Vol 3 Chapter 18: You don't understand the taste of sugar.

When Jason spoke, Pells' eyes burst into light.
That is, hope!
In his ‘escape plan’, Jason is more suitable than the ‘newcomer’ and Karen who relies solely on ‘luck’.
just……
sugar?
Why say sugar?
However, this does not prevent Perce from answering.
"Can fruit candy?"
Perce said as he took out two candies from his pocket.
The red and green wrapping paper rolled up the candy, with nice folds on both sides.
Jason nodded.
Pells immediately handed over the candy.
Did not enter the room, but passed through the ‘passing port’ on one side of the wall.
A boxy mouth appeared. There was a metal tray. Pells put the candy on the metal tray. Then, the tray sank and the mouth closed.
Then, the floor in front of Jason floated, and the tray with two candies appeared.
After Jason picked up the two candies, the floor sank and everything returned to its original state.
Unwrapping the wrapping paper, Jason threw the candy into his mouth.
The sweetness spreads.
The feeling of happiness arises spontaneously.
Although the ‘nutritious meal’ is free and really nutritious, it really has no taste.
Having eaten the'nutritious meal' for three and a half days, Jason really misses the taste.
Such nostalgia was satisfied at this time.
The sweet and orange-flavored candies freely release their own sweetness on the tongue. Jason's more saliva participates in it, allowing the sweetness to diffuse from the mouth to the throat, esophagus, and stomach.
call!
Jason let out a long sigh, turned his head and looked at Perce, who was standing outside the door, slightly nervous.
Jason knew why Pells did this.
Jason can even guess what Pells wants to do next.
"Escape is not the best choice."
Jason said very simply.
Now that you know what the other party wants to do, turn the other party's hole cards over to gain more initiative.
what? !
Pells was shocked when he heard Jason's words.
How did he know?
In the bottom of my heart, Pells asked himself.
Then, the "contacter" pretended to be calm and spoke.
"Gamer Jason, what are you talking about?"
"I do not understand."
Jason looked at Perce, who was holding on, the corner of his mouth curled under the mask.
Pells belongs to the kind of people who can't hide their emotions well.
Simply put, it is a relatively simple person.
It is precisely because of this that the opponent will be ‘selected’.
"Do you think everything is over?"
Jason did not entangle with Perce on the issue of ‘escaping’, but shifted the issue.
"Xilin is dead?"
"Isn't it enough?"
Perce was taken aback.
"How could it be enough?"
"Schilling's death is the beginning."
Jason said with certainty.
Although Jason hasn't been able to confirm who is the ‘behind the scenes’, but after the other party has made such a big move, he is going to die for ‘Schilling’, the steward of the ‘Send family’?
Jason didn't believe it.
The purpose of the other party is at least the ‘Send family’.
Or even bigger.
Perce stood at the door in a daze, with a thoughtful look on his face.
But immediately, Perce looked at Jason with a weird look.
Too deceptive, right?
Obviously he is five big and three thick, why would he still use his brain?
Shouldn't people like Jason be straightforward?
No matter what, it was a smash hit.
If one cut is not enough, the second cut!
This is in line with Jason's image!
This ‘contacter’ couldn’t help but complain in my heart.
Jason saw the weird face of Perce, but he didn't care.
Use your brain when you should.
Reckless when it should be.
As for how to choose?
He has always lived from his heart.
Bullying and fearing hardship?
nonexistent!
Since the heart is to follow the guidance of the soul, how can a person who obeys instinct be said to be bullying and fearing hardship?
"And because of that, you are alive."
Jason continued.
This sentence shocked Perce.
"What do you mean?"
Pers asked hurriedly.
"Because you are still useful!"
"Otherwise, you would have been killed by the murderer a long time ago. Believe me, if you need to, that long-time actor has a hundred ways to kill you."
"The simplest is..."
"Use what he gave you."
Jason answered naturally.
Use what he gave me?
Pells was lost in thought.
Then, the ‘contact’’s face turned pale, his voice trembling slightly, and asked,
You’re talking about the USB flash drive with add and delete programs?

Jason nodded.
Since the ‘behind-the-scenes layout’ dare to give this USB flash drive directly to Pers, he naturally thought of what Pers might do in the future.
And this is all in the "category" recognized by the other party.
It is also under control.
"Our current conversation, does that person know?"
Perce's face grew paler.
"It won't."
"Although I don’t know much about the other party’s procedures, the'security facilities' here should be quite comprehensive. Modifying a monitoring screen and modifying a monitoring screen and then transferring the original monitoring screen to a certain location are completely different. This level of difficulty, and, with the other's caution, would never use this method of exposing one's own position."
"He also chose a simpler and more direct approach."
Jason reminded Perce.
"You mean... USB flash drive!"
Perce's eyes widened, and he looked like a complete hindsight.
What else is there except that program?
Locator?
Bug?
still is……
Mini bomb?
Pells couldn't help but think about it.
"Those you think may appear."
"It's not difficult to verify."
"Just give the wrong information."
"Remember! The kind of information with high fault tolerance."
"For example, you succeeded with Jialun, but failed with me."
Jason reminded again.
"Okay, I see, player Jason."
After speaking, the ‘contacter’ Pells turned around and chose to leave.
Looking at the door that had restored the ‘wooden color’ again, Jason suddenly understood more and more why the ‘behind the scenes layman’ would choose Perce.
It is so easy to use!
His simple analysis allowed Perce to deliver the ‘information’ he wanted.
Pells may choose to cooperate with the ‘Maser’, but the other party can guess it.
But, do the ‘mads’ cooperate?
"Golden Lamb" Jialun will probably cooperate.
And he?
It is an unknown.
In other words, Pells’s search for cooperation is a temptation for the other side.
If it succeeds, the other party will proceed to the next step.
If it fails?
The opponent will naturally use backup methods.
"Which one will the Gibson family, the Hera family, the Emel family, and the Lothar family be?"
Jason muttered to himself.
Then, when he raised his hand, he pressed the button of ‘nutritious meal (free)’.
Ding.
A crisp sound echoed throughout the room.
...
Area F, ‘Game’ building, top floor.
Xi Lin's body had already been moved away, and even the blood had been cleaned up.
Brand new carpet.
Disinfectant, ventilation, air freshener.
After a series of methods were used, the entire conference room could not see the original mess at all.
Boom, boom, boom!
The elderly man from the Gibson family habitually knocked on the table, breaking the silence first.
"Three, shall we just sit here?"
The old man said, his body leaned back, his hands folded in front of his lower abdomen, as if he was at ease with the winning ticket.
"of course not."
"But the necessary condolences are necessary."
"Schilling is still a nice person."
The representative of the Hera family, the lady sighed.
"Donna, are you kidding me?"
"Among the four people I'm sitting in, apart from Lothar 11, who else is qualified to mourn for Schilling?"
"Or to be precise, Schilling's death is inseparable from the three of us."
The old man who spoke first sneered, his tone full of disdain for the representatives of the Hera family.
"I?"
"What does your Rodney do have to do with Donna?"
"I just stepped up because Schilling, the representative of the'Send Family,' broke the rules."
The lady named Donna shook the small black folding fan in her hand and retorted unceremoniously.
"Then you have the ability not to accept the property of the'Send Family' in District F!"
Rodney sat up straight, forced, but with an aggressive attitude.
"Why?"
"I represent the'Hera Family'."
"Also, Rodney, don't play with your cleverness. I won't be fooled."
Donna opened the folding fan and stood in front of the veil.
The face that I couldn't see clearly at this time became more and more invisible.
Even, with a strange sense of ambiguity.
At the same time, a feeling of danger rose from the bottom of Rodney's heart.
The representative of the Gibson family suddenly jumped from the chair.
Whoosh!
Click!
The moment the representative of the Gibson family jumped from the chair to the side, the entire chair was cut apart from it.
"Donna!"
Rodney let out a low growl and was about to pounce on it.
However, the representative of the Emel family stood in front of Rodney.
"Witts, are you partnering with Donna?"
Rodney roared in a low voice, which sounded like the roar of a big cat.
"No."
"I only hope to fight for the benefit that the Emerald family deserves-we can give up the other industries of the'Send family' in Zone F, but the'game' and everything it represents, I hope to return Owned by the Emel family."
As the Emerald family, Waiters stood between Rodney and Donna, speaking vigorously and powerfully like the other's body.
However, the voice just fell.
Rodney and Donna sneered at the same time, the two of them who had fought back the last moment.
"Witts, I'm afraid you didn't wake up, did you?"
"'Game'? And everything it represents?"
"Do you think we are fools?"
The two of you questioned the representative of the Emel family.
But Waiters was unmoved.
"Explain your terms?"
Waiters asked word by word.
"The'Send Family''Game' in Zone F and everything it represents should belong to the Gibson Family!"
Rodney said nonchalantly.
"wrong!"
"It should be the Hera family!"
Donna is not far behind.
The tit-for-tat breath appeared again.
And this time, Witters joined them.
The quarrel became louder and louder, and Lothar 11, who was sitting on the side, frowned.
finally--
"Sorry, I feel a little sick."
"I want to leave for a while."
Lothar 11, the young man, was a little uncomfortable with the situation in front of him. After speaking, he got up and left the conference hall.
Click!
The door of the conference hall was closed.
The door with excellent sound insulation completely cut off the quarrel.
Lothar 11 sighed slightly and walked to the lounge on the side.
As the 11th heir to the Lothar family, he has no hope for the successor family, and his brothers and sisters do not allow him to care.
Therefore, he will appear in the F area, the "marginal zone" for the Lothar family.
Fortunately, his life is very good.
There is neither the calculations of the brothers and sisters nor the oppressive gaze of the father.
I can read most of the time, and occasionally hunting days are really good.
can……
Sund 9 is dead.
Not a normal death, but an assassination.
This makes everything messed up.
He can foresee that a storm is about to happen, so he is ready to stay away.
Don't get involved.
Nor will there be any tendency.
Anyway, as the young master of the Lothar family, he represents the Lothar family and can get everything he deserves.
Because, Lothar.
Thinking of this, Lothar 11 didn't even want to go to the lounge.
Turning around, he walked directly downstairs.
He wants to return to his room, take a good bath, relax, and then take out an ancient book, lie on the bed sideways, and read it well.
Of course, sparkling water and potato chips are a must.
As for more things?
He didn't want to bother.
I don't want to manage.
Not much more.
Sund9, who is a friend, died. He felt sad, but what could he do?
He can do nothing.
"Sorry, my friend."
"Although we have become friends only because of our similar identities, we don't have the slightest common language, but as'friends', I still hope you can..."
Lothar 11 thought silently in his heart, and got into the car downstairs.
This is a car belonging to the Lothar family, very easy to recognize.
However, Lothar 11 regretted it when he boarded the car.
Because the driver and bodyguard of the car is not from the Lothar family.
It was a middle-aged man who had never seen him.
"you!"
As soon as Lothar 11 wanted to open his mouth, a powerful hand covered his mouth~EbookFREE.me~ The palm of his hand was so powerful that his entire neck was strangled, and the suffocation appeared directly.
At the same time, a hissing sound came from my ear.
"Master Lothar 11, I hope you don't have any extra moves."
"We don't want to hurt you."
"At least if you cooperate."
A voice sounded.
Lothar 11 nodded immediately.
However, the hand did not leave Lothar 11's mouth, but the force that bound the neck was much smaller.
Completely instinctive, Lothar 11 turned his head and looked at the person next to him.
In the next moment, Lothar 11's eyes widened.
"It's you!"