The Demon’s Menu

Sweetness spread in his mouth, and Jason sucked harder and harder.

Squeak, squeak!

In the bitter sound, Jason sucking hard, the sharp teeth unconsciously left a mark on the steel.

After five seconds, Jason let go of his mouth.

The text in front of me suddenly jumped out.

[Eating distorted animated clown! 】

[Excessive physical and energy recovery! 】

【Fatness +22】

【Fatness: 104】

...

"104 points fullness, 34.6 lives."

Jason, who has 30+ lives again, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. The long-lost sense of security is back again.

This made Jason's mouth chubby with a smile.

In this copy world where the mainline mission survives for 30 days, what better card is there than one more life?

There are naturally 30 lives!

At least, this will allow Jason to have more working capital.

No matter which organization is responsive, there are still some weird ‘food’.

Of course, ‘food’ has become strange, but the taste is still very good.

While recalling the sweetness, Jason took out his dagger and began to scratch his unconscious teeth marks.

Although the fullness is quite sufficient at this moment, it does not mean that Jason will be arrogant to ignore any clues left by him.

Undead is his biggest hole card.

Fullness is his biggest secret.

The two seem to be unrelated.

But there is always no shortage of smart people in the world.

Jason cannot guarantee that no one will link the two together.

No one had thought this before, nor does it mean that no one in this copy world thought so.

Therefore, he must do the corresponding cover-up.

The best way to hide a leaf is to put it in the forest.

Hide the ‘trace of battle’?

Naturally use new battle traces to cover up!

The dagger scraped smoothly, and more marks appeared around the tooth marks. Then Jason raised his hand and held this section of steel in the signal tower.

next moment

call!

The flame ignited.

Flames wrapped around Jason's right hand.

The flame above the bullet level burned such marks slowly and firmly.

More than ten seconds later, this piece of steel has already turned red.

Jason let go and turned to look downstairs.

The familiar black muscle car has appeared in the field of vision.

There is no doubt that soon, the entire TV station will be surrounded by the previous soldiers.

"Faster than expected!"

Jason commented like this, and turned to the other side, where there was a drain.

Along the drain, Jason went down like a flexible monkey. When the organized soldier got out of the car, he had already fallen on his feet.

Without any hesitation, Jason hurried away along the shadow of the TV's backstreet.

He didn't want to meet this organization.

I didn't want to.

Now I don't want to.

Previously it was the adherence of biological instinct to freedom.

right now?

Then there is one more reason that Jason thinks is even more irresistible: hunting ‘food’.

That ‘twisted animated clown’ is enough to tell Jason how delicious food is filled with the city and the world.

As long as he finds the right way, he can taste all kinds of delicious food.

Is there anything more exciting to Jason than this?

Naturally ...

There should also be similar ‘food’ in that organization.

For this, Jason is quite certain.

Judging from the quick response of that organization, the other party is definitely not facing this situation for the first time.

Since this is not the first time, I have many times of experience.

Then, in so many actions, there will naturally be success.

Even if there is only one out of ten times, it will be a terrible number for a long time.

Jason wanted to rush in for a big meal.

The hunger in his body urged him constantly.

But he restrained and endured.

He knew this was not the time!

At least until he becomes stronger, it is unrealistic to face a team of heavily armed soldiers with aircraft and artillery.

The brash action will only make him dead.

"Patience will make‘ food ’even more delicious!"

Jason recalled this sentence.

Then, as he was about to walk out of the alley, he glanced back at the soldiers.

"I will deposit my" food "with you first."

"As a" refrigerator ", you must keep them safe!"

After whispering to himself, Jason left without looking back.

As the "refrigerator" organization in Jason's mouth, they didn't even notice Jason in the back lane of the TV station. They were completely entangled by the crazy children in front of them.

These supposedly lovely children are crazy at the moment.

They attacked the members of the organization with a sharp knife.

"Don't shoot!"

"subdue!"

"subdue!"

Aide Demon shouted loudly with a grenade gun.

As a senior C-level member of the organization, Ed Demon cherishes the fact that he is too aware of the handling methods of these action players.

Killing is the most direct choice for these action players.

When you ca n’t kill you, think about the rest. It ’s the way these action players behave.

Attmund has no blame for such choices and behavior.

Because, he knew what caused the action team members to make such a choice.

Strange, terrible containment.

The high number of casualties.

Every action, someone will die.

Every accident has a large area of ​​death.

Anyone staying in such an environment without madness is enough to prove their own excellence and nerve tenacity.

For example: him!

He is an excellent person.

Although the action failed a lot, he relied on his own caution to survive.

Moreover, became a C-level member.

Although it can't be compared with the B-level members, but compared to the poor D-level, Attmund is much more relieved.

At least, he will not be destroyed by humanity.

At least, he is not a consumable.

At least, he does n’t need monthly assessments.

At least, he will not execute at the end of the month.

This made him grateful and acted positively.

boom!

With a butt, he knocked down a madman who rushed in front of him, and Ed Demon hurried forward.

For this ‘twisted animation clown’, they have noticed and have arranged containment measures: a power outage throughout the city, and then, the signal tower is cut off.

It was originally going to be carried out today.

But the appearance of 'Mask Man' broke the plan.

Not only did their layout appear to be flawed, but the ability of the 'mask man' seemed to be stronger than the rumor.

"The data must be collected again!"

With this thought, Attmund rushed into the TV station.

In the hall, people have begun to wake up one after another.

Attmund did not pay attention to these people who would naturally be counseled by a psychologist, and his eyes were fixed on the huge screen.

This screen has long gone out.

However, due deserving vigilance, Edmund was not lacking.

And the most direct way

boom!

Attmund shot directly and smashed the big screen.

The gunshots made people around scream again.

This is normal, just startled.

Attmund didn't pay attention to these normal people. His eyes turned to a thin, spectacled man with glasses.

He noticed that while everyone around was screaming, although the other party was screaming too, it was obviously a few beats slower, and, at this time, he looked left and right.

something wrong!

Attmund immediately beckoned, and immediately the three action players surrounded the newly awakened Bob.

"That's not my business!"

"I was coerced too!"

"Everything is the fault of that weirdo!"

When he was pointed at by a member of the action team, Bob burst into tears.

wack?

Coercion?

Attmund's eyes lit up.

He felt like he had caught a big fish.

"Stay down and interrogate!"

Attmund ordered.

Then he took the action team to the top floor again.

Aide Demon was careful along the way.

But until the top floor, nothing happened.

Similarly, the top floor is quiet.

Except for the steel beneath the signal tower, there are obvious signs of burning.

Attmund approached cautiously, and he had already felt the burning sensation when he had not actually touched the steel.

"Be burned?"

"Is it an accident? Or ..."

"fighting?"

Attmund murmured to himself, raising his head to look at the signal tower in front of him.

"Check thoroughly!"

Attmund ordered.

As for the next?

It doesn't matter what he does.

More professional staff will take over.

And he?

Naturally, it is a short and beautiful holiday.

This is the welfare that C-level personnel have after going out on duty, and it is also the one he would like to see most.

Staying in that dark underground base every day, he would have to go crazy if he did n’t come out to breathe.

Best to have another glass of gin and cashew nuts!

Aide Demon thought this way, his heart could not help jumping.

But at this time

"Call! C-Class personnel, Attmund!"

"Call! C and the staff, Attmund!"

"Leave the TV station immediately!"

"disperse the crowd!"

"The safe range is 5 kilometers away!"

"Repeat ..."

The words coming from the intercom on the shoulder made Ettmund's face change. Although he didn't know what happened, he immediately shouted to the surrounding team members: "Evacuate the crowd, retreat! Retreat!"

The members of the well-trained action team started the retreat methodically.

The people around have experienced the panic just now, and naturally there will be no objection to such a retreat.

Soon, a martial law zone with a radius of 5 kilometers appeared.

There is no one in this martial law area.

Do not!

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Jason!

At the moment, he was walking in an underground corridor.

To avoid the probes that appeared on the street, he had to enter the seemingly abandoned underground corridor around the corner of the street.

However, beyond Jason's expectations, this seemingly abandoned corridor has very clean walls, showing a white color, and after walking about 20 meters, a 2 meter high with brass handle appeared Door.

Looking at this weird door, Jason frowned.

Subconsciously, Jason shook his nose.

then……

He raised his hand without hesitation and pushed to the door in front of him.

Squeak!

The door opened.