The Demon’s Menu

However, Jason was still frowning.

His gaze first measured McCaul, then shifted to the little girl by McCaul’s side, and finally, he turned to look at Kemi standing beside him, his frown deepening by the second.

He had thought of a possibility.

But before that, Jason looked toward McCaul.

"Can you prove you’re McCaul?"

He asked in such a way.

"Of course, do you need to see my ID?"

"And the letter from before—I’ve thought it over for a long time... I just want to give you a piece of advice."

McCaul recounted the contents of that letter, proving his identity.

After Jason nodded his approval, he solemnly asked, "If, I mean if! I hadn’t shown up here, would you have eliminated them all cleanly?"

"The chef wouldn’t."

"That chef is innocent."

"He’s just here cooking, earning a salary."

McCaul explained.

Being a man of principles, McCaul felt he had to make things clear.

"And then?"

Jason continued to inquire.

"After that, I will take care of Telly."

"And then..."

"Find an opportunity to eliminate Emod!"

McCaul answered earnestly, without a hint of flippancy.

Clearly, this wasn’t a joke, nor was it an empty boast.

McCaul truly intended to take out Emod.

And Brian was out to kill Emod.

John’s dog... might it also be related to Emod.

At that thought, Jason couldn’t help but want to contact John.

But just at that moment, the sound of police sirens appeared—earlier than expected, obviously the detectives monitoring Jason had activated their sirens immediately after hearing gunshots. ɌäNꝊꞖƐş

Next moment, an older and a younger detective, guns drawn, walked in.

Both were taken aback upon seeing the intruders wailing on the floor.

Involuntarily, the barrels of their guns pointed towards Jason, who was wielding a shotgun.

"What are you doing?"

"We’re the victims!"

"They’re the bad guys!"

Kemi shouted indignantly, but still tossed the gun she was holding aside.

Jason, however, touched the shotgun reluctantly before finally placing it on the ground.

For Jason, the most comfortable weapons besides his broad-bladed, short-handled machete were shotguns; with every shot fired, the rhythm of the gun’s slide action enthralled him.

Unfortunately, no gun fit his hand as well as the Winchester Brothers’.

Seeing Jason put down his gun, both detectives let out a sigh of relief.

Then, they began checking the intruders on the ground.

When they discovered that all the intruders had broken bones and shredded tendons, the detectives’ perception of Jason changed.

Although Jason had a physique that seemed fit for a wrestler, no one believed he had the strength of one since Jason was a writer.

But now it seemed...

A typical wrestler would be more likely to lose than win against Jason!

Especially after seeing the intruder turned into a sieve by the shotgun, the hearts of the detectives sank involuntarily.

Such a person needed their protection?

If that mimic criminal dared to come after Jason, would he not just have his neck snapped outright?

The detectives thought to themselves.

Detective Davide, who arrived shortly after, also took a sharp intake of breath.

Gazing at the scene before him and then at Jason sitting there, his expression calmly detached, he couldn’t help but take a deep breath.

Things were more troublesome than he had anticipated!

With that thought, he approached Jason.

"Hey, Jason, good evening,"

Davide maintained his amiable appearance, smiling before speaking, and warmly greeted.

"Good evening, Davide,"

Jason responded.

"You really are stronger than I imagined!"

"Look at all that you’ve done."

"If it weren’t for the surveillance capturing everything so clearly, I would’ve thought there was a brawl."

Davide pulled up a chair and sat down beside Jason with a face full of awe.

Jason didn’t speak, merely shrugged his shoulders.

Davide continued speaking.

"You hit too hard."

"Really, way too hard!"

"This is going to make things quite complicated to handle!"

"I..."

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Before Davide could go on, Kemi, seated next to Jason, interrupted.

The girl looked indignant.

She glared at the sheriff before her, her voice rising several notches uncontrollably.

"You watched the surveillance video; you should know what we went through."

"You should know that if Jason hadn’t hit hard, we would be the ones lying here now!"

"No!"

"You wouldn’t see us!"

"Because we would’ve been carried off to who knows where by now!"

"And everything here would’ve been wiped clean!"

"What would we do then?"

"After being killed and thrown in a gutter, should we still seek your help, listen to your so-called ’hitting too hard’?"

"Don’t make me laugh!"

At this point, Kemi couldn’t hold back any longer.

She slammed her hand on the table.

Bang!

The wooden table trembled, and the dishes and utensils that had not been put away jumped up.

The surrounding officers immediately turned their gazes.

Davide, a bit embarrassed, touched his nose.

"Don’t get me wrong."

"I didn’t mean to blame you."

"I was just... pointing it out!"

"Yes, just pointing it out!"

The middle-aged sheriff pondered for a moment before finding the right words, emphasizing immediately.

And clearly, he didn’t want to dwell on this issue.

"Emod is dead,"

The middle-aged sheriff stated bluntly.

As he spoke, the middle-aged sheriff was staring intently at Jason.

Jason’s expression didn’t change one bit.

Brian was going to act, and Jason knew it.

All of this was expected.

After pausing, the middle-aged sheriff continued—

"It was two people who acted at the same time!"

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