The Demon’s Menu

Listening to Jason ’s vowed words, if you do n’t look at the moment Jason is wearing an ice hockey mask and holding a broad-blade short-handed machete, it is really quite convincing.

But when Brian stood in front of Jason, he looked directly at Jason wearing a hockey mask, holding a broad-blade short-handed machete, and then matched with that tall, strong figure. His father felt that Jason was no longer like a normal pervert or serial killer.

But ...

Perverted murderer!

It is the kind of aimlessness and commonality, purely for killing, just like ordinary people eating and drinking water, as long as it encounters, no one will survive the perverted murderer!

Subconsciously, Brian took a step back again.

The masked Jason put too much pressure on him.

He swears that in his career, the most terrifying opponents he encountered did not have the pressure of Jason in front of him.

"Simple depiction?"

Brian said unconsciously, his hands were already on his lower back.

He wants to be ready to pull the gun at any time.

At least when Jason waved his sword at him, he was able to protect himself.

"of course!"

"I am a realistic writer!"

"As we all know, as a realistic writer like me, it is reasonable to wear a mask and a machete. Whenever the night is quiet, I like to substitute myself into the corresponding role, looking for inspiration ... Is there anything wrong with this? ? "

Jason asked naturally.

Faced with such rhetorical questions, Brian had a burst of energy in his chest and belly.

Realistic writer?

Looking for inspiration?

This kind of mask that he will feel cold when he looks at it. When standing here, he can smell the machete with the unique residual **** smell. Is it just a prop of your realistic writer for inspiration?

Bluff!

wrong!

Don't believe in ghosts!

Just like you, the fierce ghost sees you have to retreat.

Thinking in my heart, Brian began to retreat towards the corridor door.

He is leaving.

He can't stay here anymore.

He is going to save his daughter.

As for Jason's "hobby"?

For the sake of his daughter's safety, he was prepared to see it as if he hadn't seen it.

"Nice to meet you, Jason."

"But, I have to leave."

Retreated to the corridor, Brian said.

"together."

Jason said.

Brian is supposed to save his daughter.

And he?

Nature is hunting.

The deliciousness of ‘food’ has already made him impatient.

Especially when I thought of it, after dark, he sat quietly at the table tasting ‘food’, and there was more excitement in Jason ’s eyes.

You should know that when the food is late at night, the taste of ‘food’ will be more delicious, including but not limited to instant noodles, barbecue, milk tea, spicy crayfish, hot pot and so on.

Saliva began to secrete unconsciously, and Jason couldn't help swallowing saliva.

Gollum.

The sound is very clear.

So here comes the problem.

What would you do when a man standing in front of you nearly 2 meters tall, with a very strong figure, wearing an ice hockey mask on his face, and a broad-bladed short-handed machete swallowing saliva at you?

Brian doesn't know what other people are doing.

However, Brian quickly drew his gun.

The muzzle rushed down and did not point directly at Jason, but that attitude had already explained everything.

Don't come over if you are a murderer!

Come again, I will shoot!

Bryan exhaled this breath all over his body.

And Jason?

"We have the same goal!"

Jason said with certainty.

"Thank you."

Brian thanked him very sincerely and opened the door directly.

Throughout the process, he kept the gun in one hand and opened the door with one hand, but faced Jason's posture.

After the door opened, Brian did not stay, and retreated directly.

Then, raise your hand to directly close the door and roll to the side.

A wooden door, Brian can be sure that as long as Jason wants to, he can directly knock it open, he will not give his safety to a man who looks extremely dangerous.

Therefore, after the standard dodge action, Brian jumped over the railing of the stairs.

The door opened again.

Jason came out, and he stood in the shadow and looked at Brian away, not only shaking his head.

With this action, the ice hockey mask is looming, and there is an unspeakable gruesome and terrifying feeling.

But Jason was unconscious.

He thinks this is normal.

He likes the freedom and comfort of wearing a mask.

For Brian's rejection?

Jason didn't go to his heart at all. Since the other party refused, he certainly wouldn't force him.

After all, he is also more accustomed to acting alone.

The invitation just now was just because of the courtesy and compensation inquiry after seeing the information provided by Brian.

He, Jason, will not take advantage of people for nothing.

But the other party refused, then it was not his problem.

call!

Thinking of this, Jason took a deep breath and then spit it out heavily, a faint voice rang from behind the mask—

"The world is dirty again!"

At the next moment, this tall, strong figure was completely hidden in the afterglow of the evening.

...

In the elongated car, Emmod sat there calmly, with one hand on the armrest of the back of the chair and a glass of red wine in one hand.

Aimud's fingers squeezed the glass column at the bottom of the glass. With a slight shaking of the wrist, the fragrance in the liquor unconsciously radiated out.

It is both sweet and slightly fruity.

The smell of alcohol is looming.

Emaud sniffed, frowning.

He likes spirits, the kind of spirits that go hot in a bite.

Then, drink half a bottle at a stretch.

However, he must now maintain his identity.

He's the kind of gangster on the street, he needs to be stylish.

At least, to make the outsider look, he has style.

This is what the big guys should have, isn't it?

Therefore, even when he is a person, he should keep himself in this style.

Because this is what he has always dreamed of.

Even if he felt something wrong in his heart, he was very happy.

Jingle Bell.

The phone rang.

Aimaud glanced at the series of concealed numbers above and picked up the phone directly.

"I have done what you said."

Emmod said in a deep voice, there was no temptation.

His phone has been modified, and most of the numbers are impossible to show *. Although there have been similar situations before, he has also dealt with them. Now he can show similar numbers, only that neurotic-like imitation committed .

"Well, I saw it."

"You did a great job."

The voice changed by the voice changer rang from the earpiece, and the other party's tone similar to that of the superior instructing the subordinate made Emmod hold the hand of the earpiece unconsciously.

However, Emaud's voice could not hear a trace of dissatisfaction.

"Can I return those things to me now?"

Emaud asked.

"of course."

"You completed our transaction."

"I will return these books and videos to you as agreed."

"Wish our happy cooperation."

"You can send someone now, but ..."

"Don't you want to continue working with me?"

The other party's tone increased, and even in the changed voice, there was a hint of playfulness.

"Not willing!"

Emmod refused without hesitation.

He would not be attracted by such a trick.

Really naive.

"It's a pity that I wanted to tell you some news about Speaker Dodd, pity ..."

"and many more!"

"Dodd? Are you talking about the Dodd I know?"

Amor, who was indifferent from the previous moment, sat upright.

"Otherwise," Cherry City "has a second Dude?"

The other party asked back.

This time, Aymod said very simply.

"Let's talk about the next cooperation."

Emmod naturally knew that the imitation criminal was bad intentions.

However, the "bait" thrown by the other party is really fragrant.

Fragrant to the point that he had to look squarely.

Dodd, the speaker of the Cherry City, is a real big man and one who has always blocked him from entering Parliament.

Of course, this is not because of the integrity of this Dodd.

The other party's filth is almost the same as his.

The reason is that the one he supports is Dodd's biggest competitor.

All parliamentarians know that the next speaker will be created between the one he supports and Dodd, and now, Dodd holds a considerable advantage.

If there is any ‘accident’ that smooths out this advantage ... that ’s great.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Just like in the book, continue to introduce the client to that Jason?"

Emaud asked.

"Well, just like in the book, please continue to introduce the client to Mr. Jason. When you make Mr. Jason famous and gain a certain wealth, I will complete the transaction."

"Please remember, don't pull seedlings to help, don't make your own claims."

"What I want is exactly the same as in the book."

The changing voice said.

The opponent 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!

There was an electronic sound coming from the receiver, Ai Mood hung up the phone, and looked dullly at an instrument connected to the phone. He was not sure how the other party knew that he had installed the tracker, just as he went to be uncertain How do you know some of Dodd's 'handles'.

You know, he tried hard to find Dodd's handle.

But nothing!

Will it deceive me?

Emaud thought, but shook his head at the next moment.

probably not!

Now that the other party can find my handle, it is reasonable to find the handle of Dodd.

I can't find it, just because Dodd guards against me and the people I relate to.

And an outsider is naturally easier to handle.

Emmod made excuses for himself.

People always stand on the angle of their own benefit and think of the good.

Even if some problems occur, they will turn a blind eye.

Because, this is ... greed.

At a very small cost in exchange for a high amount of benefits, it really makes people forget.

Emmod is no exception.

Even, he was exceptionally greedy.

"This guy cares about immersing himself in his own world, so Jason has become an indispensable part, if I control Jason in my hands ..."

It seemed that he had thought of something, and the coldness of Emmod's face grew colder.

And at this time-

Jingle Bell!

The phone rang again.

The number displayed this time was his men.

Moreover, he is still under his belt.

Therefore, without any hesitation, Emaud picked up the phone.

"what's up?"

Emmod asked very simply, if he knew nothing, this confidant would not call him.

"Someone attacked our base!"

Bang, Bang!

In the discourse, bursts of gunfire rang around, and the moment Emaud heard the gunshot, his heart was tight.

You know, it is not only a secret base for him, but also one of his important economic sources.

If something unexpected happens, he will suffer an unbearable burden.

"who is it?"

"Who attacked?"

Aymod groaned, and his face became grim with this low growl.

"Yes……"

boom!

There was another gunshot, which was different from before, this time in my ear.

The words stopped abruptly.

"What is it?"

"Say it!"

Emaud heard gunshots, but he still expected his men to be alive and told him the most important clues. Unfortunately, he could only hear the wheezing sound in the earpiece. It was blood foam choking to the trachea. Here, I wanted to speak, but I was suffocated, completely out of breath.

When everyone is dying, most have this state.

Emmod knew that this man was over.

More importantly, he will suffer unimaginable losses.

"No matter who you are!"

"You're dead!"

Emmod threatened.

"me too!"

"No matter who you are, I will definitely kill you personally, because you have done the most unforgivable thing, and I will use the means I have learned in my long career to become your nightmare.

"I will find you one by one."

"Then, one by one to kill you."

After that, Brian, who was at a secret base in Emmod, dropped the phone in his hand.

Snapped!

The microphone collided with the landline and made a crisp sound.

The sound echoed in the empty room. Pieces of corpses on the ground were stained with white powder. Soon, these white powders were soaked into bright red and stuck to the corpse.

Brian didn't look at these systems. DU.

They died without regret.

just……

Where is his daughter?

Here is the most secret place he can find belonging to Emmod.

Brian, who was thinking, took the bomb he had prepared from the schoolbag and placed it gently on the table. He turned around and walked out.

Walking out of the door, Brian pressed the button directly.

boom!

The fire rose into the sky, and Brian walked in one direction without looking back.

There is the direction of Emmod's residence.

This father can't wait any longer.

He is ready to meet each other.

Then, talk about it

On the other side of Cherry City, John shot the man in front of him.

This is a ‘broker’, not what he is looking for.

However, he did not lose clues.

He had just tortured who the broker was.

In fact, at the beginning, the other party directly threatened him with his boss.

Emmod!

The big man of Cherry City!

John knew each other.

So, in order to confirm, he tortured this 'agent' and confirmed the other party's words.

Since the ‘broker’ does n’t know who is behind the scene, the boss of the ‘broker’ must know.

Thinking of this, John went to Aymod's residence without stopping.

Aymond sitting in the car and returning to his home ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ always feels terrified, not only that one of his secret bases was destroyed, it seems that something more terrible is about to happen.

No!

I can't sit still!

I want to gather people!

Thinking of this, Ai Mod raised his hand to get the phone, but before he picked up the phone, the phone rang.

Jingle Bell!

The sudden phone call made Amor's scared hand tremble.

He froze for a moment before he picked up the phone.

then--

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

"monster!"

"There are monsters!"