King's Back Chapter 20 The Killer Appeared

Jackson smiled as Dolcie's face turned red. "You have too much pressure in normal days," he said, "I
just want to give you some stimulation."

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

"Not enough, it seems."

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

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

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

"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 their doors 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 sniper from 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 of the street, or even in other
vehicles.

Everything was unknown.

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



At a quarter to eight, Jackson pulled into the underground garage of Dolcy 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 day as a driver!"

"Oh..."

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

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

Without a word, Jackson put his hand around Dolcie's slender waist and pulled 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 force made her shudder and constantly
twist her hips. All the cells in her body 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 shocked her.

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 revealed herself! Damn it!

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

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

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

Could it have been that misunderstanding spurred him on, and this guy figured 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 was expressionless, with the
wariness of a wolf in his eyes.

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

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

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

As soon as Dolcie stood on the ground, she ducked into a corner like a frightened bunny. When she
was ready to rage, she discovered that Jackson 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 should be 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 drove straight outside.

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

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

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

A few minutes later, Jackson got out of the car and walked in the neighborhood 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 young and innocent.

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

"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 Palace from his pocket.

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

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

The security guard was stunned. He didn’t know what organization the Dragon Palace was. But
Jackson unfolded his certificate and a sentence written 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 the security room and searched for
the security camera.

But what made Jackson annoyed was that this security room monitored only a few nearby buildings. If
the killer went out through the other doors, there was no way to find him.

There was not much time left.

This killer was of medium level, and his killing purpose could be completely 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 hard to find him out.

Jackson then took out his phone and made a call.



"Hey, Jorah, locate my phone, find all the surveillance in this neighborhood of the past half hours. I will
give you two minutes."

"Yes, Master."

Jackson hung up the phone and waited patiently, while security guards tried to dissuade him, but were
intimidated by Jackson's strong aura.

After a while, with a flash, all the monitoring records of the entire community appeared on the screen.

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

Jackson locked the screen, his fingers running on the keyboard, and the screen changed so quickly
that the security guard on the side could not even see the screen clearly.

Jackson, however, had every frame in mind.

Just then, Jackson darted a glance at the screen.

Stop!

That was it!


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