King's Back
Chapter 20 The Killer Appeared

Jackson smiled as Dolcie's face turned red. "You have too muchpressure in normal days," he said, "I just want to give you somestimulation.”

Dolcie was speechless. "I don't replace it exciting at all.”

"Not enough, it seems.”

Jackson chuckled, put his foot on the pedal. When he drove out of thetunnel, he began to run on the main road.

Overtaking, moving through, lane changing... all kinds of drag racingtechniques were used.

On the main road in the morning rush hour, there was a thrilling carrace.

"What the hell! Does he go crazy?"

"The back of the car is on fire. Is he rushing to death?”

The cars nearby slowed down, rolled down their windows, beating theirdoors and swore.

But they had to admit that Jackson's driving was impressive.

Jackson did not show off. The reason for this was to prevent the sniperfrom coming again.

He was in the light, while the enemy was in the dark.

Jackson did not know if there were other killers lurking on either side ofthe street, or even in other vehicles.

Everything was unknown.

That was why he kept changing lanes, trying to keep the enemy out ofthe way.

At a quarter to eight, Jackson pulled into the underground garage ofDolcy Corporate, then he opened the door and got out.

Dolcie felt dizzy and almost broke down.

"Jackson, you crazy bastard. That's what you did to me on my first dayas a driver!”

"Oh..."

Dolcie opened the car door, bent over the back and almost threw upher breakfast.

Was this going to go to work? It was on the way to see the God! If ithappened every day, she might be scared to death!

Without a word, Jackson put his hand around Dolcie's slender waist andpulled her out of the car.

"Hey, what are you doing? Let go of me!"

"Jackson, who give you the guts to touch me!?"

Dolcie felt his big hand behind her waist. The warm and strong forcemade her shudder and constantly twist her hips. All the cells in herbody were against him.

"Be good. Don't scream, my dear. Stay here, and I'll take you upstairs.”Jackson's voice rang into her ear, and the thing happened next shockedher.

Jackson held her on his shoulder and headed for the elevator.

Dolcie flushed immediately.

It was so rude and barbaric.

She was wearing a skirt and stockings today. She must have revealedherselft Damn it!

"Jackson, what are you doing? Let go of me.”

She had thought Jackson was an honest man. After all, he hadn't doneanything out of line for the past three years.

But she did not expect that the misunderstanding of raping Serena hadjust been cleared up, he was like a different person, and dared to dosomething to her.

Could it have been that misunderstanding spurred him on, and this guyfigured out what he wanted to do?

Dolcie almost cried at the thought of it.

Damn it, she would never give in to Jackson.

In contrast to Dolcie's frantic kicks on Jackson's shoulders, Jackson wasexpressionless, with the wariness of a wolf in his eyes.

He strode fast to the elevator, and put Dolcie down when they enteredthe elevator.

"Go straight to the office and don't wander around.”

Jackson was still calm and unemotional. No one can see what was onhis mind.

As soon as Dolcie stood on the ground, she ducked into a corner like afrightened bunny. When she was ready to rage, she discovered thatJackson didn’t seem to have that desire for her, especially his eyes,which were crystal clear, and even with a hint of worry.

This guy was so rude, and now...

As she was lost in thought, Dolcie rushed out, but Jackson didn't.Instead, he pressed down.

"What are you doing, Jackson? Don't you work?"

“Hey! Come back, or I till deduct your wages!"

Dolcie's angry voice loomed outside the lift.

Dolcy Corporate security had high sense of responsibility. Dolcie shouldbe okay in the company. He had to check who shot in the dark.

With a cold smile on his face, Jackson walked to the garage and drovestraight outside.

The BMW came and went like a flash of red lightning, and shuttled onthe street, faster than before.

Jackson could tell there was a sniper hiding out in a newly builtneighborhood down the road.

For normal snipers, if they didn't hit the target with three shots, theywould leave their positions. If he drove fast, he could replace out who theywere.

A few minutes later, Jackson got out of the car and walked in theneighborhood through a side door.

He was stopped at the door by a security guard.

The security guard was about twenty years old and looked very youngand innocent.

Jackson knew that there were no people living in this community andthe security was relatively lax, so he should be able to enter for anyreason.

"Excuse me, no outsiders are allowed in."

"Dude, I'm from special services. I need to get your surveillance video."Jackson took out a special identification card for the Dragon Palacefrom his pocket.

With this certificate, even the senior leader of the Surper would givehim a lot of privileges.

The document was exquisitely made and bore the logo of a dragon'shead on its surface. Underneath was a white angel with six wings and aBlazing Angel.

The security guard was stunned. He didn't know what organization theDragon Palace was. But Jackson unfolded his certificate and a sentencewritten on the first page, “Surper License”.

It also bore the seal of the Surper Secrecy Bureau.

"Please let me get in. There is a killer inside the community.”

The security guard was surprised at first, but then said embarrassedly,"You can go in, but you can’t check the CCTV. This is our rule.”

Jackson didn't have time to deal with him. He took a few steps to thesecurity room and searched for the security camera.

But what made Jackson annoyed was that this security room monitoredonly a few nearby buildings. If the killer went out through the otherdoors, there was no way to replace him.

There was not much time left.

This killer was of medium level, and his killing purpose could becompletely covered, so he could only hide his identity in the crowd

If he went downstairs and got mixed up in the crowd, it was really hardto replace him out.

Jackson then took out his phone and made a call.

"Hey, Jorah, locate my phone, replace all the surveillance in thisneighborhood of the past half hours. I will give you two minutes.”

“Yes, Master."

Jackson hung up the phone and waited patiently, while security guardstried to dissuade him, but were intimidated by Jackson's strong aura.After a while, with a flash, all the monitoring records of the entirecommunity appeared on the screen.

The security guard, who had been upset, was immediatelydumbfounded when he saw this scene.

Jackson locked the screen, his fingers running on the keyboard, and thescreen changed so quickly that the security guard on the side could noteven see the screen clearly.

Jackson, however, had every frame in mind.

Just then, Jackson darted a glance at the screen.

Stop!

That was it'000000000000000