Chapter 7 'Luck Again and Again' Ermod

Listening to Jason's vowed words, if you don't look at the appearance of Jason wearing a hockey mask and holding a machete with a wide blade and a short handle, it is really quite convincing.

But when Brian was standing in front of Jason, looking directly at Jason wearing a hockey mask and holding a machete with a wide blade and a short handle, and with that tall and sturdy figure, the middle-aged man. Nian's father felt that the Jason in front of him no longer looked like an ordinary pervert or a serial killer.

Rather...

Perverted Murderer!

It is the kind of perverted murderer who has no goals, no commonalities, and is purely for killing, just like ordinary people eat and drink water.

Subconsciously, Brian took a step back again.

Jason wearing a mask put too much pressure on him.

He swears that in his working life, the most terrifying opponent he has encountered is not as pressured by the current Jason in front of him.

"Simple depiction?"

Brian said involuntarily, his hand was already on the lower waist.

He's going to be ready to draw a gun at any time.

At least when Jason swung the knife at him, he was able to protect himself.

"certainly!"

"I'm a realist writer!"

"As we all know, as a realist writer like me, wearing a mask and a machete is reasonable. Whenever it's quiet at night, I like to substitute myself into the corresponding characters, looking for inspiration... Is there anything wrong with this? ?"

Jason asked rhetorically.

Faced with such a rhetorical question, there was a burst of energy in Brian's chest and abdomen that was about to burst out.

Realist writer?

Looking for inspiration?

This kind of mask that makes him feel gloomy when he looks at it. Standing here, he can smell that kind of machete with a unique residual blood. Is it just a prop for you, a realist writer, to find inspiration?

Bullshit!

wrong!

Ghosts don't believe it either!

Just like you,

If the ghost sees you, they will retreat.

Thinking to the bottom of his heart, Brian began to back away towards the corridor door.

He is leaving.

He can't stay here any longer.

He was going to save his daughter.

As for Jason's 'hobby'?

For the safety of his daughter, he was prepared to act like he didn't see it.

"Nice to meet you, Jason."

"But, I have to leave."

Back in the corridor, Brian said.

"Together."

Jason said.

Brian should be going to save his daughter.

And he?

Of course it was hunting.

The deliciousness of the 'food' made him impatient.

Especially when he thought that after dark, he was sitting quietly at the dining table tasting 'food', and Jason's eyes filled with excitement.

You must know that when you taste 'food' in the dead of night, the taste of 'food' will be more delicious, including but not limited to instant noodles, barbecue, milk tea, spicy crayfish, hot pot, etc.

Saliva began to secrete involuntarily, and Jason couldn't help but began to swallow saliva.

Gudong.

The sound is clear.

So here comes the problem.

When you are standing in front of you, a man with a height of nearly 2 meters, an extremely strong body, wearing a hockey mask on his face, and holding a machete with a wide blade and a short handle in his hand swallows saliva at you, what will you do?

What the others did, Brian didn't know.

However, Brian quickly drew his gun.

The gun rushed down, not pointing directly at Jason, but that attitude already said everything.

Stop it, you murderer!

Come again, and I'll shoot!

Brian exuded such a breath all over his body.

And Jason?

"We have the same goal!"

Jason said with certainty.

"thanks."

After thanking him very sincerely, Brian opened the door directly.

Throughout the process, he kept the gun in one hand, opened the door with one hand, but faced Jason.

After the door opened, Brian didn't stop, and walked out.

Then, raise your hand to close the door directly, and roll to one side.

For a wooden door, Brian can be sure that as long as Jason wants to, he can directly smash it open, and he will not hand his safety to a man who looks extremely dangerous.

So, after a standard dodge, Brian jumped over the stair railing.

The door opened again.

Jason came out. He stood in the shadows and looked at Brian who was far away, and not only shook his head.

With such an action, the ice hockey mask is looming, and there is an indescribable feeling of hideousness and terror.

But Jason didn't realize it.

He thought it was normal.

He likes the freedom and comfort of wearing a mask.

For Brian's rejection?

Jason didn't take it to heart at all. Since the other party refused, he certainly wouldn't force it.

After all, he is also more used to acting alone.

The invitation just now was just a polite and compensatory inquiry after seeing the news provided by Brian.

He, Jason, doesn't take advantage of people for nothing.

But the other party refused, then it was not his problem.

call!

Thinking of this, Jason took a deep breath, and then spit it out heavily, a faint voice sounded from behind the mask—

"The world is dirty again!"

The next moment, this tall, strong figure was completely hidden in the evening light.

...

In the extended sedan, Elmod sat there calmly, with one hand on the armrest of the back of the chair and a glass of red wine in the other.

Aimode lightly pinched the glass column at the bottom of the glass with his fingers, and the fragrance in the wine was unconsciously emitted as his wrists trembled slightly.

Both sweet and slightly fruity.

The smell of alcohol is looming.

Ermod sniffed and frowned.

What he likes is spirits, the kind of spirits that are hot after a sip.

Then, drink half the bottle in one go.

However, he must now maintain his identity.

He's one of those little thugs who hang out on the streets, he has to have style.

At least, to let outsiders look like he has style.

That's what a big man should have, isn't it?

Therefore, even when he is alone, he must keep himself in this style.

Because this is what he has always dreamed of.

Even if he felt bad in his heart, he was happy with it.

Jingle Bell.

The phone rang.

Aimode glanced at a series of hidden numbers of **** above, and picked up the phone directly.

"I've done as you said."

Elmod said in a deep voice, there is no temptation.

His phone has been modified, and most of the numbers cannot be displayed*. Although there have been similar situations before, he has also dealt with them. The only person who can display similar numbers now is the insane imitator. .

"Well, I see it."

"You did a great job."

The voice changed by the voice changer rang from the receiver, and the other party's tone similar to that of a superior instructing a subordinate made Ermod hold the receiver's hand and clenched it unconsciously.

However, there was no trace of dissatisfaction in Ermod's voice.

"Can you give me those things back now?"

Elmod asked.

"certainly."

"You completed our deal."

"I will return these ledgers and videos to you as agreed."

"I wish us a happy cooperation."

"You can send someone now, but..."

"Aren't you willing to continue working with me?"

The other party stretched his tone, and even in the changed voice, there was a touch of playfulness.

"I don't want to!"

Aimode refused without hesitation.

He will not be attracted by such little tricks.

Really childish.

"It's a pity, I originally wanted to tell you some news about Speaker Dodd, but unfortunately..."

"and many more!"

"Dodd? Are you talking about the Dodd I know?"

Elmod, who had been indifferent the previous moment, sat up straight.

"Otherwise, is there a second Dodd in 'Cherry City'?"

The other party asked back.

And this time, Aimode said simply.

"Let's talk about the next cooperation thing."

Aymod naturally knew that this imitator had bad intentions.

However, the 'bait' thrown by the other party was really fragrant.

Fragrant to the extent that he had to face it.

Dodd, the Speaker of Cherry City, is a real big man, and the one who has been preventing him from entering Parliament.

Of course, this is not because of the integrity of this Dodd.

The filth of the other party is almost the same as his.

The reason for blocking is only because the one he supports is Dodd's biggest competitor.

Everyone in the parliament knows that the next speaker will be created between the one he supports and Dodd, and now Dodd has a considerable advantage.

If there is any 'accident' that wipes out such an advantage... that would be great.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Just like in the book, continue to introduce the client to that Jason?"

Elmod asked.

"Well, just like in the book, please continue to introduce the client to Mr. Jason. When you make Mr. Jason famous and gain a certain amount of wealth, I will complete the transaction."

"Please remember, don't pull the seedlings to encourage growth, and don't make up your own mind."

"What I want is exactly the same as in the book."

The changed voice said.

The other party paused here, and then spoke again.

"Of course, if you follow me next time, our transaction will be cancelled!"

After the other party finished speaking, he hung up the phone directly.

Beep, beep!

An electronic sound came from the receiver, and Amaud hung up the phone. He looked gloomily at an instrument connected to the phone. He was not sure how the other party knew that he had installed the tracker, just as he was not sure about the other party. How to know some of Dodd's 'handles'.

You know, he tried his best to find Dodd's handle.

But nothing!

Could it be deceiving me?

Ermod thought, but shook his head in the next moment.

probably not!

Since the other party can find my handle, it is reasonable to find Dodd's handle.

I couldn't find it, just because Dodd was wary of me and people related to me.

And an outsider came, naturally it was much easier.

Ermod made excuses for himself.

People will always stand on the angle that is beneficial to themselves and look at the good side.

Even if there are some problems, if you see them, you will turn a blind eye.

Because, this is... greed.

Exchanging high benefits for a very small price can really make people get carried away.

Ermod is no exception.

Even, he is extraordinarily greedy.

"This guy cares about being immersed in his own world, so Jason has become an indispensable part, if I control Jason in my hands..."

As if thinking of something, Elmod's face became more and more gloomy.

And at this moment-

Jingle Bell!

The phone rang again.

This time the number shown is his subordinate.

Moreover, it is still a confidant.

Therefore, Aimode did not hesitate and picked up the phone directly.

"What's up?"

Elmod asked very simply, if he knew that there was nothing wrong, this confidant would not call him.

"Someone attacked our base!"

Bang, bang!

In the words, bursts of gunshots sounded around, and the moment Ermod heard the gunshots, his heart tightened.

You know, there is not only a secret base for him but also one of his important sources of income.

In the event of an accident, he will suffer an unbearable burden.

"who is it?"

"Who attacked?"

Ermod roared, and his face became hideous with this low roar.

"Yes……"

boom!

Another gunshot, different from being around before, this time in my ear.

The voice stopped abruptly.

"What is it?"

"Say it!"

Amaud heard the gunshots, but he still hoped that his subordinates would be more vigorous and tell him the most important clues. Unfortunately, he could only hear the gasping sound of hehe, hehe in the receiver, which was the blood foam choking on the trachea. He wanted to speak, but was held back, completely breathless.

Everyone is in this state when they are dying.

Aymod knew that this man was finished.

More importantly, he will suffer unimaginable losses.

"Whoever you are!"

"You are dead!"

Ermod threatened.

"me too!"

"No matter who you are, I will kill you with my own hands, because you have done the most unforgivable thing, and I will use the methods I have learned in my long career to become your nightmare."

"I will find you one by one."

"Then, kill you one by one."

After speaking, Brian, who was in a hidden base somewhere in Ermod, dropped the phone in his hand.

Snapped!

The microphone collided with the landline, making a crisp sound.

The sound echoed in this empty room, and the corpses on the ground were stained with white powder. Soon, the white powder was soaked, turned bright red, and stuck to the corpse.

Brian didn't even look at these producers.

They don't deserve to die.

only……

Where is your daughter?

This was the most secret place he could find belonging to Ermod.

Brian, who was thinking, took out the bomb that he had prepared for a long time from his schoolbag, placed it on the table lightly, and then turned around and walked out.

Walking out of the door, Brian directly pressed the button.

boom!

The flames soared into the sky, and Brian walked in one direction without looking back.

There is the direction of Ermod's residence.

This father can't wait any longer.

He is ready to meet each other.

Then, have a good talk

On the other end of Cherry City, John shot the man in front of him.

This is a 'broker', not what he was looking for.

However, he did not lose the clue.

Just now he has tortured who this broker is.

In fact, at the very beginning, the other party directly threatened him with his own boss.

Aymod!

The big man in Cherry City!

John knew each other.

Therefore, in order to confirm, he tortured the 'agent' and confirmed the other party's words.

Since the 'broker' doesn't know who is behind the scenes, the boss of the 'broker' must know.

Thinking of this, John didn't stop and walked towards Ermod's residence.

Sitting in the car and returning to his residence, Aimod always felt frightened. Not only was one of his secret bases destroyed, but it seemed that something more terrifying was about to happen.

no!

I can't sit still!

I'm going to call in people!

Thinking of this, Imod raised his hand and went to get the phone, but before he could pick up the phone, the phone rang.

Jingle Bell!

The sudden sound of the phone made Ermod's frightened hands tremble.

He froze for a moment before picking up the phone.

Then--

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

"monster!"

"There are monsters!"