The Demon’s Menu

Free shopping?

Everyone was stunned, and weirdness rose from the bottom of my heart.

Two of the six people have been to ‘Fish Bone Street’, and even can be said to be regulars.

Although the remaining four have not been here, they have heard more or less.

But the scene in front of him was so far away from the impression.

What about a good place outside of law?

What is cruel and cruel?

Said the darkness, unsightly?

How did it become mall shopping?

After Jason glanced over the middle-aged man, he subconsciously looked at the female pastry chef.

The female pastry chef even pointed to herself.

"I?"

"Yes, it's you."

"As you happen to be the 100,000th person, you have become a VIP of our" Fishbone Street "."

"You can shop and play here as much as you want."

The middle-aged man looked kind, even speaking with a hint of humility.

"For the first time, I heard that there will be such an event at" Fishbone Street. "

Griffin said.

"Because this is the first time."

The middle-aged man answered with a smile.

"Why is she, not me?"

"We almost got off together?"

Griffin asked again.

"It's the order that came to me."

The middle-aged man answered methodically.

Griffin asked what else, and Edward and Bansy stopped him one by one.

They did not forget why they came to Fishbone Street.

Not for stabs, but for ‘Ghost Squad’.

At the bottom of Jason's heart was a little vigilance.

A group of people returned to the car, and the two cars drove side by side.

The middle-aged man looked at the distant vehicle and immediately returned to the sentry box.

"Her Majesty has entered the tunnel."

"The guard follows at any time."

"And ... let those **** roll back to where they should be."

In contrast to the kindness just now, the middle-aged man who picked up the phone said coldly.

After hanging up the phone, the middle-aged man dialed out several numbers, and after the same command, he sat back in the box.

He rubbed his brow and thought.

Why did Her Majesty return suddenly?

Is it where we are not doing well?

There are still some **** ...

and many more!

Would n’t it be those bastards!

The middle-aged man who thought of something stood up again, picked up the phone and dialed a number.

"Check with me what the **** have done recently."

After talking, the middle-aged man waited patiently.

Because, he is very clear that such a query does not have any difficulty for the person across the phone.

In fact, the same is true.

About a minute later, an investigation report came from the microphone.

"Some of them offer a reward of 50,000 yuan to a woman named Giselle ..."

Click!

With a crunch, the middle-aged man shook the palm of the phone, and a crack immediately appeared on the receiver.

"Hello, what's wrong?"

"Someone rewarded the bastards."

"Should it be someone related to Giselle, or simply to force them to show up?"

There was a voice from the receiver.

"Okay, I know."

"I'll handle the bastards."

The middle-aged man answered normally.

However, at the moment of hanging up the phone, the middle-aged man fell to his knees, holding his head in his hands.

It's over!

It's over!

To be killed by that group of bastards!

No!

No!

I must save myself!

Thinking of this, the middle-aged man got up again and picked up the phone to dial.

...

Sitting in the car driven by Hannibal, Jason asked Hannibal about everything about 'Fishbone Street'.

"Fishbone Street can be regarded as a black market in ordinary people's understanding."

"But here it is much more than the black market."

"Cheating and killing are everywhere."

"Although it has its own rules, it is not a comfortable place."

Hannibal answered.

Then, the psychologist looked at the female pastry chef through the rearview mirror.

He was also curious why this scene appeared.

The female pastry chef was confused, and even Hannibal could not see anything from such a face.

A group of rice buckets!

The inexplicable voice rang in the bottom of my heart.

The female pastry chef was stunned.

Then, he shook his head.

"What's wrong, Giselle?"

Jason, who had been staring at the female pastry chef, asked.

"It's nothing."

"It just feels weird."

"These people just looked at me strangely. Is it because of ... the bounty?"

The female pastry chef shook her head and analyzed carefully.

Bounty? !

Jason was startled.

Yes!

Up to 550,000 bounty!

With such a premise, the scene just now seems to be incomprehensible.

"What bounty?"

Asked Hannibal.

Immediately, Jason explained it again.

"So it is."

Hannibal was relieved immediately.

He was worried about the unknown.

Known like this?

He is fearless.

How much he came, how much he buried, saved fertilizer money.

"Ms. Giselle, please don't leave Jason and I's sight for a while. Their so-called shopping bill is to make you forget about immersing yourself in shopping before you start."

"And, 550,000 is not their goal."

"Their greed is beyond your imagination."

"Since someone is willing to offer you a reward of 50,000 and pay 500,000 revenge for you, then there must be more."

"This is a group of **** who have to squeeze oil out of a group of stones. They will try to get more from you."

Hannibal reminded the female pastry chef.

"Thank you."

The female pastry chef thanked a little bit reluctantly.

Then, slowly approached Jason, narrowing the distance with Jason.

Then she raised her hand to touch Jason's palm.

But the moment she raised her hand, the female pastry chef's face turned red.

In the end, it could only fall on a seat that is 10 cm away from Jason.

Seeing such a scene, Hannibal could not help but withdraw his gaze.

Sure enough, I am more attentive.

but……

I seem to have forgotten something.

What could it be?

Hannibal couldn't help shaking his head and started to concentrate on driving.

The tunnel is down.

The length exceeds 10 kilometers.

Every 30 meters, there will be lights.

Jason observed everything silently.

Everything is branded in my mind.

Especially when he reached the end of the tunnel, Jason's eyes widened.

He needs to see clearly what "Fishbone Street" looks like.

then……

Scattered houses, gravel-paved roads, and parking lots on the side of the car parked neatly. At the end of the tunnel, there was a smiling waiter who guided them into the car park on the side.

In the front are several barbecue grills on which various foods are placed.

Two organists jumped around the grill while playing the piano.

Several young girls sing and dance.

In the distance, the children chased back and forth and laughed.

"This is Fishbone Street?"

"How is it the same as a resort?"

Asked the female pastry chef.

Griffin rubbed his eyes after getting off the car, and then he shouted loudly: "What's the gallows here? Why did it become a barbecue? There is also a guillotine here, how can an organist appear? Should n’t the people dancing there be solicitors? Should n’t the running children be robbers disguised as gnomes?

The guiding waiter walked over with a smile.

"Hello, sir, although you are a resident here, if you continue to say this, we will still sue you for slander."

"Yeah what?"

"Do you want me to relax my guard and give me a sap?"

"Tell you, no way."

Griffin continued to roar.

Edward and Little Bansi on the side were also stunned by the ‘Fishbone Street’ in front of them.

Then, their noses fluttered at the same time.

Dishwashing liquid!

They smelled the detergent!

Subconsciously, the two felt that their palms were once again submerged in the icy water, and the bursts of biting were unbearable.

Hannibal and Jason were thoughtful.

The female pastry chef scraped the ground with the tip of her boots.

There was a feeling of wetness on the stone road.

"The streets are all cleaned up."

"Although in a hurry, it is thorough."

"Has the whole town been mobilized?"

The female pastry chef speculated that her eyes were on the food on the grill.

"Beef, lamb, pork, chicken and fish."

"Different categories, excellent meat quality."

"But obviously it was just put up, and there are those organists and dancing girls, whose expressions are a bit stiff and observe us from time to time. As for the children in the distance, they can obviously run further, but they have been turning around and still not. Stop laughing, have you been laughing for so long, aren't you tired? "

"Everyone be careful."

"There is danger here ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The female pastry chef hid behind Jason after he finished talking.

She didn't even see the helplessness of the smiling waiter, accordionist, and dancing girls.

They do n’t want to!

But they are not professional!

Now this is the best effort!

The smiling waiter was about to explain immediately.

But at this moment, a strong, indelible malicious gaze glanced directly at Jason who was blocking the female pastry chef.

Jason who had been paying attention to the barbecue and swallowing saliva raised an eyebrow. The suppressed hunger could no longer be suppressed. It burst out in an instant. The instinct belonging to the predator began to boil. Eventually, it rose and roared .

boom!