The Demon’s Menu

One long and two short.

The rhythmic knock on the door reverberated in the slightly empty 19th Tell Street, which had already changed greatly.

Without looking at the surveillance, Jason's keen perception can also confirm who the person is through the slightly familiar sound of footsteps.

That trader.

The trader who came with ‘sincerity’.

Although the satiety brought by [Swagnu’s Touch (Egg)] and [Ike’s Egg] is nothing for Jason now, but not long ago...

About 6 hours ago, something was still rare, allowing him to deal with the crisis at that time.

It can even be said to be the first pot of gold.

Of course, the taste is also good.

The low-profile version of the meat hook egg can be regarded as a rare delicacy that Jason has been in since he entered the city that never sleeps.

Now the other party has returned.

There is no doubt that it is the map.

Jason stood up and picked up the map from the crate on the side.

He had already remembered the above route.

Just don't know where.

Although he is a postman, his familiarity with "The City That Never Sleeps" is still limited to areas such as 16, 17, and 18.

Like before the 15th district, after the 25th district, he is not familiar with it.

For example, District 26.

He had never entered before today.

However, even if he was there, Jason guessed that he was difficult to distinguish.

because……

The map is likely to be fake.

It's not that it's fake at first glance, but it's fake in certain places.

Simply put, nine are true and one is false.

Except for the most critical positions, they are all true.

And this is fatal.

Jason can already imagine what happens when traders get this map.

The monitor from 3 Tell Street will report everything.

Then, wait.

Wait for the prey to enter the trap.

As for him?

The function of this chess piece has come to an end, and it is naturally to be discarded.

And this is something Jason never wants to see.

It's not fear.

It's just not time.

The ‘big man’ and the opponent’s ‘collaborator’ don’t care too much about his chess piece. There is a high probability that a team of gunmen will be sent to deal with him after the trader leaves with the map.

With his current strength, he can easily escape or kill the team of gunmen.

But what after?

The ‘big guy’ and the other’s ‘collaborator’ who found the failure will certainly not give up. More gunmen and even the extraordinary will follow.

He will fall into extremely troublesome situations in a short time.

Waves of attackers.

Day and night, one after another.

Where did it quietly develop and increase strength in 19 Tell Street.

Moreover, there is an important point!

He still doesn't know who the ‘big man’ and the other’s ‘collaborator’ are.

No information at all.

He could not judge the opponent's sphere of influence.

There is no way to target the layout.

This is extremely unfavorable.

Therefore, Jason quickly wrote a few words in the palm of his hand.

When he opened the door, a trader with the appearance of a ‘postman’ had already been waiting there. Looking at the paper in Jason’s hand, his expression did not change at all, but his breathing was short.

Jason's perception can clearly capture this.

It looks like this map is more important than imagined!

With this inference, Jason has more confidence in the next plan.

He raised his hand and passed the map to the opponent.

At the same time, his palm was exposed.

It clearly says above--

trap.

The trader who looked like a ‘postman’ clearly saw these two words, and then, calmly, took to the paper in Jason’s hand.

But Jason raised his hand, and the trader's fingers wiped the paper.

"not enough!"

"You don't have enough chips!"

"I need more!"

Jason said this, with a greedy nasty voice in his voice.

The trader who looked like a ‘postman’ was taken aback.

Then, he spoke indignantly.

"You are sitting on the floor and starting the price!"

"You broke your promise!"

While the trader was talking, he was about to **** the paper in Jason's hand, but a short-handled wide-bladed machete was placed on his neck, and the trader's body suddenly stiffened.

"Sit on the floor and raise the price? Breach of promise?"

"Isn't this the basic morality of everyone in "The City That Never Sleeps"?"

"Don't be shy like a little girl."

"Now, go back and come to me again with enough chips."

Jason retracted the short-handled wide-bladed machete as he spoke, and seemed to kick the trader's abdomen heavily.

boom!

The trader held his stomach and backed away, and the door closed immediately.

"Asshole!"

"You must not die!"

The trader who appeared to be a ‘postman’ walked to the side cursingly, while moaning, showing that he had suffered a blow and was not light.

The surrounding wolves have been peeping at the block of No.19 Tell Street, clearly seeing this scene.

They all laughed.

Laughing at the simplicity of traders.

Then, they all showed malicious gazes.

After all, the trader who looks like a "postman" really looks like a fat sheep.

It's still very simple.

It's really a good prey.

The trader clearly noticed this, his face changed while clutching his abdomen, and then he quickly ran towards an alley.

then--

Bang bang bang!

A series of gunfire sounded in the alley.

It was sparse at first, but after only ten seconds, it became dense.

Obviously, the block wolves are in trouble.

In other words, they changed their goals.

The fat sheep from the beginning have become each other.

This is not surprising.

In the "City that never sleeps" hunters are often prey.

Behind the door, Jason listened to the movement on the street, his mouth curled behind the mask.

Obviously, traders who seem to be ‘postman’ are very capable of adapting to changes.

However, this is also normal.

If there is no such adaptability, the other party will not become a joint person.

"I didn't get the'map', and the plan was temporarily hindered. The'big man' and the opponent's'collaborator' will definitely warn me of this temporary chess piece, but it won't be too much-because I am in line now.' The tradition of the city that never sleeps, and I have been in contact with that trader, if I change someone rashly, it is likely to reveal a flaw.

"Then what will be the warning method?"

Jason sat back in the crate, looking forward to it.

He now has to not only buy more time for himself, but also to understand the ‘big man’ and the other’s ‘cooperator’ so that he can make better plans for his future actions.

And the ‘warning method’ of the ‘big guy’ or the other’s ‘collaborator’ is a breakthrough.

According to Jason's guess, these two...It should be accurate to say that the latter will teach him severely and show 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 is no exception.

Then, the other party should send a capable hand down.

After all, the threat of talking in the air is too small.

As Jason thought, he found out two more cans of meat.

The alcohol stove set in the corner quickly ignited a light blue flame. The bottled water poured into the pot quickly tumbled, and the opened can was poured into it. The gravy and water quickly merged with each other. It was tumbling with the juice, exuding bursts of fragrance.

"Unfortunately there are no potatoes."

"If there is any, put it in it and simmer until it's soft."

"Then, let's have another bowl of rice."

"Pour the potato soup on top...tsk."

Jason thought while holding the pot while drinking the broth.

Chuck back from time to time.

He did it on purpose.

He knew that there were those ‘thin threads’ that looked like spider silks, and his every move was in the eyes of that ‘big man’s collaborator’.

He needs to show the feeling of ‘the end is dead, then take a gamble’.

Before you fight for your life, it is normal to consume the existing precious resources and let yourself enjoy it.

Most of the residents who live for the sake of life in "The City That Never Sleeps" look like this.

Jason has seen too much.

Learning is naturally vivid.

‘Eat and drink,’ Jason wrapped a blanket and leaned against the crate to rest.

He closed his eyes and appeared to be asleep.

However, Jason could clearly hear the sound of the second floor leading to the third floor-this place had been blocked by him with the wooden boards and furniture debris in the room.

At this moment, someone is moving these blocks little by little.

The opponent's movements are very light.

Even, to some extent, silently.

For ordinary people, it is really difficult to find such actions.

However, Jason heard it clearly.

You can also judge the general posture of the other party from the sound.

In this regard, Jason was delighted.

It is not only the joy of his strength at the moment, but also the joy of the people coming.

Obviously, the ‘collaborator of the big man’ did not notice his changes, and he still treated him as an ordinary ‘postman’.

This really couldn't be better!

As long as the other party continues to judge like this.

He will be able to surprise each other.

But if you want the other party to continue to judge like this, you need his next performance.

Five minutes later, the blockage on the second floor to the third floor was removed to the extent that one person could enter.

The next moment, a figure burrowed into No. 19 Tell Street.

This figure dexterously stood on the beam on the original first floor, looking down at Jason.

After discovering that Jason did not react, the figure jumped off with a sneer.

Did not directly pounce on Jason.

Instead, he walked around in the basement of No. 19 Tell Street, where Jason was in, 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.

Then, there was more malice in the breath.

"The ‘thin line’ that looks like a ‘cobweb’ cannot see everything in No. 19 Tell Street. It should be a vague perception and a clear hearing. Therefore, the other party will inspect the interior of the room.”

"As for canned meat...obviously, it is also quite good for the other party."

"That ‘big guy’s collaborator’ doesn’t look rich."

Jason, with his eyes closed, perceives each other's every move through his hearing and analyzes it in detail.

You know, his boss "old man" eats canned meat, smokes cigars and occasionally sees red wine almost every day.

Is this ‘big guy’s collaborator’ worse than the old man?

impossible!

Jason shook his head quickly in his heart.

Judging from the solemnity of the ‘old man’ when he left, and the arrangement in front of him, that ‘big guy’ is a real ‘big guy’!

How could a ‘collaborator’ as a ‘big man’ be bad?

Leaning on the crate, Jason began to recall everything before.

Suddenly, Jason's mind flashed.

Was this "big man's collaborator" really a "big man's collaborator" before?

Is it also a chess piece?

Is it just a coincidence that the other party becomes a ‘collaborator’?

Subconsciously, the black notebook appeared in Jason's mind.

Extraordinary power!

The ‘big guy’ gave the black notebook, or the black notebook as a bargaining chip, because the other’s ‘collaborator’ suddenly mastered extraordinary powers, but was not yet familiar with it!

Because of this, the ‘big guy’ dares to use the obviously strange black notebook as a bargaining chip.

And a ‘collaborator’ who is a ‘big man’ pawn, or just an ordinary person, uses his extraordinary power and has established his own power in a short period of time.

Only because the time is too short, the background is slightly thinner.

Therefore, there will be the appearance of the other party's subordinates distressed canned meat.

Gradually, Jason understood the general context.

Although it is not clear who the "big man" is.

Who is that ‘collaborator’?

But after the relationship between the two was mastered by Jason, some things became simple.

You know, the trader just now must know who the ‘collaborator’ is, even if it’s a false identity, from which it is possible to infer the words of a ‘big man’.

The next time the other party appears, you can ask.

Jason thought so.

The uninvited guest finally came to him.

There was no sudden attack, and there was no harsh means. It was just a gun placed in the eye position of Jason's mask.

There is no doubt that the ‘collaborator’ was worried that Jason’s body might show flaws.

Moreover, the ‘collaborator’ also thought it was enough.

In fact, any resident of the "City that never sleeps" will show obedience if his head is held with a gun.

Jason is no exception.

Even in disguise.

Jason pretended to be awakened by a foreign object touching his eyelids. When he saw the person in front of him, he subconsciously touched the gun, but after moving the muzzle against his eyelids, he immediately raised his hands.

"Don't shoot!"

Jason yelled in a slightly hoarse voice, looking a little lacking after waking up.

"Hey!"

"Of course I won't shoot, you lucky bastard!"

"If it weren't for the boss's order, your current XX has been cut off by me and stuffed into your mouth!"

The uninvited guest sneered.

"What do you want me to do, please say."

Jason didn't have any resistance, he looked cooperative.

Looking at Jason's appearance, the uninvited guest really wanted to pull the trigger, but now that the most critical moment has come, it is impossible to change anymore.

Of course, such a thing can't let Jason know.

If the greedy **** in front of you knows, who knows what will happen?

Even if an uninvited guest is as greedy as Jason is showing, he naturally knows what to do at this time.

"Fortunately."

"The boss is not a bloodthirsty person."

"You wait here obediently now, and when the idiot comes back, give him the map in your hand."

"It's just your last chance~www.wuxiaspot.com~ If you dare to play any tricks?"

"Trust me, next time you kiss you will not be the muzzle, but the bullet!"

Leaving such words, the uninvited guest jumped onto the beam and disappeared.

This is undoubtedly showing off.

It is also threatening.

Jason cooperated very well. He stared at the room beam and the broken blockage blankly. After four or five seconds, he got up suddenly and kicked the empty can aside. on.

Clang.

The can hit the wall, turned and rolled back.

The original three-dimensional pouring body became shriveled.

Jason sat down on the crate as if he had been drained of energy.

His fingers landed on the black notebook without a trace.