The bullet hit that temporary employer right in the middle of his back. But the other party, who was just shot, merely staggered forward a little. He did not fall to the ground. Instead, he made use of the momentum to turn around. Jason, who witnessed the whole scene, was deeply shocked. Yet, he did not hesitate to continue pulling the trigger. The sound of gunfire went on repeatedly, with Jason pouring out all the bullets from the MF92 pistol in his hand over his opponent’s body. Shooting was not difficult for Jason. In his daily learning and practice, firearms were a category of items that he was frequently exposed to. And at the moment, the MF92 pistol that he held was one of the firearms that he was most familiar with. In addition, this was shooting at close range. Therefore, not a single bullet was off-target. Looking at the words on the label, Jason whispered to himself. Jason was well aware of his origin, and this was a secret he had to keep buried in the bottom of his heart. Then, very naturally, Jason’s eye looked toward the related [Satiety]. He could never forget how he barely managed to escape death just a while ago. He had totally relied on the so-called [Satiety] to tide through and survive the crisis. And at the moment, the number “0” was exceptionally conspicuous. For someone who was extremely lacking in the sense of security, this was not a good thing. It was almost subconsciously that Jason looked towards the door of Number 19 on Tur Street. Would there be any other similar monsters in there? The next moment, he shook his head. If there were still other similar monsters in there, that temporary employer of his would not have personally come out to attack him. Would it not be better to give commands and direct those monsters? Or maybe, directing those monsters required even more preparation and conditions? As he pondered, Jason took a deep breath. Enduring the pain in his chest, he struggled to get to his feet. The greatest degree of treatment via the consumption of [Satiety] did not allow him to make a complete recovery. But his injury no longer posed as a hindrance to his movements. Jason cast his sight at the corpse of the temporary employer. Or, to be precise, the gun in the other party’s hand. As the 26th District was fraught with danger, Jason certainly did not mind having an extra pistol as a precautionary measure. Especially when the other party was also using the MF92 pistol. Unquestionably, Jason was not the only one who would fancy such a stable, reliable, and high-precision pistol like the MF92. Everyone else would like a pistol such as the MF92 as well. But this was good news for Jason. At least, there was no need for him to spend more time familiarizing himself with the firearm in his hands. He picked up the MF92 pistol that was in the hands of the corpse, and then, after putting the gun on safety mode, he stuck it into the back of his waist. Jason gazed in the direction of the other party’s ice hockey mask. For the purpose of a thorough investigation, he removed the mask. It was a very ordinary face of a middle-aged man. He was certain that he had never seen the other party before. There was no feud between them, either. And this was not good news at all. Jason was not a fool. He thought of the other party, who opened fire to attack him without hesitation upon appearing, and also, the attacker who suddenly appeared in his car and eventually became food for the “Tentacle of Swagnu”. Jason knew he was in big trouble. He had tried his best to avoid trouble. But some troubles were really unavoidable. Jason did not know what that VIP wanted to do. But he knew that, since that VIP had laid the setup and cast the bait, there was no reason he would return empty-handed. Involuntarily, the image of the Tentacle of Swagnu appeared in Jason’s mind. Though he guessed that there would not possibly be another such monster appearing here, it did not mean that Jason would directly use his hand to push the door open. He yanked off a branch, that was definitely at least a meter long, from the bushes by the roadside. With his gun in his right hand and the branch in his left, he gently tapped on the door. Then, he exerted some pressure. The door opened with a creak.