Chapter 89 I Want to Control Myself

When there is a decision, there is action.

Jason raised his hand and tore the rags from Walker's mouth.

"I have information on other ingredients!"

As soon as he pulled the rotten cloth from Walker's mouth, the "rapist" cultivated by the "Ghost Squad" opened his mouth and said.

Fast and accurate.

Because it is too familiar with Jason's eyes.

It's the same when it's hungry.

Not to mention the screaming stomach and swallowing saliva.

These are all reminders of it.

The other party is really going to eat it.

As a qualified 'food traitor', it immediately knew what to do.

After all, this is not the first time it has seen such a person.

The previous doctor, polite and polite, had watched from the sidelines.

There is also an arrogant madman, who is not so friendly. For some "ingredients" that are not known to be true or false, he even ripped open some bodies.

But this one is different from the two it has seen before.

This is quite 'simple'.

Yes, it's pure.

There are no complicated emotions.

Just simply hungry.

I want to eat you.

But the more this happened, the more terrifying Walker became.

Because such simplicity is hard to shake.

It is not a entanglement of interests, and there is no trade-off. It is like a weighing scale, unshakable.

unless……

You meet his needs.

Walker was going to do just that.

It has no way.

It doesn't want to be eaten.

It wants to live.

The world is really beautiful.

Fear of unclear numbers.

A delicious twist like wine.

Every time he smokes, he forgets everything.

So, it doesn't want to die yet.

To this end, it has done something that is detrimental to 'dignity'.

more?

Naturally don't care.

Then, it saw Jason fisted.

Immediately, the 'food traitor' breathed a sigh of relief.

Jason held his breath.

The hunger was still spreading, but when Walker's words were spoken, Jason's sanity instantly went online.

One food is good to eat, or is a group of food good to eat?

Still use choice?

Of course all were eaten.

However, there can be a precedence.

"Say."

Jason resisted his hunger and said in a deep voice.

"I hope you can swear by your honor, or someone or something you respect."

"Otherwise, even if you ate me, I wouldn't tell you."

"I just want to live..."

Walker was righteous at first, then looked at Jason begging.

But Jason's breath suddenly became dangerous.

He stared at Walker.

He doesn't like plans being disrupted.

Also didn't like the food being divided.

What's more, just after Walker said this, the hunger that Jason had endured instantly expelled his reason again, and he picked up the wine beside him as soon as he turned around.

Then

boom!

Jason raised his hand and punched.

A precise hit in the stomach.

Jason, who has experience in dealing with the Pusak elves, when the body began to vomit and the Pusak elf struggled out from the vomit, Jason picked it up and started rinsing it directly with wine.

The Pusak elf in front of him was completely stunned in the rinse of the wine.

I just make a request, you really eat me?

Don't even want to ask a question?

If you don't agree, we can discuss it!

The Pusak elf wailed in his heart.

Then, it exerted its last strength to control the body.

"In Fishbone Street..."

The body spoke, but the words disappeared before they were finished.

The Pusak elf has been swallowed by Jason.

Just like the taste in memory.

Slippery, cool.

The sweetness is more intense.

Also more lucrative.

Moreover, not only the taste, but also the increase in satiety is 3 points more than before.

[Devouring the 'Pussac Elf'! 】

[Physical strength and energy are restored to the greatest extent! 】

[Satisfaction +15]

[Satisfaction: 61]

...

The nutrition of the food in the stomach began to permeate, and Jason's sanity came online again.

What about my 'rapist'?

How did I eat it?

I have a ceremony?

Sure enough, any sense of ritual is deceptive, and it is true when the stomach is full.

It just said Fishbone Street?

Jason recalled.

Without needing to try harder, Jason instantly remembered everything that had just happened.

No way, it's so delicious.

Delicious and memorable.

In the same way, such memories made Jason's stomach, which had a sense of fulfillment just now, become hungry again.

"Fishbone Street, Fishbone Street!"

Jason muttered in a low voice.

He couldn't wait to get a snack.

However, he did not forget to search.

The entire room didn't need to be searched too carefully, and Jason saw a radio station blocked by a black curtain.

Jason didn't know anything about radio.

He just checked that there was no 'mysterious knowledge' on it, then turned around and walked outside.

He needs a professional.

Coincidentally, Edward and Bency are such people.

...

The back street branch of Black Pepper Street.

As soon as Jason entered the alley, he saw the car parked on the side of the road.

Likewise, the four people in the car also saw Jason.

"Here, the mask."

Little Bency rolled down the window and shouted.

Jason accelerated, opened the car door, and squeezed into the back seat abruptly. Griffin, who was sitting on the other side, directly showed a curled posture.

"It's really uncomfortable to have a back seat like this."

"If I'm rich, I'll start a car company."

"I want to make the car seat as comfortable as a sofa."

Griffin grumbled.

"Return to the car company?"

"If you run a car company, I'll research tires for you."

"Then make all your cars use my tires, and I'll give you some brochures full of advertisements next to each of your sofa chairs."

Bency grinned dismissively at Griffin.

However, as he talked, the little Bansi showed a hint of yearning.

"More food can be registered in the booklet."

The female pastry chef added.

The three involuntarily began to digress.

Edward looked at Jason, and immediately relieved after seeing Jason nod to indicate that everything was going well.

"Walk."

"Follow the route 'mask' said."

Edward said.

Little Bency immediately shut up and started the car as Edward said.

When people came to Walker's house, they saw Walker in a coma at a glance.

"Is he the 'middleman' of the 'Ghost Squad'?"

Edward, Bency Jr., and Griffin looked at each other carefully.

The fingers are delicate, and it is obvious that they have not touched knives, firearms, and have no fighting appearance.

Would such a person be the middleman of the 'Ghost Squad'?

The three were puzzled, but believed in Jason.

Then, when Jason pulled back the black curtain to reveal the radio station, that doubt was immediately gone.

"Military radio!"

Little Bansey exclaimed.

And before the exclamations fell, the radio rang

Drop, drop.