Chapter 5 Start!

The sudden sound of gunfire interrupted the young man with the mustache.

He lowered his head and looked at his chest that was penetrated by the bullet. The blood had already dyed his shirt red, and it was still smudged. Out of instinct, he turned his head, he wanted to see who fired the gun.

Dyeing red, he saw John.

John, in a black suit and white shirt, held a gun and pointed it at his forehead.

"Wait……"

boom!

Another shot.

However, this shot was aimed at the forehead.

The bullet penetrated between the eyebrows, and the young man with the mustache fell directly to the ground.

And the gunfire didn't stop.

Bang bang bang!

The quick three shots, the three accomplices wearing knitted hats, thin and strong, lost their mobility.

Then?

Bang, bang!

Two more shots, the two thin, knitted hats fell to the ground.

Only the strong man remained.

"Don't, don't kill me!"

"We're just hired!"

"We're just hired!"

The strong man emphasized.

"Who hired you?"

Jason asked.

"do not know."

"He'll call us on something, and then we'll get paid for completing the task..."

The sturdy man shook his head and pointed to a cell phone on the table, then he saw John raise the gun in his hand.

Immediately,

The man struggled and shouted loudly.

"Don't kill me, I didn't kill your dog!"

"It's just a bar...!"

boom!

John pulled the trigger straight away.

Still eyebrows.

"She's not just a dog, she's everything to me!"

John said coldly, and then fired four more shots at the four corpses on the ground.

After confirming that the four people couldn't die any longer, he picked up the mobile phone on the table, turned on the received phone, and looked at the phone marked with ********, but John didn't dial it.

He sat on the sofa and waited quietly.

He believed that the other party would call again.

As long as the other party wants to continue to reproduce "Cross Street Stalker", they will definitely call.

In fact, the other party called faster than John expected.

Just ten minutes later—

Jingle Bell!

The phone rang.

After John connected a palm-sized machine to his phone, the call was connected.

"asshole!"

"What do you eat?"

"I just let you guys dispose of the body and put the dog there! There! Not kill it!"

As soon as he picked up the phone, there was a roar from the receiver.

It was a very angry roar.

"Um."

John didn't speak in any real sense, just answered vaguely.

"I tell you!"

"You have no chance!"

"I'm looking for new recruits!"

"Not you bunch of disobedient shit!"

After the voice on the other side finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

However, this was enough for John.

He looked at the data uploaded by the machine in his hand, and after a few simple operations, he confirmed where he should go next.

John got up and walked out.

Jason had just returned to the vicinity of Apartment 3A at this time.

The speed of the policeman driving was too slow compared to John's driving speed.

Moreover, the other party seems to have slowed down on purpose.

There is no doubt that this should be the arrangement of the sheriff.

"Guessed that the killer was trying to reproduce "Stalker of the Cross Street", so he 'controlled' my protagonist and slowed down my speed, so as to contain the 'killer' and gain more time and initiative?"

Jason thought silently.

Since he can guess it, David can also guess it.

Jason never doubted the intelligence of a sheriff.

After all, it's impossible to be a front-line sheriff who is on the scene.

And the other party's approach?

Jason is in favor.

There is no doubt that the current 'killer' has substituted himself into it, and he has become the 'protagonist' in his book. The two need to interact all the time so that the plot of the whole book can be promoted.

Once one of them fails to keep up, the interaction will naturally stop.

only……

Will the other party stop the interaction so easily?

Even if he is 'passive' to stop.

Will the other party have other arrangements?

There must be!

Since the other party is already going to reproduce "Cross Street Stalker", it will naturally take into account all aspects, and will not be 'dragged' just like that.

So, what would it be?

"parking!"

Jason, who was thinking, suddenly spoke.

squeak!

In the friction between the tires and the ground, the car stopped steadily on the side of the road.

The police officer driving the car looked at Jason suspiciously.

Jason pointed out the window.

There is a fast food stall there.

Although he is thinking, Jason's eyes will not miss the "target" that has been set, especially this "target" is still related to food.

"You want a hot dog?"

The police officer was stunned for a while, and his face did not respond.

"Of course."

"Apart from the one that attracted me, could it be anything else?"

Jason pushed the door and got out of the car.

The policeman wanted to stop him subconsciously, and he raised his hands before he came to his senses. He just sent Jason back, not escort.

Jason is not a criminal.

This is a fact.

Immediately, the policeman swallowed the words that came to his lips.

Jason ignored the police officers behind him, attracted by the smell of grilled hot dogs, sandwiches, orange juice, and fat house water.

"what do you need?"

"Hot dog? Sandwich? Or fat house water, orange juice?"

A fat boss with three chins propped up on the countertop and pointed to the price list next to him.

The price list is in the style of a small light box, and the lights are not turned on in the afternoon.

Grilled hot dogs: 2.5.

Sandwich: 3.0.

Fat house water: 2.0.

Orange Juice: 2.0.

...

A total of four things, the price is clear.

"Ten hot dogs, ten sandwiches, five fat house water, and orange juice."

"Fat house water with ice."

Jason reported the proper amount of afternoon tea according to his own food intake, and emphasized it.

The fat boss glanced at the police car across the road with a look of surprise on his face.

"Are you going to follow?"

"That's why you buy food for two people for a whole day?"

"Don't worry, leave it to me."

"Bob is a partner of justice."

As the fat boss said, he walked to the stove next to him and got busy.

Jason didn't mean anything to explain.

Right now, he only cares about food.

Moments later, when the food was ready, the fat boss handed it to Jason.

"75 bucks."

"Thank you for your patronage."

said the fat boss.

Jason took out his wallet, carefully pointed out 75 yuan and handed it to the other party, then turned and walked towards the police car.

"come on!"

The fat boss made a cheering gesture behind Jason.

"Um."

"After closing the stall in the evening, watch the news."

Jason said as he walked, without the slightest pause in his footsteps.

"what?"

The fat boss asked suspiciously, but this time, Jason didn't answer any more, but boarded the police car.

"Are you going to close down for writing?"

The police officer looked at Jason who was carrying a lot of food and couldn't help asking.

"Normal afternoon tea."

Jason replied, and then directly took out a hot dog.

This is a corn dog.

It is a hot dog wrapped in corn syrup and deep-fried. It has both the meaty taste and the sweetness of corn. The fat boss also added some chocolate and took a bite. The slightly thick cocoa taste and the sweetness of corn rushed directly to the taste buds. , and when the teeth touched the ham meat, there was a hint of elasticity, and then, pop, the casing was torn, and the gravy shot out directly in the mouth.

Not pure pork intestines, but chicken based, with some fish added.

Delicious without losing the texture.

good.

I didn't expect anything in vain.

Jason commented.

After eating a hot dog, Jason picked up the sandwich.

It's a common ham sandwich with fried eggs, cheese slices and ham slices.

However, unlike ordinary ham sandwiches, the fat boss chose beer ham as the main ingredient.

As soon as the slight salty taste and cheese merged, there was an immediate reaction for a few seconds.

The fried eggs and soft bread slices that are fried to crispy on both sides add more than one layer of texture to the sandwich.

Uh-huh.

Jason ate two in a row and couldn't help nodding.

Goo-dong, goo-dong.

belch!

Taking a sip of a glass of fat house water, he burped.

Do you need to say more about fat house water?

Lying there, drinking it one by one, when the hiccups came out, the soul seemed to be sublimated.

Orange juice is squeezed from oranges, so it's pretty fresh.

"Can visit for a second time."

Jason thought.

The police officer driving the car kept looking at Jason through the rearview mirror.

Undoubtedly, this police officer is the first time he has seen someone who eats so fast.

Even though it was only less than 200 meters away, I was still riding in a car, but I ate a hot dog, two sandwiches, a glass of fat house water and a glass of orange juice, and, looking at Jason's appearance, it seemed that he didn't stop. mean.

Is that one really so delicious?

The policeman couldn't help but guess, but he made up his mind that after delivering Jason in a while, he would buy some to try.

The car stopped again.

"Please pay attention to safety."

"You should also be targeted."

"But don't worry, we will protect you."

After the police officer finished his routine, he made Jason unexpectedly point to the car in the distance.

No more hiding?

wrong!

Not only is it no longer hidden, but it is still on display!

This is putting pressure on the 'killer'!

Said that if you want to 'reappear', you have to break through his blockade?

Are you putting all the pressure on yourself?

Jason couldn't help thinking about the smiling face of the middle-aged sheriff.

Undoubtedly, the other party is more reliable than imagined.

Also, quite cunning.

Jason is beyond the perception of ordinary people, but he can clearly perceive that in the garden behind the apartment, a room on the second floor, and the next door to his room on the third floor, all eyes are locked on him.

These eyes are full of vigilance, not malicious.

Obviously, this is the real stalker.

that car?

Nature is bait.

"thanks."

After Jason expressed his thanks, he walked towards the 3rd floor with the rest of the food.

Of course, Jason eats as he walks.

But in order to be inconspicuous, he controlled himself very well.

It wasn't until after entering the room that he opened his mouth—

call!

The airflow surged, and Jason, who opened his mouth, seemed to open a black hole, and the remaining food in his hand was directly swept away.

"really!"

"Food should be eaten in big gulps!"

Jason muttered to himself.

Then, while turning on the TV, he took out the "Stalker of the Cross Street" from his bedroom and study, and started flipping through it again.

He always felt like he was missing something.

Time passed by minute by minute.

The westward sun began to slowly set.

At about a quarter past four, Jason raised his head and looked at the door.

A person is approaching the third floor.

The opponent's footsteps are not in a hurry, and they are extremely calm.

After a few seconds—

Boom, boom, boom.

"Hello, is this Mr. Jason?"

After the knock on the door, a polite voice sounded.

Jason walked over and opened the door.

At the door, stood a middle-aged and elderly man in a tuxedo and white gloves.

The other party has gray hair, a pocket watch chain hanging down from his chest, and his face is polite and rigid, which is very in line with people's image of a housekeeper.

"Hello, Mr. Jason."

"I'm Mr. Armod's housekeeper."

"Mr. Armod wants to meet you."

"Of course, I won't let you stay away. It's downstairs. Similarly, I will compensate you for the delay... Please promise that my master and I have no malicious intentions."

The old butler spoke politely.

After finishing speaking, he bowed to Jason.

Looking at the old butler who bowed and saluted, Jason frowned.

He subconsciously thought of the protagonist of "Stalker in Cross Street", after finding the landlord's dog, he helped a husband find evidence of his wife's extramarital affair.

Is this husband Ermod?

Jason thought about it, and at the same time, he also understood the other party's response at this time.

Press people with power!

Jason doesn't know who Elmod is, but Jason can be sure that this Elmod is definitely rich or expensive.

Needless to say, just look at the other's housekeeper.

A person who can afford such a qualified housekeeper naturally has a pivotal position in the 'Cherry City'.

And such a big man is enough to make the middle-aged sheriff's various arrangements come back in vain.

Is this your way of coping?

it's actually very good!

Jason said something in his heart, and said to the old housekeeper in front of him, "Yes."

"Thank you so much!"

"Please come with me."

The old butler showed joy on his face, and after bending over to salute again, he walked straight ahead and led the way.

As the old housekeeper said, Jason will not be kept away.

In fact, the meeting place with that Mr. Armod was downstairs.

An elongated, silver-white car was parked there.

Even people who don't know cars can feel expensive when they see this car.

Of course, that's not all.

Two black cars were parked in front of and behind the silver-white extended car, and six bodyguards wearing sunglasses stood on either side of the convoy, with their backs to the cars and facing both sides.

Sunglasses blocked his view, but Jason could feel the scrutiny.

As soon as he appeared, this kind of scrutiny followed.

Obviously, that Elmod's bodyguard is not a slapstick.

But Jason is more interested in that Mr. Armaud!

because--

He smelled 'food'!