A terrible scream came from the gate of the police station, followed by Finch’s exclamation and the sound of gunfire.
Jason did not immediately open the carriage door and go down.
Instead, he curled up and lay down on the carriage’s floor. His head faced the window, and his feet faced the door. One of the two MF92s in his hand was pointed toward the door, while the other was aimed at the window.
During the days when he was a postman, Jason had imagined a scenario where he would be attacked.
Most of the fighting would happen within the car.
"I’m fine, Your Excellency Jason.”
"There is another monster here!”
Finch’s answer gave Jason a little peace of mind, but he still chose to flutter forward. After landing, he rolled over ten consecutive laps and pulled away from the carriage.
At the gate of the police station, a constable on night shift cowered his shoulders and leaned against the corner of the wall, while the remaining constable and Finch were fighting the monster.
It was a pity that the scales of the monster were as hard as they looked. The bullets from the revolver could not penetrate it at all, and the marksmanship of the two was so mediocre that they were not able to hit the moving monster.
Instead, they were in danger of the monster’s bite.
Jason cautioned them loudly.
After the two of them stepped aside, Jason aimed at the wolf-like monster in scales and pulled the trigger.
Just like the second monster, the bullet passed through the monster’s eyes and shattered its brain.
Jason shouted at Finch, who was about to heave a sigh of relief.
At the same time, the gun in his hand pointed at a place where light could not reach.
Finch and the constable followed suit.
The injured one, who was leaning against the wall, was also looking at it vigilantly.
They only dropped their guns when the constable on night duty appeared in the police station.
"That guy came here and dared to command these monsters to attack the police station!”
Finch went to search for the injured police officer. After finding out that there were no major injuries, he walked to Jason and said this angrily.
Attack the police station?
Jason shook his head silently.
"Some of them were injured, and we are understaffed.”
Said the young constable, who turned around.
Jason didn’t stop him. He merely cautioned him and then watched Finch’s back disappear into the corridor.
He swallowed a mouthful of saliva that he had been trying to repress.
Light a fire, set the pot, pour water.
Clean, then change the knife and put it into the pot.
For a single man who lived in the dorm with only a little pepper, Jason didn’t have many steps to cook a dish, and this was the easiest way.
However, when he changed knives, Jason found that, although the monster’s back was covered with scaly armor, the abdomen was extremely soft and could easily be cut. This was why he had easily killed the first monster.
The charcoal was added to the furnace, and immediately there were sparks.
Jason brushed his hands and sat by the fire.
But he didn’t plan to waste time while waiting for the food to cook.
He raised his hand and took out the book written by his
Under the bright light, Jason quickly flipped through the pages in his hand.
He didn’t choose to read through it thoroughly, but to check it selectively–often just looking at the number of pages and the words at the beginning of each paragraph.
This way of reading was not effective in gaining knowledge.
But, for Jason, he had no choice.
“Moon Mask” club was like a nightmare, and the attack made him smell death.
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