The flesh buds growing out of Taniel’s face twitched unconsciously.
However, when Jason looked at Taniel, those flesh buds instantly became sharp and straight, shooting out like arrows loosed from a bow.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
The densely packed flesh buds came at Jason’s face, but he reacted in an instant, stepping out with his right foot.
Not only did he dodge the flesh buds, but the back of the wide-bladed, short-handled machete in his hand struck Taniel’s neck.
A crisp sound rang out.
Taniel’s eyes rolled back, and he collapsed straight to the ground.
Bondi approached with a grim expression.
“We absolutely can’t let this kind of thing spread!”
The Sheriff said decisively.
Then, pointing to two flatbed horse carts, he asked:
“Are these bombs enough?”
“If they’re not, I’ll call for more.”
Obviously, after several collaborations with Jason, Bondi had already learned one truth—
When facing the ‘bizarre’ and ‘mystical,’ there’s nothing that bombs can’t solve!
If they can’t solve it…
Then it’s because there aren’t enough bombs!
“Call for some more.”
“The cannons from before, best to call for them as well.”
Bondi immediately turned to arrange for the needed bombs, kerosene, and cannons.
But before the Sheriff could truly leave,
a troop suddenly appeared on both sides of the street, completely blocking off the street and Pea Street.
Each member of the troop was burly and tall, with a fierce presence. They wore uniform black leather armor and trousers made of soft leather; each had a long sword or a short knife and a revolver at their waist, and they held rifles of various designs in their hands.
Bayonets were attached to the rifles, and with the advance of the formation, cold flashes sparkled under the setting sun.
The synchronized footsteps brought considerable pressure.
Detectives and officers like Finch couldn’t help raising their guns.
Bondi shouted loudly.
Then he ran directly towards the troops.
Jason guessed uncertainly.
Although the troops looked like the army, the distribution of weapons was uneven, which was completely different from the standardized concept of an army.
“It’s the ‘Mercenaries’ of His Honor the Mayor’s Special Advisor!”
On the word ‘Mercenaries,’ Taniel stressed the pronunciation.
The Special Advisor has ‘Mercenaries’?
A look of confusion flashed through Jason’s eyes.
Meanwhile, a middle-aged man in a black coat and gray pants had already walked over to Bondi.
With a smile, the man took off his hat, held it to his chest, and saluted Jason.
“Thank you, Mr. Jason, for all you’ve done for Lorde.”
“However, please leave the rest to us.”
“When it comes to dealing with the ‘Secret Cultivation Association,’ we are the professionals!”
The man said, and without waiting for Jason’s reply, he waved to the Mercenaries behind him.
Suddenly, these Mercenaries moved in an orderly formation into Pea Street.
Jason frowned as he watched the Mercenaries enter Pea Street, but his mind lingered on the term the man had just mentioned:
Secret Cultivation Association!
At the same time, Jason noticed that Taniel’s face had turned pale.
“It’s actually the Secret Cultivation Association!”
“Jason, how about we go on a vacation to another city?”
“I’ll cover travel and lodging expenses!”
Taniel spoke very quickly.
Clearly, Taniel knew something.
Something that scared him stiff.
However, Jason did not ask.
Based on his ‘Night Watcher’ identity, he should also be aware of this organization.
Taniel may act clueless most of the time, but Jason absolutely would not risk asking.
Details determine success or failure.
Taniel may act clueless.
But other people do not.
Jason’s gaze swept towards the shadows around him.
A fair number of people had gathered within.
Jason was certain of their identities, as they were all from the Mystical Side who had attended the meeting the night before.
He had already detected the scent of the food he had purchased among these individuals.
“Because of the oddity on Pea Street, has everyone gathered here?”
“Something’s not right!”