Chapter 83 It’s not easy to make some money
Jack was shocked, not only because Mecia fell into the hands of the enemy, but more importantly, the bald man was wearing a red tie.
A red tie paired with a black suit, and a conspicuous bald head. Although this face is unfamiliar to him, not handsome enough and even a bit ugly, it is difficult not to feel something bad about this outfit. association.
"John, look at which floor the elevator stops. I'll take the safe passage and tell me through the intercom."
Jack rushed to the stairs, turned back and yelled at John, knocking him Stay where you are.
If the killer in the elevator was really the type of killer he thought, it would be very difficult to solve the problem today. Whether the world accidentally sewn the game into the game, or it was simply a movie adapted from a certain game, an ordinary policeman like John would be connected. You don't even have the qualifications to be a cannon fodder.
Only by relying on his systematic skills can he fight against those guys who are almost approaching inhumanity. Jack thought as he ran down the stairs quickly. When he was almost halfway, there was a call from the intercom. John's unclear call came.
"Jack, the elevator stopped at Level B."
"Is Level B a parking lot?" Jack was worried that he was too far away and had no signal, so he stopped temporarily.
“Uh, let me ask this is morgue Jack, please be safe, I’ll be down right away.”
"Call for reinforcements, you'd better bring more people down."
Jack's voice became a little nervous unconsciously, and his steps became a little more awkward. Although he is an atheist and is not afraid of ghosts, those gods are nagging. Horror movies have always been his weakness. When trying to pick up girls in his past life, he said that after watching horror movies, girls would be so scared that they would crawl into someone's arms. If it were him, the opposite might happen, although the effect would probably be the same.
Pushing open the heavy iron door in front of him, a "refreshing" coolness hit him. Jack held the Glock and moved forward step by step in the dim light.
Why do morgues use these dim, old-fashioned fluorescent tubes? There must be one or two aging ones that keep flashing in the corridor, and the atmosphere of terror is directly filled.
Someone searched all the way in fear. At this time, he had never hated the extraordinary perception the system brought to him. The sizzling sound when the fluorescent lights kept flashing, and the old exhaust fan was unable to rotate. The sound of huffing and puffing.
Along with the faint corpse odor mixed with the smell of disinfectant and formalin, Jack felt that his adrenaline was about to burst. Who should he go to tonight? It seems that the date agreed with Zoe has not arrived yet.
The dog-like killer is so professional. When he went into the ICU for examination, he couldn't keep an eye on him the whole time. The female "nurse" answered questions fluently throughout the whole process. She was completely different from the two bastards I met in the motel before. of.
He felt that he had been cautious enough just now, but he accidentally fell into the trap. He must reflect carefully. It has been too smooth recently and he has been a little drifting.
There was a click. Just as Jack was about to turn a corner, he suddenly stepped on a few pieces of broken glass. When he looked up, he saw a half-broken fluorescent tube above his head. A warning sign suddenly occurred in his heart, and his body fell directly. Sink downward.
A kick flew silently out of the darkness, hitting him in the lower abdomen, followed by continuous knee blows and elbow blows, from his lower abdomen to his stomach and then to his chest. The last blow hit him directly. Fragile Adam's apple.
Snap! The tip of the female nurse's elbow was almost resting on Jack's throat, and her slender forearm was firmly held by a big hand.
"Is it my turn?" Jack's face showed a trace of ferocity, and the original fear and fear were gone. Just now he was holding a gun in both hands, and his mind was slightly distracted due to the atmosphere of the scene. He reacted It was too late to parry, so I could only crouch down to avoid the fatal attack.
However, the next few consecutive blows could not break his defense. He was too lazy to dodge and directly predicted the final fatal blow in advance. When he was sparring with the accountant before, He realized that he was no longer the weakling with a physique of over 10. His strong muscles gave him a strong ability to withstand blows.
A few attacks from the female nurse, or should be corrected to the female killer at this time, seemed to hit vulnerable parts of the chest and abdomen, but apart from a slight pain, they did not even let him take half a step back, and the Glock remained firm. Hold it firmly in your left hand.
In response, she responded with a silent knee-lift to the crotch, and the female killer passed out without saying a word. Facts have proved that men are not the only ones who can be fatally beaten. Lifting the vaginal legs is also effective for women.
Shaking off the somewhat damaged law enforcement recorder on his chest, Jack pretended to casually crush it with his kick. Next, it was time to repay the other bald gentleman.
Handcuffing the flamboyant female killer, most of the fear in someone's heart has disappeared. The most important thing now is to rescue Messia. No monsters or monsters can stop his bonus. He has even thought about it. How big a refrigerator should he get for his kitchen?
Using all his senses, Jack held the gun in both hands in a vigilant posture, moved quickly against the wall, turned a corner again, and finally heard some movement outside a coroner's office.
With a quick peek inside, Jack's heart finally fell to the ground. Among several stainless steel dissecting tables, the bald man in a suit was facing away from him, holding a disc-shaped bone saw. He was asking Mecia something.
Now someone is no longer nervous at all, because the back of the bald man in a suit with his back to him is clean and does not have a certain iconic barcode.
"Tell me the password, or you'll cut off your ears first, and then your fingers."
"Put down that thing in your hand, or I won't mind blowing your bald head off!" Jack passed through The coroner's office appeared at the door of the autopsy room in the back room.
The bald man snorted coldly and pressed the buzzing bone saw in his hand against Mecia's carotid artery.
“Put down the gun or you’ll just get a body.”
Jack couldn't help but laugh. Here's a little trivia. The circular saw used to cut plaster and bone has a reciprocating motion. It can deal with hard plaster and bone, but it can't do anything with soft skin. Even if Mr. Killer presses down, he can't. It can only leave many red marks on Mecia's neck.
Too lazy to give this guy this kind of knowledge, Jack removed the magazine from the Glock in his hand, placed it on the stainless steel dissecting table next to him, started a free-fighting stance, and challenged the bald man. Shi waving.
The bald man stood up with a sinister smile, threw down the bone saw in his hand, took off his black suit unhurriedly, loosened the red tie, and slowly turned his neck, making a crackling sound of his joints.
This guy looks to be about the same height as Jack, but his build is much burlier. Before, it was not obvious when he was wearing a suit. Now that he has taken it off, you can see that the shirt underneath is so tight with muscles that the buttons can almost fly off.
“Did your mother feed you protein powder instead of milk powder since you were a child?”
Jack continued to taunt, taking two steps back nervously, but in fact he just wanted this guy to stay away from Mecia who was lying on the ground.
(End of this chapter)