Chapter 7 Swapped Roles

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A loud explosion shook the air.

The window of the 'Watchdog Pastry House' was shattered directly.

The same goes for the windows of the surrounding shops.

With the crashing sound of glass shards falling to the ground, Edward rushed out.

Jason took a step behind and said to the female pastry chef who was confused again:

"Do your business, and I'll take care of other things."

After speaking, Jason caught up with Edward.

The female pastry chef looked at Jason's back and nodded subconsciously. Then, she looked around at the broken counter, the blood-stained floor, the broken window, and the fire on the opposite street... It's not good, war Is it over?

The dazed female pastry chef began to pick up eggs, and began to separate the yolks and whites into the basin, stirring them instinctively.

At this time, Edward had already rushed to the street on the opposite side of the fire.

A team of his subordinates were scattered here in pieces.

Only the assistant Bansi's body is intact.

At this moment, he was leaning against a low wall with a charred face.

After seeing Edward, Bansy immediately said intermittently:

"Team, captain."

"Boots."

"Invisible booby traps."

After speaking, Bansi was silent.

Edward hurriedly ran over to confirm that his assistant was only comatose. Then he came behind him one by one, searched for his subordinates in other streets, and said, "Block the scene and call an ambulance."

"Yes, Captain."

These players are in action.

Jason went against the current and walked into the explosion site.

There are rubble and bodies everywhere.

Black, grey and red interweaving.

Black explosion mark.

Grey rubble.

red blood.

This is rendered into a scene that makes people horrified when they see it. Jason carefully walks through it, avoiding the corpses every time he lifts and falls.

Then, his nose twitched incessantly.

Jason expects to smell 'food'.

It's a pity that the pungent smell after the explosion is all around, and there is no fragrance at all.

There is no doubt that the scene in front of him should be aimed at Edward and his party.

Edward, who thought he was baiting, became the fish that bit the bait.

The roles of hunter and prey were interchanged when the "Scarecrow" died and the head was thrown into the trash can.

The corpse of the 'Scarecrow' must have been used as bait for booby traps.

Of course, the most important thing is the invisible booby trap.

"Illusion?"

"still……"

"Some kind of trick?"

Jason thought silently.

Edward walked back after the assistant was carried away from here.

Ignoring Jason, Edward began to carefully look at everything that could be a clue.

pity,

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I looked around, and after the ambulance came, I still couldn't find it.

"team leader?"

A subordinate gestured softly.

"Load everyone's bodies into the car."

Edward said, and he was the first to start collecting the remains.

They deserve to be respected.

Therefore, Edward was very careful and conscientious, and tried his best to make the remains intact.

At this time, Jason spoke up.

"Watch out for booby traps."

After that, Jason stepped out.

And Edward, who was about to shrink the corpse, froze.

The surrounding, Edward's subordinates were also stunned.

When Jason returned to the 'Watchdog Pastry House', Edward and those subordinates also walked out of the explosion site, and then they used a long-distance detonation method.

Touch those corpses with long sticks or throws.

Without considering the loss, such an explosion method is quite easy to use.

After about half a minute—

boom! boom!

Two more explosions.

The only glass remaining on the window of the 'Watchdog Pastry House' has completely fallen.

Jason picked up the broom and dustpan and started cleaning.

And the engrossed female pastry chef didn't notice it at all.

A moment later, as Jason finished cleaning, Edward walked up to him.

"how do you know?"

Edward's face was gloomy.

"Invisible booby traps?"

Jason asked back.

Edward nodded.

Jason laughed.

"Such a useful thing, a hunter will not use it only once."

Jason said slowly while placing the dustpan with glass slag on the side of the store entrance.

"hunter?"

Edward was taken aback.

Then, Edward, who was not stupid, thought of something.

Immediately, this man's face became more and more difficult to look at.

After a few seconds, Edward's face returned to normal.

"Why remind me?"

Edward asked.

"why?"

"Probably you are better than that Thorndike?"

"At least……"

"You are willing to collect corpses for your subordinates."

Jason said and walked towards the store.

He could already smell the aroma of the freshly baked truffle cake.

He has been waiting for a long time.

Looking at Jason's back, Edward opened his mouth, but in the end, nothing was said.

After leaving behind staff to maintain the scene, Edward himself drove back to the police station.

Jason didn't notice that at all.

At this time, Jason was already standing quietly in front of the oven.

The scent of eggs and honey began to permeate under the heat, and Jason couldn't help swallowing.

Just as the female pastry chef said, the trough cake that has just been baked is far more delicious than the one that has been left overnight. At least, the aroma is more than twice as strong.

click!

The oven is on.

A more intense fragrance rushed to his face, Jason closed his eyes, inhaled, and his face was intoxicated.

The female pastry chef, wearing anti-scald gloves, took out the grinder containing the truffle cake, and with one button, the trough cake entered the container beside it.

After tumbling for a few laps, the trough cakes that seemed to be thickened biscuits stood one by one.

The top is brown and red, with a slight crack, revealing a hint of golden yellow.

The bottom is slightly burnt, but it doesn't make people feel disgusted at all, but it makes people have more appetite and want to taste the taste there.

That's what Jason is.

He picked up a hot slot cake and bit the bottom first.

sweet.

Not tired yet.

Because, there is a hint of sour and refreshing feeling in the simple sweetness.

Yes……

Lemonade!

It should be a little lemon juice added to the oil on the bottom while baking.

Jason guessed, and swallowed all the trough cake in his hand.

The soft taste made Jason pick up the next slot cake again.

Almost one bite.

Soon, all twenty trough cakes were eaten by Jason.

The female pastry chef brought over a glass of mint water.

Jason took it and drank it.

call!

Breathing out a sigh of relief, Jason's eyes subconsciously swept to the surrounding counters.

He remembered that it wasn't just trough cakes.

There are other pastries.

"How soon can you resume business?"

Jason asked.

"what?"

The female pastry chef who was thinking about how to make Jason stay stunned.

I haven't waited for the female pastry chef to recover...

Boom, boom, boom.

At the door, a well-dressed middle-aged man stood in front of the broken door, raised his hand and knocked on the edge of the door.

"Hello, are you Ms. Gilcher?"

"I'm here on behalf of my husband."

"He wants to invite you to make pastries."