Chapter 31 Justice in Xinde City?

Jason saw the papers at the breakfast table.

Gilcher didn't have the habit of subscribing to newspapers, but after finding that Jason seemed to like reading newspapers, he deliberately walked to the newspaper stop on the corner to buy.

Jason looked at the enlarged and bold fonts, at his photos, at the 5% increase in [City Recognition], and ate breakfast silently.

Big lunch meat sandwiches and hot milk.

Milk has sugar in it.

Warm and sweet.

There is a fried egg on the side of the lunch meat.

The fried egg was slightly burnt, and the meat was just tender.

During the entire breakfast, Jason didn't say a word.

The female pastry chef looked at Jason worriedly.

She knew what happened last night.

Likewise, she knew why such reports appeared in the newspapers.

Little David's father.

MP David.

The opponent shot.

Reverse black and white.

Or……

Turn things around?

Whatever it was, that little David must be all right.

just those girls...

Thinking of this, the female pastry chef's eyes turned slightly red.

However, immediately, the female pastry chef turned her attention to Jason who stood up.

"Jason?"

The female pastry chef asked worriedly.

If it wasn't for Jason's habit of reading newspapers, she would never have given these newspapers to Jason.

She would rather Jason know nothing, lest he get sicker.

"fine."

"Isn't that what Xindecheng is like?"

"As those people say, it has already changed."

"Becoming... unfamiliar."

Jason waved his hand and walked upstairs as he spoke.

As he walked to the corner of the second floor, Jason turned his head to the female pastry chef and said, "I want to sleep, call me for lunch."

After speaking, Jason walked into the utility room.

click.

The door closed softly, and the latch made a crisp sound.

Jason slowly took off his home outfit—it wasn't given by the female pastry chef, but under his trolley, the only set of clothes that could be seen.

Therefore, such clothes should not be stained with blood.

Especially the blood of some beasts, but it is full of stench.

Putting on the slightly dirty homeless costume again, Jason raised his hand and took out the ice hockey mask from inside the clothes.

He slowly put on the mask.

Take a deep breath.

Then, spit out heavily.

call!

The long-lost sense of comfort and security has reappeared.

Picking up the wide-blade and short-handled machete, the cold light on the blade reflected on the eye sockets of the ice hockey mask. There was no flickering or shifting in the eyes, but only cold killing intent.

The world is dirty.

Naturally need to be cleaned.

Blood is the best cleaning agent.

...

Snapped!

Another cup was smashed to the ground by Edward.

The cup is torn apart.

Whoosh, whoosh.

Edward gasped heavily.

Like a wounded beast.

Do not.

Wounded beasts know how to lick their wounds, and Edward's wounds won't heal.

He has been ignoring.

Or something that was escaping, just threw it directly in his face.

It made his nose bruised.

Beat him with blood.

beat him...

sober.

yes.

sober.

Edward turned his head and looked at the release order signed by the director, his mouth widened and a smile appeared.

Silent smile.

ferocious.

And, crazy.

He took out the key and opened the bottom drawer on the left side of the desk.

Inside was a revolver and rows of bullets.

The silver-white revolver, the muzzle is slender, with the slightest beauty.

Edward picked up the revolver, threw off the wheel slot, and filled it with bullets one by one.

God, no charge.

He, come and collect.

...

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

After reading the morning newspaper, Griffin was lying on the hospital bed of the police station, laughing so loudly that tears came out of his eyes, and he was out of breath.

"This is Xindecheng!"

he said.

Then, shaking his hands.

The handcuffs that bound his right hand made a loud noise, which awakened little Bansi.

Little Bansey raised his head and looked away from the newspaper, with a blank look on his face.

"Hey, Bency."

"Don't be so uncomfortable."

"You have to learn to get used to it."

"You know, this is Xinde City!"

Griffin said with a smile.

"But, but..."

"He made so many mistakes."

"Shouldn't it be punished by the laws of Xindecheng?"

Xiao Banxi murmured.

"Sanctions by the laws of Xindecheng?"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Griffin laughed again, and then he suddenly paused and asked in a brisk voice: "The law is just, it is people's last hope, and it is the umbrella for the weak, but that is elsewhere."

"In Xindecheng?"

"The value of its existence is the tool of the strong... No, it should be a fig leaf for reckless actions."

Griffin said and lay down again.

Then, he saw Benxi stand up and run out.

"What are you going to do?"

shouted Griffin.

"team leader!"

"Captain will be in trouble!"

Xiao Banxi answered without looking back.

Edward?

Shouldn't that guy be?

He looks like a very calm person?

Griffin was stunned for a moment, thinking subconsciously, and then he suddenly thought of another man suffering from post-traumatic stress syndrome.

Suddenly, Griffin's expression changed.

He didn't want to get into big trouble that couldn't be solved.

That lunatic must be stopped.

Thinking of this, Griffin shook his hands.

click!

The handcuffs that bound him were just like that.

Then, the whole person limped out and ran out.

However, the moment he went out, he turned around and tugged at a hospital mattress, ripped off the sheet with the number of the hospital bed number printed on the outside, and put the core on his head like this.

...

In the corridor of the police station, David in a decent suit led little David in the front, followed by the bowing chief behind him.

"well done."

David said.

"Should, ought to."

"It is my honor to serve Your Excellency MP."

The chief bowed as he spoke.

"If I run for mayor, I'll have a place in the mayor's office for you or someone related to you."

David said in a low voice.

"That couldn't be better."

The chief bowed again and again.

Isn't that what he wants?

Just need to move a little pen and sign it.

Then, why not do it?

David ignored the chief and looked at his son.

"Remember what I told you."

"There will be reporters in a while."

"You just recite it - as for the veteran, I'll clean him up afterwards."

David said, with a wicked look on his face.

How could he not hate it?

The trump card he had hidden for many years was gone.

If Jason is not smashed into tens of thousands of pieces, how can he eliminate the hatred in his heart.

However, that was later.

Now?

A perfect press conference is the best ending to this matter.

Thinking of this, David raised his hands and pushed open the door of the police station——

Squeak.

door, open.