Like jackals and vultures who have smelled the rotten smell, the people gathered together, hiding in the dark, staring at No. 19 with eager eyes.
They were waiting for the results of the previous three people's tests.
If those three people succeed, they will rush forward and share the harvest.
Three people will take up a fair share of the harvest.
This is the rule of the city that never sleeps.
Of course, rules are broken, and this is also a famous saying in the city that never sleeps.
As for when to break, it depends on what the harvest is.
What if it fails?
They continued to lurk, staring at No. 19, looking for the next opportunity.
In District 26 of the city that never sleeps, you need to be patient if you want to gain something.
So, everyone here saw the next scene——
Under the illumination of the flames, a tall man wearing a hockey mask, holding a broad-bladed short-handled machete in one hand, and pulling the leg of the leader of the three before him with the other hand, walked out of the bush step by step.
The gurgling blood was enough to show the other party's state of death.
With the dragging, blood poured onto the dilapidated road, flowing along the cracked lines, making the color inside darker.
boom!
The body was thrown into the still-burning car wreckage, and the fire, which had already diminished, became strong again.
The foul-smelling grease brought up layers of thick smoke and rolled up into the sky over the city that never sleeps.
When the peepers smelled such a stench, their expressions changed.
Then, they watched Jason turn around and push open the door, take out the other two corpses and throw them in.
The flames became more and more fierce.
The flames shot up to half a person's height.
Jason just stood there, holding his trophy in his left hand. After scanning the surroundings with his eyes hidden behind the mask, he raised his right hand, clenched his fist, gave a thumbs up, and slowly passed it across his throat.
Then, he turned around and returned to No. 19.
The door was slammed shut.
The expressions of the peepers hiding around changed again.
After a while, some simply retreated.
They are just here to take advantage of the situation, not to fight for their lives.
The guy wearing the hockey mask is not easy to mess with at first glance, and they don't want to lose their lives.
Some of the rest?
Very unwilling.
They decided to wait and see.
Some retreated and some stayed.
Outside No. 19 Tell Street, after a brief sound, it fell into silence again, with only the sound of burning flames remaining.
Jason, who returned to the room, knew exactly what the guys outside would do.
He knew that he would not be disturbed again for a while.
Want to be completely undisturbed?
For the guys in the city that never sleeps, a simple threat is not enough.
Jason began to set up those steel nail traps again.
Then he began to tour the entire 19 Tell Street.
He will definitely stay here for the next period of time.
Safety of course comes first.
Going up the dilapidated stairs, the second floor of 19 Tell Street immediately comes into view.
It's as dilapidated as the first floor.
Loose floors, tattered, unusable furniture.
In particular, the stairwell leading to the third floor has become a large, bright opening that can be entered and exited by others.
There are also the original windows on the first and second floors. The original glass has long been shattered, and now they are just simple windows nailed with wooden boards, and the wind blows in through them.
There was also a huge gap where the two people had climbed in before.
After a visual inspection, Jason used local materials to re-seal the two windows with wooden floors and steel nails for traps.
Jason blocked the stairwell leading to the third floor with the remaining broken furniture from the second floor and many uprooted wooden floors.
After Jason's renovation, the second floor almost no longer exists, but the whole house gives people a certain sense of security.
After scanning the area with his eyes and confirming that nothing was missing except for the two specially left points, Jason returned to the basement and began to count the loot just now.
The most valuable one is naturally the submachine gun: Mark M1, with an ammunition capacity of 32 rounds and an effective range of 100 meters. Its unique features are the steel folding stock, front grip, and magazine inserted horizontally from the right side.
It can be regarded as one of the specialty guns of the city that never sleeps.
Same as mf92 pistol.
The remaining two pistols, one is mf92 type, and the other is a homemade single-shot pistol, which needs to be loaded every time it is fired, and the workmanship is rough and looks very unreliable.
However, Jason still placed it on the crate.
He won't use it himself, but he can exchange it for some daily necessities.
Of course, that would be at least after leaving Area 26.
Then the remaining loot is a full magazine of Mark M1X1, MF92 half-magazine bullets, and...a K2 grenade.
The K2 grenade can be regarded as an unexpected surprise.
For Jason, who suffered from severe firepower deficiency, he put the K2 grenade directly into his pocket without any hesitation.
Then, Jason picked up the final reward: chewing gum.
This was also found in the leader.
The green packaging is in good condition and the mint smell is clearly audible.
On the bottom side of the package, there is a big number 15 written on it.
This chewing gum comes from District 15.
In fact, most of the daily necessities that Jason came into contact with came from District 15, and a small amount came from District 14.
The latter were basically high-end goods, and he had only seen them in the old man's office.
For example: cigar.
"District 26 also has the supply channels of District 15?"
Jason was stunned for a moment and then realized what he was doing.
Even if District 26 does not have the supply channels of District 15, according to the old man’s approach, those ‘big guys’ in District 16 will build a supply channel for District 16 to District 26.
It's just that the selling price will be a little higher.
And this has nothing to do with him for the time being.
Because the canned and bottled water stored here is enough for him to live for two weeks.
If you eat sparingly, three to four weeks is not impossible.
"That is to say, according to the idea of the 'big man', this plan will last at least two weeks."
Jason thought silently.
This is good news for Jason.
He still has at least two weeks as a buffer.
Two weeks may not be long for others.
But for Jason, it was enough.
He gently stroked the cover of the black notebook.
"Since there are monsters like 'Swagnu's Touch' here, there are naturally other foods that can replenish my satiety."
"The only thing you need to worry about is how to find food, and..."
"No unusual or strange behavior is allowed."
Thinking of this, Jason frowned.
Because this is not a simple matter.
Whether looking for food or maintaining a normal, unblinking state.
After all, he knew nothing about the 'mysterious side' of the city that never sleeps.
Of course it is impossible to do nothing.
There's no way food will be delivered to your door if you just wait here.
Just when Jason should be thinking about how to find food——
