The Demon’s Menu

Chapter 80 Advanced Capital

The already exhausted old jazz fell on his back.

The abdominal injury is far worse than it looks!

That dagger is not only sharp, but also... poisonous!

Dazzling black blood was flowing from the wound.

Everyone was stunned.

They never imagined that such a thing would happen.

Especially the 'mercenaries' under the opponent's command, these scarred mercenaries are at a loss.

But the mayor's special adviser who completed the assassination cracked his mouth and laughed.

Sir Beta.

I wish you a pleasant journey'.

In the light of laughter, thick corpse spots began to appear on the other's face, and then the skin began to rot.

Although standing there, the other party is like a corpse that has been left for a long time.

but,

Real corpses don't move.

And the other side?

Not only talking, but also turning his head to look around at the people around him.

You are all going to die!

This!

Just the beginning!

The voice was gloomy and cold, coupled with the fact that the other party was in a corpse-like state at the moment, even if the surrounding people were surrounded by mysterious people who had been in contact with 'weird', the scalp was numb at this time.

because……

Many people know what the scene in front of them represents.

Tier 3 of the 'Grave Keeper'!

Do not!

At least a corpse puppet that can only be made by a fourth-level 'gravekeeper'!

Otherwise, it is impossible to pretend to be so real!

A low voice of discussion entered Jason's ears.

And the corpse's gaze also turned to Jason.

And you!

The guy who ruined our plan!

You will suffer...

puff!

Before the other party's words were finished, Jason rushed up, raised his knife and dropped his head.

Suddenly, the rotting corpse quickly turned into a pool of bones.

The mysterious people around saw this scene, not only did they not have any surprises, but instead retreated again and again.

Some even turned and ran.

It's like avoiding the plague.

remaining people?

After hesitating for a while, he also slowly left.

They are very grateful to the old Sir for saving his life.

But let them repay with their lives.

They couldn't do it.

not to mention……

The old jazz was clearly in jeopardy.

Is it worth it to offend a high-ranking 'gravekeeper' for a person whose life is not too long?

You ungrateful fellows...

asshole!

coward!

Tanir cursed at these people.

Jason was silent.

In the city that never sleeps, he has seen too many situations like this.

So, he knew what to do at this time.

Rescue!

Jason said to the indignant Tanir.

Oh, oh oh.

After returning to God, Tanir nodded again and again, rushed to the old Sir's side, and began to examine the wound.

After a simple inspection, Tanier frowned.

The wound is not difficult to deal with.

But……

The trouble is the poison.

I don't know what poison this is!

Tanier said to his friend.

Take the part you can handle first.

The rest, think of a way.

Jason said bluntly.

Um!

Tanir nodded vigorously.

Then, the pharmacist's capsule was removed and placed aside.

First, I took out two white and cyan medicines, and the white medicine was sprinkled in the surrounding air.

Immediately, a patch of light was formed, and it was like a firefly that surrounded the old Sir and Tanir.

Is it sterilized?

Jason guessed.

'Pharmacist' can become one of the professional systems on the mysterious side, which is naturally unique.

It's just that Tanir is too sloppy, which makes people ignore the magic of this profession.

Well, to a certain extent, which profession Tanier works in will be ignored to a certain extent.

Is it really a professional shame?

Thinking in the bottom of his heart, Jason didn't watch Tanir's treatment anymore.

He believes that the healing power of a pharmacist far exceeds him, even Tanir...the same (probably, maybe, maybe).

Instead of focusing on treatment.

Might as well think about now.

The words of the mayor's special advisor still echoed in Jason's ears.

Jason didn't care about the curse-like words of the other party.

What he cares about is: we!

The other party used the word 'men' when choosing words and making sentences.

Subconsciously, Jason touched the 'Beast Tamer's Dagger' and the 'Grave Keeper's Dagger'.

Think back to the almost identical look of these two items.

Some of the doubts in Jason's heart were finally resolved.

We!

Not one person has two careers!

But two people with different occupations!

and……

Belonging to the same 'organization'!

Because of this, the other party can make so many and detailed layouts!

Many people are powerful.

It's never empty talk.

Facing one person and facing ten people are completely different concepts.

Ordinary people are like that.

The mysterious side is even more so.

Although he has no personal experience, Jason can fully imagine what kind of power it will have when different occupations complement each other. It is definitely on the level of 1+1\u003e2.

And this is definitely not good news for him.

After all, he has already stood on the opposite side of this 'organization'.

More importantly, what was the vast and inexplicable force that appeared out of thin air before?

Jason doesn't consider himself a coward.

Even if he suddenly entered the city that never sleeps, became 'Jason', and was held by a group of people with guns, Jason was never afraid. He could clearly judge the situation and choose the most favorable side.

But facing the sudden power from before, he felt timid.

Thinking freezes.

I just want to get down on my knees and ask for forgiveness.

It's like facing the top of the food chain.

Jason believed that if he hadn't gritted his teeth and held on, and that power was only fleeting, I'm afraid he would have already fallen to the ground like Tanir.

Does that power also belong to that organization?

Jason thought.

Thinking of this possibility, Jason's already wrinkled brows became even tighter.

Also frowning is Bundy.

The sheriff came over.

Jason, you mean Your Excellency the Mayor?

The words were not finished, but the meaning could not be more obvious.

do not know.

Jason shook his head.

He is telling the truth.

Because, he really can't be sure that the mayor has also been made into a corpse puppet, or... he is the person of the 'organization'.

...

Lord, Mayor's Office.

The mayor, who carefully reviewed the documents, signed his name on the final document.

Then, it was handed over to the waiting secretary.

Tomorrow morning, according to this plan, re-plan the outer city.

I need an outer suburb that can accommodate 50,000 people.

Also, the infrastructure is perfect, and the transportation must be convenient.

ordered the mayor.

Yes, Your Excellency.

The secretary nodded, turned and walked out.

When he was about to go out, the secretary turned to look at the mayor who was writing on the desk again, and couldn't help reminding: Your Excellency, please rest early.

understood.

The mayor replied without looking up.

In this regard, the secretary sighed.

He knew the mayor would be working late into the night.

It's been this way for 20 years.

Even if the body is getting worse and worse, it has not changed.

Tomorrow, I will find a high-level 'pharmacist' to help you regulate your body.

The secretary thought and closed the door softly.

And just as the door closed, the mayor sat up.

He walked slowly to the window and looked up at the dark night sky.

His eyes were full of smiles.

The biggest hurdle is solved.