteps
Obviously a meal.
Then, there was a stronger malice in the aura.
"The 'thin line' that looks like a 'spider web' cannot see everything inside No. 19 Tell Street. It should be a vague perception and clear hearing. That's why the other party patrols the inside of the room."
"As for canned meat...it's obviously quite good for the other party."
"The 'big shot collaborator' doesn't look well off."
With his eyes closed, Jason sensed each other's every move through his hearing and analyzed it in detail.
You know, his boss, the 'old man', eats canned meat almost every day, smokes cigars, and occasionally sees red wine.
Is this ‘collaborator of a big shot’ worse than an old man?
Impossible!
Jason shook his head quickly in his heart.
Judging from the seriousness of the 'old man' when he left and the arrangement in front of him, that 'big shot' was a 'big shot' in the true sense!
How can a 'collaborator' who is a 'big shot' be bad?
Leaning against the crate, Jason began to recall everything before.
Suddenly, an idea flashed in Jason's mind.
Was this ‘collaborator of a big shot’ really a ‘collaborator of a big shot’ before?
Could he also be a chess piece?
Is it just a coincidence that the other party became a ‘collaborator’?
Subconsciously, the black notebook appeared in Jason's mind.
Extraordinary power!
The 'big shot' gave the black notebook, or used the black notebook as a bargaining chip, because the other party's 'collaborator' suddenly had extraordinary power, but was not familiar with it yet!
Because of this, the 'big shot' dared to use the obviously weird black notebook as a bargaining chip.
And the 'collaborators' who are themselves pawns of 'big shots' or just ordinary people have used their extraordinary power to establish their own power in a short period of time.
It's just because the time is too short that the foundation is slightly thin.
That's why the other party's subordinates look like they're feeling sorry for the canned meat.
Gradually, Jason figured out the general context.
Although it’s unclear who the ‘big shot’ is.
Who is that ‘collaborator’?
But after Jason took control of their relationship, some things became simpler.
You must know that the trader just now must know who the 'collaborator' is, even if it is a fake identity. From this to infer the 'big shot', there are traces to follow.
Next time the other party appears, you can ask.
Jason thought so.
The uninvited guest finally came to him.
There was no sudden attack, no harsh measures, just a gun pressed against the eyes of Jason's mask.
There is no doubt that the 'collaborator' is worried that Jason's physical abnormality will reveal flaws.
Moreover, the 'collaborator' also believed that this was enough.
In fact, any resident of the "City that Never Sleeps" will show obedience if a gun is held to their head.
Jason is no exception.
Even if it's disguised.
Jason pretended to be awakened by a foreign object touching his eyelids. When he saw the person in front of him, he made a subconscious move to touch the gun. However, as soon as the muzzle of the gun pressed against his eyelids moved, he immediately raised his hands.
"Don't shoot!"
Jason shouted with a slightly hoarse voice, looking like he had just woken up and was a little lacking.
"Hey!"
"Of course I won't shoot, you lucky bastard!"
"If it hadn't been for the boss's orders, I would have cut off your penis and stuffed it into your mouth!"
The uninvited guest sneered.
"What do you want me to do, please tell me."
Jason showed no resistance and looked cooperative.
Looking at Jason's appearance, the uninvited guest really wanted to pull the trigger. However, now that it had reached the most critical moment, it was impossible to replace him.
Of course, Jason couldn't let Jason know about such things.
Who knows what would happen if the greedy bastard in front of me knew?
Even if the uninvited guest is as greedy as Jason showed, he will naturally know what to do at this time.
"Be happy."
"The boss is not a murderous person."
"You just wait here obediently. When that idiot comes back, hand him the map in your hand."
"This is just your last chance. What if you dare to play any tricks again?"
"Believe me, next time it won't be the muzzle that kisses you, but the bullet!"
After leaving such words, the uninvited guest jumped onto the rafter and disappeared.
This is undoubtedly showing off.
It's also a threat.
Jason cooperated very well. He stared blankly at the beams and the broken seal. After four or five seconds, he suddenly stood up and kicked the empty can aside.
superior.
Clang.
The can hit the wall, spun and rolled back.
The original three-dimensional body became shriveled.
Jason seemed to have been drained of energy and sat slumped on the crate.
His fingers landed on the black notebook without leaving a trace.
