Chapter 63 What Happened

Jason was used to Peters knowing everything.

Although he doesn't understand.

But without explanation, Jason thinks it's a good thing.

Following the scent, Jason walked briskly on the port at night.

The guy just now was only contaminated with the scent of the food, not the real owner of 'food'.

But Jason doesn't care.

He's here to clean up some 'vermin' for his cousin.

He came to take revenge from his own dog.

Therefore, he is eager to find more people of the "Abrasive Society".

As for interrogation?

Too much trouble.

He didn't want to know those things.

No time to know those things either.

He only needs to know to follow the breath of 'food', find these people, and then chop them one by one, and that's it.

Yes?

Gerald will handle it.

Jason believed in Gerrard's abilities.

Just as he believed in his keen sense of 'food'.

Pier Chalet.

This is the resting place of the dock overseer during the day.

At night, it is the place where the other party rests.

Leaning against the wooden wall, the overseer sitting on the bed was saving up for today's deductions.

"170 del..."

"These guys have been a little slack lately."

"How dare you not work hard for me, Lord Root."

"I'm going to smoke some more tomorrow.

"

"And those foremen, asking them to find some children, it's so troublesome."

The reduction in coins and the unfinished mission made Root annoyed.

He grabbed the wine beside him and gulps it down.

Goo-dong, goo-dong.

puff!

Root, who was drinking, suddenly stopped, his head was stiff and slowly lowered, and his eyes stared at the protruding knife tip on his chest in disbelief.

There is clearly a wall behind me!

Before dying, Root was still thinking.

Jason drew his knife without hesitation and left.

This is also a person who is contaminated with food.

As for entering?

Jason's nose tells Jason that there is nothing worth caring about in it.

What's more, he had already seen everything inside through the window.

"Next!"

With a flick of the blood on the blade, Jason fell into the darkness of the night.

The sea breeze blows over the Hans harbour at night.

Cozy and comfortable.

The hand like a goddess brushed the pearl around her neck.

Unconsciously attract attention.

Hans Harbor, known as the 'Pearl' of the Federation... Before Jason arrived.

This 'Pearl' is bright and eye-catching.

At least on the surface.

But with Jason's arrival, the dazzling, dazzling darkness was like pus in a pustule. With a puff, it was squeezed out, spraying the face of the hidden "Abrasive Society".

Tapping.

A pair of bounty hunter Nealec was running fast in the corridor.

This made the guests of the Fat Head Fish Hotel scolded their origins one after another.

Some impatient people even stood up to watch the door.

However, after seeing the long sword and musket on Alec's waist, he wisely shrank back, closed the door, and lay on the bed again.

People want to live.

You have to follow your heart.

The less trouble, the better.

to live long.

If it was normal, Alec would definitely brag about it, which was his favorite thing to do.

Half is camouflage.

half?

It is true.

But today, Alec didn't bark at all.

He ran towards the door with a gloomy face.

7 Contact Points!

Including the most secret one!

I just lost contact!

Gerald's revenge?

impossible!

Even Gerrard would find at most one or two points of contact, but it was absolutely impossible to find that hidden point of contact.

What's more, once Gerrard used a large number of people, he couldn't hide it from them.

"Damn!"

"What's going on?"

With doubts, Alec pushed open the door of the hotel.

Then,

Knife light flashed!

Alec, who was caught off guard, never expected to be attacked when he opened the door.

However, as one of the leaders of the 'Abrasive Society' who can be in charge of many contact points, he naturally has something special. The long sword around his waist is unsheathed with a clang.

Whoosh!

Changji stabbed at the attacker faster than a machete.

Looking at the attacker who covered his face with a hockey mask, Alec sneered.

He has full confidence that the opponent will close the knife and block.

And just block it!

He wins!

You must know that although he is best at Jin, the ultimate move is not the long sword in his hand!

The killing intent in his heart made the long sword in Alec's hand faster.

Then, the long sword pierced the chest of the attacker wearing the ice hockey mask in front of him.

The short-handled wide-blade machete in the opponent's hand also swept past Alec's neck.

puff!

Alec widened his eyes.

Why?

You are not following a routine!

Are you not afraid of death?

Until death, the leader of the 'Abrasive Society' did not close his eyes.

Jason pulled out the long sword that the opponent had stabbed into his chest.

Clang!

Clang!

The long sword was thrown to the ground by Jason, and there was the sound of metal landing behind him.

It was a dagger.

A dagger that smells of food.

The weakest of the three food smells that Jason tracked.

The richer the breath, the more lasting it is.

Naturally, it is to be traced from the lightest strand.

"Space control?"

Jason held the unusually sharp dagger and licked it without hesitation.

Icy cold.

There is sweetness.

But more of a milky flavor.

Little pudding?

Jason sucked hard.

Immediately, the unusually sharp dagger rotted away.

[Swallow a fairly small amount of Swamp Hunter (Essence)]

[Physical strength, experienced moderate recovery]

[Satisfaction +4]

[Satisfaction: 19]

...

The fatal damage just now consumed 3 points of satiety healing, and the 4 points at the moment made up for the consumption in an instant, and there was an extra 1 point.

Jason glanced, not too excited.

Because, he is very clear, the real big head is behind.

It's just the weakest one.

Two more!

With his nose twitching, Jason followed the breath of the food and walked quickly again.

At this moment, the 'Sanctuary' hidden by the 'Abrasive Society' in Hans Harbor is completely messed up.

"what happened?"

"Why did the mental imprints disappear one by one?"

"Where's Alec?"

"Where did Alec go?"

Blatter, the bishop of the Church whose prayer was interrupted, shouted angrily.

The sound shook the entire secret room, trembling.

Dust fluttered down.

But none of the people around dared to dodge, let the dust fall on them, and their bodies stood up straight.

Until Blatter's voice fell.

A valet said tremblingly:

"Sir Bishop..."

"Lord Alec's spiritual imprint has also disappeared."

"what?"

The bishop was taken aback.

The angry brain suddenly woke up.

Subconsciously, the other party thought of a person: Gerald.

"What is Gerald doing?"

The bishop asked directly.

"Gerald did not leave 111 Durham Street and our 'alarm bell' did not go off."

"The harbour's guards, the army did not move either."

The attendant reported.

"Then what happened to these disappearing mental imprints?"

"How did they get exposed?"

"Did someone smell them and find them?"

The bishop roared, and the people around were silent again.

However, the next moment, the bishop said directly:

"Transfer! Everyone will be transferred immediately!"

Everyone acted quickly as if they had been granted amnesty.

And at this time,

The door of the secret room.

But slowly opened.

Squeak!

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