Chapter 35 'The Spectator'

Wrapped in gauze and clutching his waist, Clive cautiously approached Pea Corner Street.

He always thought there was something wrong with Edward.

It's definitely not because Cecil asked Edward to temporarily take charge of the police station. He was worried about being in trouble, so he ran out, and he didn't want to go home, so he came to look for evidence.

The sheriff did not directly enter the 'Watchdog Pastry House'.

He doesn't think he's a match for the veteran without the use of firearms.

And want to ask directly?

The relationship between the other party and Edward will definitely not cooperate.

Therefore, observing silently and looking for evidence is the best choice.

Then Clive saw Jason running.

"Physical strength is good."

"The speed is also good."

After just watching it for a while, Clive had to admit that this veteran's physical strength was really good, and his speed was fast enough. Even if he used firearms, he would be at most 55 to 50.

and……

"A bit like the attacker with the knife."

Clive was not directly involved in the shootout outside the police station.

However, he saw the scene from the police station.

Especially among the group of people armed with firearms, the tall man holding a machete with a wide blade and a short handle, dashing back and forth, made Clive deeply remember.

At this moment, the figure and the figure in front of him are constantly overlapping.

Then, just when Clive was about to confirm something, the sheriff suddenly saw Jason walking and covered his heart, and then the seven orifices were bleeding.

Although it recovered quickly, but...

"Is this the dying man?"

"How could such a person be an attacker?"

"No wonder he retired from the army.

"

"There must be some hidden disease."

After being surprised, Clive couldn't help thinking.

Then, he saw Jason turned his head and looked at himself.

The look of blood on his face was really scary, especially the look in his eyes. Clive felt as if he was being stared at by some beast. .

But thankfully, Jason just glanced at him, turned around and left.

But even so, Clive was breathing heavily.

He felt like he had just been torn apart in an instant.

how is this possible?

It's an illusion!

I must be staying up too much lately!

Clive consoled himself.

call.

The cold wind blew, and Clive, who was standing there, felt that his face that had been splashed by the hot coffee was aching again. What's worse, the cold sweat overflowing on his forehead and cheeks stinged and burned him. The wound is getting hotter.

What am I doing?

I can obviously go home and rest.

I'm hurt.

Why am I here to blow the cold air?

Those things are none of my business, I'm just a pawn, what am I worried about?

Under the cold wind, Clive figured it out in an instant.

Clive, who absolutely refused to admit that he was frightened by Jason, curled the corners of his lips angrily, and was about to turn around and leave.

But when he turned around, the sheriff was taken aback.

Because, behind him, I don't know when there is a person standing.

Wearing slightly tattered clothes, his face was filthy.

Holding a sign in his hand.

It reads: OK, OK.

There is no doubt that this is a homeless and, moreover, a disabled homeless.

When Clive looked at him, the other party pointed to his mouth and made a sound of 'Aba, Aba'.

"Go away."

Clive growled.

However, he realized that his voice was a little high when he spoke.

Will it attract the attention of that terrifying guy again?

no!

not like this!

I can't let the other party notice me anymore!

Thinking of this, Clive took out his wallet, grabbed a handful of bills from it, stuffed it into the hands of the dumb homeless man in front of him, and then continued the words just now: "Hurry up with the money, this place is very dangerous. Don't know? There was a shooting and an explosion here only yesterday!"

In order to make his words more real and natural, Clive pulled out what happened yesterday.

After speaking, Clive hurriedly walked towards his car.

His car was parked outside Peas Corner Street.

It was less than twenty meters away from where he was standing at the moment.

However, just as he was about to take a step, the dumb tramp stopped him.

Clive couldn't help frowning, looked at Jason's back who was still walking slowly in the distance, and said as gently as possible:

"Don't be too greedy!"

"That's enough money to last you a long time!"

The dumb tramp looked at Clive with a smile, first waved to Clive, and then handed all the large bills in front of Clive.

Only 2 cents of change was left in his hand.

What's the meaning?

Clive was taken aback.

Then, the dumb homeless man stuffed all the large bills into Clive's hands.

Without waiting for Clive to make a sound, the dumb homeless man hurriedly ran towards the 'Watchdog Pastry House'.

Are you sick?

I don't want so much money?

Only 2 corners?

Clive looked at the other person's back and couldn't help but smirk in his heart.

But he hasn't waited for the ridicule in his heart to subside--

boom!

A huge explosion came from behind.

The unsuspecting Clive was thrown back by the wind.

He turned his head blankly.

I saw that his car had already turned into a fireball.

bomb!

Someone is going to kill me? !

The answer pouring out of his heart made Clive's hands tremble, and the banknotes that should have been squeezed suddenly blew into the sky with the cold wind.

Clive sat on the ground and didn't notice this at all.

It was not until Edward, who received the alarm from the female pastry chef, came here, that Clive regained his senses.

"Tell me."

Little Bency walked up to Clive and said.

The tone is very bad.

Although the two sides belonged to the same police station, they were originally two camps, and some of Clive's rumors made little Bansy ashamed.

Naturally, the tone was not much better.

"Yes, someone is going to kill me."

Clive said tremblingly.

"certainly!"

"Bombs are used."

"I must hate you to the core."

"Do you have any suspicious targets?"

asked little Bansy.

Doubtful target?

Clive was taken aback.

Of course, the targets of his suspicions are the gangs who paid him protection fees, the people he extorted, and the people he wronged for no reason... Each of these people wished he died.

Is it them?

Clive's heart froze.

Then he grabbed Bency's hand.

"protect me!"

"Hurry up and protect me!"

"Let me go to the 'safe house'!"

Clive said again and again.

Little Bansy shook Clive's hand away, put away the notebook and pen, and said coldly, "It seems that you have not calmed down, Sergeant Clive, and it is not suitable for taking notes for the time being."

"Someone's going to bring Sheriff Clive a cup of coffee to calm down."

After speaking, Little Bansi walked towards the explosion site.

And the people around?

Under Edward's subordinates, naturally no one would come to pour coffee for Clive.

Even, no one came to look at Clive.

The obvious estrangement made Clive in the crowd, instead of feeling the slightest sense of security, feel that he was abandoned by the whole world.

Especially under the real threat of death, Clive, whose spirit was already shocked by Jason's breath, only felt an unprecedented despair permeating from the bottom of his heart.

Who can help me……

Is there anyone here to help me?

I……

"Aba, Aba!"

The strange sound made Despair Clive raise his head, and he saw the mute just now.

The mute holding a kraft paper bag, with a smile on his face, took out two slot cakes from the kraft paper bag and handed them to Clive.

A 'Watchdog Pastry House' ad was printed on the kraft paper bag.

At the bottom it says-

One trough cake in 1 corner and 3 in 2 corners.