The Demon’s Menu

Chapter 86 Intimidation

The City That Never Sleeps, District 26, Tell Street.

People gathered like jackals and vultures who smelled the stench, hiding in the dark and staring at No. 19.

They were waiting for the results of the previous three people's trials.

If the three succeed, they will swarm and share the gains.

Three people will occupy a considerable part of the harvest.

This is the rule of the city that never sleeps.

Of course, the rules are broken, which is also the famous saying of the city that never sleeps.

As for when to break, it depends on what the harvest is.

If it fails?

They continued to lurk, staring at No. 19, looking for the next opportunity.

In the 26th district of the city that never sleeps, you must be patient if you want to harvest.

So, everyone here saw the next scene——

Under the blazing flames, a tall man wearing an ice hockey mask walked out of the bushes step by step, holding a machete with a wide blade and a short handle in one hand and dragging the legs of the leader of the three in the other.

The gushing blood was enough to explain the state of the other party's death.

Under the drag, blood poured on the dilapidated road, flowing along the cracked lines, making the inside color deeper.

boom!

The bodies were thrown into the wreckage of the still burning car, and the fire, which had already dwindled, became vigorous again.

The foul-smelling grease, carrying layers of thick smoke, rolled over the sky above the city that never sleeps.

The peeps smelled such a stench, and their expressions couldn't help changing.

Then, they watched Jason turn around and pushed open the door, took out the other two corpses, and threw them in.

The flames became more and more fierce.

The flames were soaring half a person's height.

Jason just stood there, holding his trophy in his left hand, his eyes hidden behind the mask glanced around, then raised his right hand, clenched his fist, gave a thumbs up, and slowly stroked his throat.

Then, he turned around and returned to the 19th.

The door was slammed shut.

The expressions of the peepers who were hiding around changed again.

After a while, some very simply retreated.

They're just here to take advantage of the fire, not to fight desperately.

The guy in the hockey mask is not easy to mess with, they don't want to lose their lives.

some remaining?

Very unhappy.

They decided to wait and see.

Some retreat, some stay.

Outside 19 Tell Street, after a brief noise, it fell into silence again, only the sound of the flames burning.

Jason back in the room knew exactly what the guys outside would do.

He knew he wouldn't be disturbed again for a while.

Want to be completely undisturbed?

For the guys in the city that never sleeps, a simple intimidation isn't enough.

Jason started laying out those spike traps again.

He then began to tour the entirety of 19 Tell Street.

For the next period of time, he will definitely stay here.

Safety naturally comes first.

Going up the dilapidated staircase, the second floor of 19 Tell Street immediately comes into view.

Dilapidated like the first floor.

Loose floors, broken, unusable furniture.

In particular, the stairwell leading to the third floor has become a big opening, allowing others to come and go.

There are also the positions of the original windows on the first and second floors. The original glass has long been shattered, and now they are just simple windows nailed with wooden boards, and the wind is blowing through them.

There was also a huge gap in the place where the two people had turned in before.

After visual inspection, Jason used local materials to re-seal the two windows with wooden floors and steel nails for trapping.

In the stairwell leading to the third floor, Jason used the remaining broken furniture on the second floor and many wooden floors that were pulled up.

block it.

After Jason's renovation, the second floor almost disappeared, but the whole house gave people a certain sense of security.

Glancing over and confirming that there were no omissions except for the two deliberately left points, Jason returned to the basement and began to count the spoils just now.

The most valuable is naturally the submachine gun: Mark M1, with a capacity of 32 rounds, an effective range of 100 meters, a steel folding stock, a front grip, and a magazine inserted horizontally from the right side are its characteristics.

It can be regarded as one of the characteristic guns of the city that never sleeps.

Same as the MF92 pistol.

The remaining two pistols, one is the MF92 type, and the other is a self-made single-shot pistol, which needs to be loaded every time the shot is fired, and the workmanship is rough and looks very unreliable.

Still, Jason placed it on the crate.

He won't use it by himself, but he can exchange it for some living materials.

Of course, at least after leaving Area 26.

Then the rest of the loot is a full-magazine Mark M1x1, MF92-style half-magazine bullets, and... a K2 grenade.

The K2 grenade was a pleasant surprise.

For Jason, who suffered from severe firepower deficiency, he put the K2 grenade directly into his pocket without any hesitation.

Then, Jason picked up the final harvest: chewing gum.

This was also found in the leader.

The green packaging is intact and the mint smell is clearly audible.

On the bottom side of the package, a large 15 is written.

This gum is from zone 15.

In fact, most of the living materials that Jason came into contact with came from District 15, and a small part came from District 14.

The latter are basically high-end goods, and he has only seen them in the old man's office.

For example: cigars.

District 26 also has material channels for District 15?

Jason was taken aback for a moment, and then he reacted.

Even if the 26th district does not have the 15th district material channel, the old man will spread a 16th district material channel to the 26th district with the practice of the big men in the 16th district.

However, the selling price will be a little higher.

And this, for the time being, has nothing to do with him.

Because the canned and bottled water stored here is enough for him to live for two weeks.

If you save some food, three to four weeks is not impossible.

That is to say, according to the idea of the 'big man', this plan will last for at least two weeks.

Jason thought silently.

This is good news for Jason.

He has at least two weeks as a buffer.

Two weeks, for others, may not be long.

But for Jason, it was enough.

He gently stroked the cover of the black notebook.

Since there are monsters like 'Swagnu's Touch' here, there are naturally other foods that can supplement my satiety.