After a complex and mysterious yet short voice, brilliance suddenly appeared.

The dazzling light enveloped the vehicle driven by David and Hunter, as well as the men in black with guns.

"Ahhh!"

The cries of pain sounded one after another.

"Flashbang!"

"There's an ambush!"

"Hidden! Hidden!"

The leading man in black shouted loudly.

But, it's too late.

Jason's figure appeared among the men in black, and his tall, strong body quickly spun with the broad-bladed short-handled machete in his hand.

Woo!

The blade split the air and roared.

Puff, puff!

Everyone around Jason suffered fatal blows.

Moreover, as Jason's footsteps moved, the range of such slashes continued to expand.

When David and Hunter regained their vision, they saw a field of broken limbs and broken arms. A figure stood upright among them. The hockey mask on his face looked even more ferocious and terrifying amidst the blood.

Hunter has never considered himself a timid person, but at this moment he swallowed a mouthful of saliva unconsciously.

what happened?

I was clearly surrounded by a group of people just now.

Why are you surrounded by someone now?

Even, if possible, he would rather choose his previous opponent.

Because the guy in front of me with blood all over his body looked like a perverted murderer.

The dead guys on the ground are the best proof.

However, as a police officer, Hunter still subconsciously raised the gun in his hand.

But the next moment, David held the gun.

"Sir Jason?"

David asked tentatively.

Jason?

Hunter was stunned for a moment, then suddenly looked at Jason.

He felt that the figure in front of him looked familiar just now. When David's words came out, the figure in front of him immediately merged with the tall and strong figure in his memory.

It's Jason!

Hunter thought with certainty.

Jason, standing in front of the two men, denied it flatly.

"Jason? Are you talking about the famous writer?"

"Sorry, I'm not."

"I'm just a 'mask man' passing by."

Jason joked seriously.

A very famous writer?

What a liar!

Besides yourself, who would give such a high evaluation to a third-rate writer?

Young Hunter could hardly control his expression and wanted to roll his eyes.

David was much more normal, maintaining his habitual smile.

"Then Mr. Masked Man who is passing by, do you have anything else to do?"

"If not, we'll leave first."

The middle-aged police chief asked tentatively.

Although he had confirmed that the person in front of him was Jason, the scene in front of him still shocked the middle-aged police chief.

In his nearly twenty years of case handling career, this middle-aged police chief has already seen too many extremely vicious guys. However, this middle-aged police chief is certain that none of these extremely vicious guys combined can compare to...

Jason's little finger in front of him.

Look at the bodies on the ground.

How long did the light last?

One second?

Two seconds?

The middle-aged police chief didn't know why he became a writer after killing so many people in such a short period of time. He only knew that if the other party wanted to cause trouble for them, they would really be dead.

So, the middle-aged police chief tried it out.

He wanted to know Jason's attitude.

And the result made him relieved.

The moment he finished speaking, Jason turned around and left directly.

Hunter kept his eyes on Jason.

At this time, when I saw Jason leaving, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

But the middle-aged police chief spoke again.

"etc."

"Can you tell me why you helped me?"

the middle-aged police chief asked.

"Those who work for everyone should not freeze to death in the snow."

Jason kept walking, but his words came from far away and clearly penetrated into the ears of David and Hunter.

The two of them were startled for a moment, then muttered these words unconsciously.

Hunter's eyes became brighter and brighter, and a belief seemed to burst out.

He had similar beliefs before, but they were very vague.

But now, this belief became clear with Jason's words.

At this moment, he found the value of his own existence.

David is different.

The middle-aged police chief, who already knew what he was going to do, shook his head slightly and chuckled.

"I just did what I had to do."

He said this.

Then, he raised his head and shouted loudly at the retreating figure——

"Thanks."

When Jason heard such thanks, the corners of his mouth curled up behind the mask, but his voice was muttered indistinctly.

"What a fool."

There are always a group of fools in the world who will stand up when others are desperate.

Bring light to others!

Just like the stars at night!

Dispel the darkness of the world!

They are called...

hero.

A bunch of idiots.

I sincerely hope these fools live a long life and have a worry-free life.

Otherwise, the darkness that has been dispelled will come back sooner or later, making the whole world look like an abyss and hell.

Jason had seen that before.
To be continued...