Chapter 11 The First 'Official' Contact

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It was just before the evening when Jason and Arras returned to Ang City on foot.

The two walked through the streets and alleys, avoiding various probes and patrol officers. When they came to the "fighting hall" that Arras called it, the sky was completely dark.

"right here!"

Arras pointed to an inconspicuous small doorway in the alley.

It is about three blocks away from the downtown TV station in Angcheng in a straight line. The name is 'Hot Coco Street' and there is a street next to it is 'Coco Street' - along the way, through the street signs, Jason compares the memory in his mind A map to get a general idea of ​​the surrounding streets.

Compared with the lively 'Cocoa Street' before, 'Hot Cocoa Street' is much quieter, let alone a back street.

The rubbish all over the floor, if it weren't for Arras' confirmation, Jason would think this is a garbage dump.

"This was originally a fight gym run by my grandfather and mother."

"But I'm not very good at taking care of it, and gradually no one came."

"I have tried my best to teach them every time, but why did they all disappear after only one visit?"

Alas said angrily.

Go all out?

Ordinary people, I am afraid that you will be beaten to death by one punch?

Even someone who has been trained for a long time will probably have to rest on a couch if they get punched by you?

Jason glanced at Arras' tall and strong body and immediately found the main reason.

However, he did not explain too much.

Not only because he didn't know what to say, but also because he was attracted by the "Fight Gym" sign.

'jj Fight Pavilion'

Under this huge font, there is a line of small characters. As a real fighter, even if you know that you will lose, you must have the courage to accept the challenge!

"A fighter?"

Jason muttered to himself.

"That was written by my grandfather,

At first he wanted to write 'gentleman', but his mother changed it into a fighter. "

"My grandfather kept saying he was an aristocrat—that's what he called himself. Mom never believed it."

Alas explained while pushing open the small door in front of him.

Yes, just push it away.

The door in front of you was unlocked.

Instead, he blocked the door with a heavy object.

As Arras pushed the 'squeak, squeak' friction sound kept ringing.

"The door lock was broken, so I blocked the door with a 500kg barbell."

Alas said, and walked into the fight gym as soon as he bent down.

Jason followed, and at a glance, he saw the huge barbell plate that was translated, one 25kg, 20 stacked in two stacks, just 500kg.

Then, Jason looked up at the fighting gym in front of him.

Much bigger and cleaner than expected.

Moreover, the facilities are also very complete. There are sandbags and rubber men for target shooting, as well as dumbbells, barbells, squat racks, and bench press racks for strength training. In the middle of the fighting hall are two rings.

One is one meter high, about 6 squares, with three steps up the ring, four ropes wrapped around it, and there is a thick felt on the surface of the ring, which is similar to the standard ring in Jason's impression.

The other is a cement-filled arena, which is twice as large as the previous arena, but has no ropes, no steps, and no felt.

There are several windows on the wall facing the two arenas.

"That's the practice arena and the actual combat arena."

"I usually go in and out from there."

Alas pointed to the window and said.

"Um."

"What was the salary for your previous mission?"

Jason asked after a nod.

"20000."

Arras subconsciously reported the exact number.

"Give you."

"It's your compensation."

Jason took the old 20,000 bill from his backpack and handed it to Arras.

That Thomas is dead, so naturally he can't be paid. Jason, who thinks he has messed up the mission of Arras, will naturally make up for it.

However, Arras shook his head again and again.

"I can't."

"If it wasn't for you, Jason, I'd just be dead!"

Alas said very firmly.

That firm look is not only in the face, but also in the eyes, Jason watched the persistence in the other party's good-looking Xinghe eyes.

Immediately, he nodded.

"yes?"

"That's the tuition fee."

Jason said so.

"tuition fee?"

Alas blinked, a little unresponsive.

"Does your family run a fight gym?"

"I want to learn more about fighting skills."

"Do you have to pay tuition fees?"

Jason had a serious expression on his face.

And in the bottom of my heart?

Jason was listening intently.

With such a big disturbance in the afternoon, Jason believed that the 'Refrigerator' organization would soon be able to come to the door.

After all, in a hurry, he left too many clues.

Not to mention the previous witnesses, the driver of the truck alone would have said everything.

Want to trust an arms dealer's tight-lipped promises?

It's not as good as believing that sugar is salty.

It is the nature of businessmen to seek profit.

And the merchants in some grey channel?

More cunning, cunning and ruthless that ordinary businessmen do not have.

But Jason didn't mind.

Because this is what he wants to see.

He wished the 'Refrigerator' organization knew about this.

Then, judge some things through the attitude of the 'refrigerator' organization.

These things include but are not limited to those weird and...official attitudes.

The fact that the 'Refrigerator' organization is official has been confirmed by Jason since the other party showed an extraordinary reaction speed.

Before the judgment is confirmed, it is naturally unknown.

And Jason didn't want to be involved in Arras, who fought with him and was willing to fight for him at a critical moment.

So, he chose to stay.

Of course, what he just said was not entirely an excuse.

In some ways, Jason really thinks so.

When facing the "Mansion" before, Jason felt his weakness once again.

As a core skill, the protection of evil is still lacking 4 points of excitement, and it is far away if it wants to improve.

The same other core skill, the Purus Griffin Body Refinement, is limited by the protection of evil, and it cannot be improved in a short period of time.

Therefore, Jason, who wants to increase his strength, can only look at other skills and secret techniques.

But with the premise of 'the excitement of not consuming food', Jason has almost no choice.

He has already improved the remaining skills and secret techniques to the level that requires the excitement of food to improve.

Therefore, he naturally thought of the way of self-cultivation.

For him, who has a unique talent for training and exercise, Jason believes that training skills and secret techniques should not be too bad.

Before, he just didn't have time, but now that he has a certain amount of time, he naturally won't waste it.

not to mention……

There are also sparring partners like Arras!

In the battle just now, Arras has shown extremely powerful unarmed fighting ability.

Especially the refreshing and heroic way of hitting makes Jason even more excited.

Of course, if time permits, he will also strengthen his swordsmanship.

Jason still has considerable confidence in swordsmanship.

Since he can possess a secret technique such as the Sword of Dawn, it is enough to prove that he has a talent for swordsmanship. There is only one possible way to learn the various discomforts before!

Well, it must be the wrong way of learning, not my talent!

Jason stood firm in his beliefs.

Arras did not know this.

She only heard that Jason was going to learn fighting skills.

That means...

Jason will stay!

"real?!"

Arras looked at Jason ecstatically.

When Jason nodded again, Arras took the money from Jason's hand, and then wanted to give Jason a hug.

But it was avoided by Jason.

Arras was stunned for a while, and then he stopped paying attention to these trivial details, but said sternly, "The school system of the Fighting Hall is month, quarter and year, Jason, which one are you going to start from."

As the heir to the fight gym, she considers herself qualified.

As for bounty hunters?

That's a part-time job!

Part-time job for survival!

She wouldn't be a bounty hunter if she could make ends meet with a fight gym.

At this moment, both hoped that Jason would stay longer, and hoped that Jason would learn more skills through a long period of training, Alas looked at Jason with anticipation.

She wanted Jason to say years.

You must know that without long-term training, it is difficult to see any results in fighting.

It's just that Jason didn't change his original idea because of Arras' hope.

"A month."

Jason replied.

He's only been here for a month, no more is useless.

Immediately, Arras was full of disappointment, but the next moment returned to normal.

"One month's tuition is..."

"The money is yours."

"I need to live here, and... to eat."

Jason interrupted Arras.

Arras subconsciously wanted to say that he covered room and board.

However, she inexplicably recalled the appearance of Jason swallowing an energy bar in the afternoon.

Very wise, Arras swallowed the 'board and lodging'.

"I'll find you a quilt."

"There are many rooms upstairs, you can choose by yourself."

"The bathroom is on the first floor."

"You can also use it on the second floor."

Alas walked upstairs as he spoke.

Jason didn't leave, but walked carefully to the window. Instead of being directly exposed to the glass, he measured his body and stood in the shadows, looking out the window.

He had just heard a slightly harsh braking sound.

Through the window, Jason saw the familiar black muscle car.

Park across the main street from 'Hot Cocoa Street'.

However, no whole group got out of the car.

only one person.

Jason saw each other in the morning.

"Choose acquaintances to temporarily ease the relationship?"

"That is to say, the 'refrigerator' group is not absolute genocide."

"In the face of a powerful presence, he will also choose to compromise."

"if it is like this……"

Jason thought of this, and after reconfirming that the other party appeared alone, he immediately had some thoughts.

...

Edmond stepped out of the car with a dazed expression on his face.

Why is he here?

He should be off work.

He should be on vacation.

Instead of showing up here to meet the dangerous 'masked man', he should have taken his ticket to board the plane now.

‘Since you have put forward such an excellent and reasonable suggestion, you are naturally the best person to contact him. ’

‘Not going? ’

‘If you don’t go, you will be demoted to D-rank. ’

'This is not the first time a mission has been refused. ’

'The number of rejections you have is enough to demote you. ’

Edmond recalled the conversation he had just had with the supervisor in his mind, and the daze finally dissipated, and a look of grimness appeared on his face.

"Everywhere is dead... or you'll betray!"

As soon as such an idea appeared, it disappeared without a trace.

First of all, what the supervisor said was the truth. As a senior C-level, he refused several missions with his own rights (it turned out that his rejection was correct, and all those missions had no return), Although this is a C-level right, this right still has a limit on the number of times. If it wasn't for the help of his supervisor, he would have already become a D-level person who was not treated as well as a dog.

Second, he has accumulated nearly ten years of salary, and he has just made a down payment to buy a house and a car. If he just gave it up... he was reluctant.

Although he will need to repay the loan every month for the next twenty-nine years and eleven months, those days can be described as dark, but looking at his house and car, he is a little relieved.

Maybe this is life?

Painful and happy.

Thinking of this, Edmond sighed and walked towards the back alley of Hot Cocoa Street.

According to the information, the 'masked man' and the female bounty hunter named Arras returned to the fighting gym that belongs to the female bounty hunter.

Walking to the back alley, Edmond strode forward, ignoring the rubbish.

Even worse scenes, he has seen.

Trash in front of you?

Really nothing.

Even, to a certain extent, it is really heaven.

This door is so small!

Glancing at the sign of the fight hall, Edmond commented on the door in front of him. After finishing his coat, he raised his hand and knocked on the door.

Boom, boom, boom!

No one answered.

Boom, boom, boom!

Edmond increased the tapping.

And this time, someone finally answered.

However, not from behind the door.

Rather...

behind.

"Who are you looking for?"

When Jason made a low-pitched voice, the blade of the wide-bladed short-handled machete was attached to the side of Edmond's neck.

When the icy blade pressed against his neck, Edmond immediately raised his hands.

Then, he spoke very quickly and clearly.

"I'm looking for Lord Jason."

"I have no malice."

"I'm here on behalf of 'Asylum'."

Shelter?

The official name of 'refrigerator'?

Jason thought, and the hand holding the knife moved slightly.

Suddenly, the blade advanced a little.

Immediately, the epidermis of Edmond's neck was cut.

At the moment when the skin on his neck was cut, the senior C-level personnel immediately took advantage of his rich experience. His knees softened and he fell directly to the ground.

"Do not kill me."

"I cooperate."

"Please ask."

After speaking, it seems that such words are not convincing.

Edmond added immediately, "I still have twenty-nine years and eleven months to pay off the mortgage, please let me go and let me complete the most important mission in my life - owning a house of my own. , build your own home.”

"As long as you are willing to let me go, I will tell you everything you want."

"Do you think you need eyes and ears?"

"I used to be a Secret Service agent, and I'm very good at gathering intelligence."

Edmond, who was kneeling there, said with tears in his eyes.

Jason didn't look at Edmond again, his brows were slightly wrinkled, and there was a coldness in his eyes.

Because, at this moment, a rather malicious gaze is watching him.

at……

Alley mouth.