When his neck and the slippery
“rope” came into contact with each other, Jason instinctively raised his hands to grab hold of this
His movement was swift and accurate!
Naturally, this was Jason’s
“daily training” coming to fruition.
As what people should know, having a gun pointed at the back of their heads was not the only situation that postmen would expect to face. It was also extremely common for them to be strangled from behind; the latter situation far exceeded the number of the former.
After all, things like ropes were always more easily obtainable compared to firearms.
But even with an instinctive reaction, when the moment the
"I’m all right, Your Lordship!”
Having freed himself from the restraint of the rope, the young man speedily regained a calm composure. A revolver appeared in his hands, and he too aimed it right at the big clock.
A few seconds later, the dust, that was sent flying all about in a flurry because of the fall of the big clock, rapidly dispersed. When Jason had a clear view of the interior of the big clock, he learned that it was inlaid with a large amount of
“minced meat” from the shrapnel. That was when he let out a small sigh of relief.
It was very clear that the food had been damaged to a certain degree, but it was still safe enough.
It was not something unacceptable at all to Jason.
Whether food was safe for consumption, or not, was equally important to how good it tasted.
And it would be best if both were included.
The sounds of many footsteps were heard from above the old staircase.
Even more, constables appeared.
All of them looked at the big fallen clock in surprise and disbelief and were all somewhat at a loss.
"Finch, you will go and collect the minced meat.”
Jason gave out such instructions. Then, after pausing for a moment, he added,
“Remember to put on gloves.”
"Yes, Your Lordship.”
The young man responded immediately.
He would never forget that Jason was an expert in dealing with such monsters. And also, Jason had saved his life just now.
Jason said to one of the middle-aged detectives.
"Yes, Your Lordship.”
The other party responded right away.
After Jason placed the two ropes into a kraft paper bag, the discomfort in the surrounding air rapidly disappeared. However, those young people, who just entered this line of work, were still afraid to get close to Jason.
And this did not bother Jason at all.
He was no Kimpton. How could he possibly get everyone to like him?
"Sir is fine. He just got shot in the arm.”
"But the gunner found the chance to escape amidst the chaos.”
This was much better than what he had imagined it to be
According to what he had thought, for the other party to set up such a trap to launch a surprise attack, even if Bondy did not die, he would still be severely injured.
Bondy’s speed of reaction was even much faster than Jason had expected!
Jason marveled at that sheriff’s ability to react, and then he squinted his eyes.
The gunner managed to escape. But this fell within Jason’s expectation.
In truth, it was only right that the other party managed to escape without a hitch.
This was none other than a trap that the other party had laid!
“monster attack incident” or
“cannibalism incident”, should also be called
“manmade incidents” directed by the other party!
The other party was extremely cunning. After knowing that their opponent had enlisted reinforcements from him, a night watchman, the other party did not attack the very first moment there was a chance to. They only decided to do so after sounding Jason out.
To put it across simply, the corpse that was hanging here was nothing more than bait!
Bait to get him and Bondy to the hook.
Similarly, shooting at Bondy, so as to divert his attention, was also an extremely important part of the other party’s plan!
If it was not for the grenade that he always brought along with him, it was most feared that…
Thinking of this made Jason look to that big clock that was lying flat on the ground. Young Finch had crawled into the big clock and was trying his best to pick up all of the minced meat and put it into the paper bag. The width of the clock’s body could fully accommodate his body.
"Blindspot in my field of vision!”
"To think that I have completely neglected it just now!”
"I must bear this lesson learned in heart!”
Jason was never one who would deny or disregard his mistakes. He would only remember every mistake made and learn from it so as to avoid making the same mistake in the future, or even, to do his utmost best.
He was not born with such a character.
And likewise, this was not from the teachings of the Sleepless City.
Every guy who wanted to live and survive in the Sleepless City would acknowledge and abide by this teaching from the bottom of their hearts.
It was just that… some people were not given any second chances after making a mistake for the first time.
He was the lucky one.
Jason spat out a mouthful of gas that carried a foul smell. Taking the paper bag that Finch handed over to him, he turned and walked down the clock tower.
He did not like passive defense.
Join the discussion! Login to share your thoughts and connect with other readers.
No comments yet. Be the first to comment!