Chapter 3 A Different City

Jason's answer surprised the man in the door.

After a full two or three seconds of stagnation, the other party looked out the door through the cat's eyes.

The 'Watchdog Pastry House' has two levels of doors.

The first floor is the wooden door inside.

The first floor is the outer iron gate.

At this moment, the iron door has been opened, and the wooden door is closed.

The man looked out through the cat's eye on the wooden door.

Then……

He saw a huge, fast approaching fist.

Snapped!

The thin wooden door shattered.

Jason's fist penetrated the wooden door, mixed with flying sawdust, and hit the face of the man in the room.

"what!"

The man screamed and fell backwards with blood on his face.

Jason pulled out his arm, and through the hole that had just been punched out, he saw the female pastry chef at a glance.

The female pastry chef leaned back on the counter, her hair was messy, her face was bruised, her mouth was gagged, and she sat there with her hands tied behind her back, and there was no other person there.

After seeing Jason's gaze, the female pastry chef immediately struggled violently.

Without reaching into the hole to open the door again, Jason aimed directly at the door lock with a kick.

It's just a simple L-shaped latch, which is directly shaken off.

The door opened directly.

Jason walked into the room, and the man who had just fallen got up again.

The face of blood on the other side became more and more hideous.

With a low growl, he raised his hands and rushed towards Jason.

Compared to the gangster who had no fighting skills before, the man in front of him was undoubtedly a lot more professional.

Not only physically strong, but also quite organized.

Grab Jason's collar with one hand and Jason's arm with the other.

Once caught, it is followed by an over-the-shoulder throw.

With the hard ground in the pastry shop, such a shock is enough to make a normal person lose his mobility.

Therefore, Jason, who is used to quick battles, raised his hands and grabbed the opponent's hands directly. When the opponent was stunned and struggling, he pushed down hard.

boom!

The opponent who rushed forward knelt down directly in front of Jason.

Without waiting for the other party to react, Jason released his hands and hit the other party's temples directly from both sides.

Snapped!

In the crisp sound, the other party's eyes turned white and he fell to the ground.

Unlike just now, this time the other party fell directly into a coma.

Jason checked each other.

No wallet.

Has a dagger.

After taking out the dagger, taking off the other party's coat, and tying the other party, Jason walked towards the bound female pastry chef.

The dagger slashed the rope, and Jason pulled out the rag from the opponent's mouth.

"Thank you, thank you."

The female pastry chef thanked him.

The sound was a little dry because it was blocked by a rag for a long time.

Then, Jason glanced around.

The oven is clean.

The counter is also very clean.

The money box was also not opened.

Instead, the door to the upper floor was open.

"Isn't the entry robbery for the money?"

"More than one group is following her?"

"It's all because of her sister?"

"Or because of something else?"

Jason thought about it, but it didn't prevent him from taking out a dollar and putting it in front of the female pastry chef.

On the side of the counter is written: 'Slot cakes are one for each corner, and three for each corner! ’

Next, Jason took 12 truffle cakes from the counter and put them in a large brown paper bag on one side.

"Are paper bags free?"

Jason asked the female pastry chef.

"Yes, it is."

The female pastry chef nodded slyly.

She still doesn't know what happened.

First, her sister disappeared, then someone inexplicably threatened her, and then, there are still people breaking into her shop.

Just when she thought it was over, the homeless man she met in the morning suddenly broke in and not only saved her, but also gave her a dollar.

Is this pastry money?

The female pastry chef finally reacted.

At this time, Jason had already walked to the door.

"and many more!"

"Please wait!"

Jason listened to the voice behind him without any pause in his footsteps.

When he didn't understand the world in front of him, he didn't intend to cause any trouble for the time being.

"Those slot cakes are from yesterday."

"I'll make you some fresh, it'll taste even better fresh out of the oven."

said the pastry chef.

"OK."

Jason stopped immediately.

Trouble, there will always be.

Even if you don't provoke them, they will come to you.

In this case, it is better to eat better and deal with it.

Seeing Jason stop, the female pastry chef breathed a sigh of relief.

She was really scared.

She was afraid that Jason would just walk away regardless, and then leave her alone to face the situation in front of her.

This is something she simply can't handle.

"How should I do?"

Walking to Jason who saved her life, she felt that Jason was tall and burly, and the female pastry chef had an unprecedented sense of security in her heart. Subconsciously, she opened her mouth to ask Jason.

"Call the police."

Jason gave the most pertinent opinion.

The female pastry chef nodded suddenly and walked to the side of the counter.

There is a landline phone there.

However, when I picked it up, I found that there was no sound at all on the fixed line.

"The telephone line was cut?"

Jason frowned.

A female pastry chef with a missing sister, is it worth being so cautious?

Moreover, two successive waves of people appeared to each other her.

Is her missing sister involved in a big shot?

Jason thought, and pointed to the public telephone hall on the road.

The female pastry chef nodded, took out two coins and ran out.

This time the call got through.

The call was also very smooth.

The interior of the 'Watchdog Pastry House' remained undisturbed, and about ten minutes later, two police cars drove up.

Not the car Jason remembered, but a much older car.

It has a huge front, a short rear, and a curved roof.

The two cars showed a '1' and stopped at the door of the pastry shop. A full six police officers got off the two cars, and the leader was a sheriff wearing a high-roofed cap.

He was tall and had a thick beard.

After getting off the car, the other party walked into the pastry shop.

First, he glanced at the surrounding environment, and then looked at Jason and Jichel.

However, the gaze that looked at Ji Xier only stayed for a while, and then it was completely placed on Jason.

"You did it?"

The other party pointed to the wooden door with a hole in it.

Jason nodded.

The other party looked at the unconscious guy on the ground again.

"He is too?"

The other party continued to ask.

Jason nodded again.

This silent response made the sheriff frown.

"Have you been a soldier?"

"Returning to Xinde City recently?"

"Answer me, I don't need to nod."

The other party's voice unconsciously raised a point.

It's a pity that such a gesture is useless to Jason.

Jason still nodded.

This can make the other party very angry.

"Tell you, this city is not the same as when you left!"

"It's new!"

"Xinde City!"

"When you come here, you have to obey the rules!"

"Don't use your old rules on the battlefield, or else..."

The voice of the other party is getting higher and higher, as if to prove his majesty.

Moreover, after speaking, the other party raised his right hand and gestured at Jason like a pistol.

The other party's finger representing the muzzle was just one meter away, facing Jason's forehead.

"Snapped!"

There was a slight onomatopoeia in the other's mouth.

Then, just laughing out loud.

The surrounding police officers also laughed together.

Jason looked at the people in front of him expressionlessly, moved his footsteps slightly, and blocked the female pastry chef behind him.

Then--

boom!

The sound of laughter stopped abruptly, blood and brains splashed everywhere.