Chapter 111 Food Delivered to Your Mouth... Delicious!

The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and there was no laughter, but he was indeed laughing.

"Jason what are you laughing at?"

The female pastry chef asked subconsciously.

"I'm praising the deliciousness of 'food'."

Jason jumped out of the carriage, and then said to the female pastry chef, "Stay in the car and don't get off."

After speaking, without waiting for the female pastry chef to answer, he strode towards the veteran station.

The closer he got, the more he couldn't hold back the smile on Jason's face.

In the same way, the scent became stronger and stronger.

I thought it was an appetizer, but it turned out to be a big meal!

Gudong.

Jason swallowed. He restrained his hunger. After telling himself again that "waiting will make the food more delicious", he looked at the three people in front of the veteran's station.

The three of them are no strangers, and they have seen them beside Old Teddy.

Apparently, this is the man Old Teddy sent to investigate the Veteran's site.

"Your Excellency Jason."

The leading man gestured to Jason.

Then, after Jason nodded in response, the trio got into action.

In fact, if they hadn't seen Jason, they would have been in the Veteran Site long ago.

Veteran site, you can guess by listening to the name.

This is a club.

Serving veterans.

Of course, ordinary soldiers are not eligible to enter, at least officers at the rank of second lieutenant or above.

From the outside, it is no different from the Veterans Hospital.

It's just that one is pure white, and the other is a warmer light yellow.

Squeak!

The door was pushed open.

The three members of the Prous family walked in in a row.

A yellow gem appeared in the first person's hand and whispered in his mouth.

The second person is holding two submachine guns.

What appeared in the third person's hand was a grenade.

Obviously, the Pruss family has already adapted to how to integrate the "mysterious side" into the world of gunpowder.

Step, step.

Squeak, squeak.

The boots stepped on the floor inside the door, and the floor immediately made an overwhelmed sound. The leader's remarks did not stop, while the second and third people looked to both sides.

The halls of the entire veteran site were empty.

Beside the ping-pong table and pool table, rackets and clubs were scattered everywhere, and several newspapers that should have been posted on the ground were tilted up due to the wind pouring in from the door and wrapped around the chairs that were not sitting.

"Safety!"

"Safety!"

The second and third people spoke in succession.

The first person kept repeating the picture in his mouth, holding the topaz in one hand and making a gesture with the other to continue the examination.

But just as the two were ready to act, the power light of the radio on the table in the distance suddenly turned on.

Stab it!

squeak!

The sharp sound of electric current suddenly sounded, exceeding the unbearable decibels of ordinary people, and immediately caused the second and third people to show pain, and the first person's pictures and words stopped for a while.

Although only for a while!

But the invisible force field suddenly revealed flaws.

"whee!"

A child's laughter appeared.

The voice came from deep in the corridor on one side of the hall.

Accompanied by laughter, there were brisk footsteps.

Obviously, the laughing child is approaching here.

The face of the first member of the Prous family suddenly changed. When he sensed that some unspeakable fear was beginning to erode his sanity, he immediately shouted: "Retreat! Retreat!"

The second and third people immediately stepped back.

The first person also turned around and ran.

but--

boom!

The door that was supposed to be open behind him just closed.

Not only was it closed, but three rattan sticks the thickness of the index fingers hung down from the ceiling like this, silently pinched around the necks of the three of them, and snapped them away.

crunch.

The crisp sound was accompanied by a suffocating ha, ha.

Then, everything became quiet again.

...

Jason followed behind the three of the Prouss family and walked into the veteran station.

But when he passed through the door, the three people who were clearly following in front disappeared immediately.

In front of him was an empty hall.

There are ping pong tables and pool tables.

The floor was full of scattered newspapers, the tables and chairs were messy, and there were wine bottles on many tables.

Most are just opened wines.

A few have half left.

It can be seen that the people at the Veteran Site are particularly fond of wine.

While Jason was checking, on the table not far away, the power light of the radio suddenly turned on. Just when the harsh electric sound was about to sound, Jason raised his hand and shot.

boom!

At a distance of less than 10 meters, the power of the shotgun was brought to the extreme.

Immediately, the radio was beaten to a pulp.

"whee!"

The children's laughter echoed in the distant room, and there were bursts of footsteps, which seemed to be running towards here from the end of the corridor.

Jason raised a grenade in his hand.

Ding!

Griphook fell to the ground, and the grenade flew deep into the corridor.

The sound of footsteps that should have been approaching immediately turned into a distant escape.

but--

boom!

After the grenade exploded and the shrapnel splashed, everything was quiet again.

A rattan with the thickness of a finger appeared silently behind Jason, winding towards Jason's neck, but before it touched Jason's neck, he was caught by Jason, who had already smelled a faint fragrance. I grabbed it in my hand.

Grabbing the vine with his left hand, Jason wrapped it around his wrist several times in a row, and then pulled it down hard.

Stab it!

It was like the sound of cloth being split, and the vine, which was more than three meters long, was pulled down just like that.

There was a big hole in the ceiling, as if this vine was growing on the ceiling.

Whoo, whoo!

The open window behind the door was blowing cold wind into the hall.

The sound of the wind echoed in the dark ceiling.

It was as if an invisible monster was lurking there, ready to choose someone to devour.

Jason glanced at it, and began to collect the newspapers on the ground, as well as the ceiling that had just fallen.

The newspaper is on the bottom and the wooden board is on the top, as the lighter is lit.

A simple bonfire appeared.

Then?

After the torn vines were rinsed with the wine on the side, Jason directly ripped off the legs of the chair on the side, acting as an iron drill, wrapping the vines with the thickness of the index finger around it and starting the barbecue.

After a while, the scent of plants began to permeate the hall.

Although there is no seasoning, the rinsing of spirits gives this vine a hint of spiciness.

It tastes even more crunchy and crisp, a bit like eating grilled kelp.

In a crunching sound.

The whirring of the wind continued.

Jason frowned.

The steaming food, blown by the cool wind, is really not tasty enough.

He stood up straight and walked to the door, raised his hand and closed the door...

Then, he pulled over a table and pushed it against the door.

No one wants to escape!

It's all mine!

Jason smiled, but the whole hall became more and more quiet.

All that was left was the popping and chewing of the flames.

【Devouring the Touch of Dark Coconut! 】

[Physical strength and energy are moderately recovered! 】

【Satisfaction +2】

...

Squeak, squeak.

A figure in a wheelchair appeared at the other end of the hall.

The other party turned the wheel and slowly approached Jason.

He couldn't see his face clearly, but there was an unpleasant snort from the other's mouth.

Some seem out of breath.

But more like a struggle.

Dying struggle.

However, the voice still came.

"What is equality?"

"What is equality?"

"What is equality?"

The other party seemed to be questioning Jason.

And with the questioning, the feeling of being out of breath disappeared, but instead brought up a roar, like the roar of a beast.

boom!

The shotgun's muzzle blazed.

The roaring stopped abruptly.

The figure sitting in the wheelchair stared blankly at his body that had been beaten into a sieve, and there was a hint of disbelief in his eyes.

Then--

Bang, bang!

Shotgun fire in a series of fires.

The huge impact force on the projectile, just like that, the figure sitting in the wheelchair who was about to appear in the hall was punched back.

The other party was very unwilling.

want to struggle.

But useless.

After Jason, who remembered the "Griffin Shooting", fired another grenade, the grenade landed in the opponent's arms just right and exploded.

boom!

The wheelchair and the figure in the wheelchair are torn apart.

"Under the muzzle, all living beings are equal."

Jason said lightly, his eyes looking at the hole in the ceiling.

After the figure on the wheelchair was blown to pieces, he smelled a stronger fragrance, which came from the hole.

It stands to reason that the ceiling on the first floor should be the second floor.

However, from him there was nothing but pitch black.

'Food' is in it.

That……

What else is there to say?

Jason walked to the spirits he had collected earlier, and they were neatly stacked on a table, each of which was sealed, and a piece of newspaper that served as a lead was exposed.

After lighting, Jason threw these specially made cocktails into the dark hole.

One bottle, two bottles, three bottles...

At first the pitch-black holes devoured these Molotov cocktails.

Molotov cocktails, which were supposed to be powerful, didn't even show a spark.

However, over time.

After Jason threw more Molotov cocktails in, the flames began to appear.

And once the flames appeared, the darkness was immediately swallowed up.

A monster as tall as a person and full of vines appeared in the darkness.

It kept beating the flames on itself with the cane.

But the more you beat with the rattan, the more vigorously the flame burns.

Then, it rolled down from the dark hole.

boom!

With a muffled sound, it just fell to Jason's feet.

But Jason didn't even look at the monster.

The taste has already been told to him.

what is real.

what is false.

He turned his head slightly, and a thorny vine just wiped his cheek.

Jason raised his hand to grab the vine and pulled it hard again.

It's like pulling the curtain.

The whole ceiling just fell off.

The real 'food' also appeared in front of Jason for the first time.

It was a ball the size of a water tank. It hung on the top floor of the Veteran's Station, and vines spread out from its body. People, there are not only the three members of the Prous family, but also the veterans of the veteran station. They are like the colorful flags hanging in the house during festivals.

But there is no joy.

Only death!

Roar!

The 'food' that revealed its body was extremely annoyed.

It roared furiously, and its tentacle-like vines dropped the prey it got, like snakes fluttering above Jason's head, and then the arrows from the strings stabbed towards Jason one after another.

Jason didn't panic, raised his hand and pointed--

Yi!