socalfunplaces Chapter 115 Two Sides of a Coin
Chapter 115 Two Sides of a Coin
Chapter 115 Two Sides of a Coin (Part 1)
Jason was so concerned about those parked trucks.
the reason is simple.
After his resurrection, he experienced a significant enhancement in all aspects of his senses.
Before leaving the "school", he heard some strange noises.
Some sobbing sounds.
Perhaps it's a small animal like a dog.
But he didn't think so.
No one would be foolish enough to keep a pet like that, and besides, these people don't look like people who would keep pets.
In addition, there was that thought-provoking remark Oz made.
Jason guessed.
The truck was mostly filled with...
Child.
Whoosh!
The car window was as calm as the surface of a lake, and then in that instant, it suddenly shattered, like a torpedo exploding!
Before the man in the driver's seat could react, he was knocked unconscious by a punch.
Jason caught his dropped phone, quickly scrolled through the information on it, and then checked the time.
A conclusion was reached.
He was found to have left his residence before.
The event only lasts for two hours.
The driver will be unconscious for at least four or five hours before waking up, which means the two-hour handover will be shortened due to his coma.
How about reducing it by another half hour?
Jason didn't know.
He pulled the man out of the driver's seat, threw him on the side of the road, and got in himself.
"I thought our first car ride together would be in the Batmobile, but it turns out to be a beat-up pickup truck?!"
Ya Ya appeared in the passenger seat as if it were a familiar place, and even fastened its seatbelt, looking rather out of place.
Jason started the car and replied, "I'll ride in, I promise you, I definitely will."
"You absolutely must modify a tank into the shape of a crow, a crow tank!"
"It depends on my mood."
"Damn, you're so stingy! I already gave you a house!"
Jason's eye twitched upon hearing this.
Mother Talia, grandfather Reshchug, and a large group of assassins.
Well, this actually counts as a home.
Jason drove back the way he came, having already memorized the route on his way home from school.
Moreover, the driver at the time was being clever and tried to take a detour to influence his judgment of the route.
Moreover, Jason made another significant discovery.
That means this road is very backward, or rather, this region is very backward.
There aren't even basic surveillance cameras; I don't know if it's to save money or to avoid leaving any traces.
In short, this greatly facilitated his subsequent actions.
Ten minutes passed.
Jason returned to his school of killers.
He parked his car in the woods a mile away.
"There were more guards at night than we saw this afternoon, so we can guess that they moved the 'goods' inside the building."
Jason's gaze darted back and forth as his little brain began processing information rapidly.
This behavior is almost ingrained in the body's instincts.
Without Batman's guidance, he wouldn't be able to process information so efficiently.
"So what do we do now?"
"wait."
Oz poked his head out, blocking half of Jason's view.
Jason stretched out two fingers and pushed Crow's head away, but the next second it came right back.
Jason, exasperated, couldn't help but say, "Can't you help in some way?"
Crow retorted, "What do you want me to help you with?"
I need you to help me get some fries.
"Heh heh, you little brat!"
One of the guys in charge of overseeing tonight's "cargo" handover was named Swin McCarthy.
Of course, his name doesn't matter.
The important thing is that he needs to pee now.
Sven whistled to his companion, "Want to go help with the floodwaters?"
"I just finished peeing, go by yourself."
"Damn it, they didn't even call me?!"
Sven, grumbling, went to a corner, took off the semi-automatic rifle he was carrying, and placed it on the ground.
Then he loosened his belt, ready to pull out his big guy and let loose.
The air was a bit chilly tonight, and the big guys turned into little guys.
After releasing the primordial fluid within him, Sven shook himself off and pulled his pants back up.
Looking back, I saw a crow pulling on the tether of a rifle.
She seemed to have noticed his gaze.
The man and the bird stared at each other like that.
"Put it down, you damned crow!"
"Gah!"
No sooner had I shouted than the crow snatched the three- or four-kilogram rifle and flew into the sky!
"Damn it! Emil, do me a favor, shoot this damned raven down for me!!!"
"What are you doing?"
Emil, his companion, also noticed the sight of a black raven carrying a gun in the sky.
The commotion attracted a lot of onlookers, and the already bored guards all came out to watch as well.
Emil slung his gun over his shoulder and laughed, "I'm not shooting this crow. You have no idea what a crow symbolizes!"
Sven, annoyed, yelled at the others, "Guys?! Help me out?!"
"Shoot it down with your own gun! Hahahaha!!!"
Fuck you!
A bunch of sons of bitches!
Sven cursed inwardly and strode after the crow.
The crows seemed startled, occasionally threatening to fall, which made Sven quicken his pace and disappear into the woods.
But as soon as he entered the woods, Sven sensed something was wrong.
The crow seemed to have vanished into thin air, never to be seen again.
"What's going on..."
Sven felt a sudden sense of fear; the woods were dark, making it difficult to see clearly.
"Get out here, you damned crow—"
My mouth and the back of my head were suddenly covered by two hands at the same time.
Before Sven could even resist, a cracking sound came from his neck, his head snapped, and he died instantly.
Jason released his grip and caught the gun that Crow threw to him.
He first ejected the magazine, glanced at the ammunition, and saw that there were twenty-five rounds in total.
There were fifteen guards.
So these bullets should be enough...
Enough my ass!
What on earth is all this?!
Jason's gaze instantly shifted from the small house not far away to the crows hanging upside down from the branches above.
He glared at Ya Ya, annoyed, and said, "What do you mean?!"
Crow was confused: "What? What do you mean?"
Jason had just finished planning a whole bunch of things, preparing to start with a certain guy, when in the blink of an eye...
Everyone is unconscious!
Why even try to take a bite out of this?!
"Why didn't you say you could handle them?!"
"I thought you didn't even ask!"
Jason was quite choked up, and he was genuinely prepared for a fight.
It's like downloading a video that's tens of gigabytes in size, and just when you're ready to "show off your skills," the video you're watching is in 4K 60fps.
An animated film?!
Jason kicked the unfortunate guy whose neck he had broken himself in a fit of rage.
He hated this feeling.
Just as I was about to make a move, the other party had already completely resolved the issue.
This reminded him of someone.
Jason then said, "Next time, give me a heads-up before you make a move!"
"No way!"
"you!"
Jason took a deep breath to calm himself down, slung the gun over his shoulder, and walked toward the hut.
He asked, "If I'm not mistaken, they're all children inside?"
"Yeah, think about it. If you open fire and then go to them covered in blood, they'll probably be even more scared!"
Crow proudly patted its chest and said, "So I think there's nothing wrong with what I did!"
"...Perhaps."
Jason thought Oz's actions weren't wrong, except... damn it!
He felt like he had just made a clown!
Jason and Oz arrived at the front of the house.
He pushed open the door and saw a group of emaciated children dressed in tattered clothes inside.
Some huddled together for warmth and slept, while others noticed his arrival and stared at him blankly.
Jason instinctively held his breath.
There were a total of forty-two children, all under the age of ten.
These people were locked up in the house like livestock, completely disregarding whether the space inside was cramped or not for them.
Jason shifted the semi-automatic rifle slung over his shoulder back, trying to avoid being seen by them.
"Can you understand me?"
Jason first asked in English, but when no one responded, he tried several other languages he knew to communicate with them, but still received no answer.
And those pairs of numb, lifeless eyes were all staring at him.
This made Jason somewhat...uncomfortable.
He looked down at Oz, whose wings were groping around on his body, making it look somewhat comical.
"You should be able to communicate with them, right?"
"Of course you can, go ahead and do your own thing... Someone will definitely be coming to pick them up later, and then Uncle Ao won't be looking after you anymore. You'll get a chance to show off your skills... Hey, where did I put those things!?"
As it spoke, Ya Ya turned its head and stared at its rear end, groping around for a while.
Jason stared at the group of children for a moment, then walked away.
He needed to set some traps to prepare for the upcoming battle, and at the same time, search for information about Egon.
Jason walked out the door and soon found Egon's office.
Perhaps this guy never expected tonight's unexpected turn of events.
Or perhaps he was too arrogant.
There were no alarms set up in the office, which saved Jason a lot of time.
On Egon's office desk were a pile of handwritten notebooks, all written in special fonts with complex characters that would probably take a long time to study.
Jason wasn't foolish enough to translate it word for word; he selected several frequently used fonts and some numbers.
They deduced that Egon was a child trafficker.
The amount of those goods... was quite considerable.
Jason did not linger in Egon's office.
After reviewing the ledgers, he began setting up the trap.
He had no idea how many people he would have to face at some point in the future; he only knew that he was already there.
Those people would have to die.
And they will definitely die a horrible death.
After setting the trap, Jason returned to the house where he had trained that afternoon, the same house where the children who were about to be sold were located.
Push open the door.
Jason's pupils contracted slightly.
The children, who had previously lost their vitality and become numb, were now sitting cross-legged together, full of energy.
They surrounded the crow with grayish feathers.
And that crow...
He pulled out candy from somewhere and was now distributing it to the other children one by one.
"Don't worry, I guarantee everyone will get some. Uncle O has plenty. If you ever accidentally travel to another universe and become a big shot, don't forget Uncle O's candy!"
Perhaps Oz wasn't the demon he imagined.
Maybe.
Jason thought to himself, then his ears twitched.
It was the sound of a truck driving on the road.
The people in charge of providing backup have arrived.
Jason clapped his hands, drawing all the children's attention to himself.
He made a gesture of covering his ears.
"They're going to set off firecrackers later, the really loud kind, so I suggest you cover your ears."
Jason didn't care whether the kids understood what he was saying or not.
After saying that, he left the house.
He looked alone at the car lights that were on in the distance.
Bruce, when you encounter this situation...
Will you still show mercy to these scumbags?
I have to tell you a fact.
I do not know.
I will make them regret ever being born.
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