Chapter 918 Jack’s Stage Show
Jack hid at the entrance of the passage and looked inside. Below was a circular corridor. He was familiar with this place, because in the original play, the rich people bid in the box on the left. Auction those girls.
Seven or eight boxes surround a small stage. The abducted girls are like animals in the market, wearing scanty underwear and sent to the stage for display one by one.
Of course Jack can't see anything now, and he has no intention of waiting for the girls to be taken away before staging a scene of chasing a yacht with a car like in the original play.
In the original play, Brian was alone and could only do very limited things. Now with the addition of bald Frank and Jack, the situation has been reversed. What should I do if I feel aggrieved? There is only one word, kill!
Back in the corridor, the small iron door on the left has been pried open, and Brian has disappeared. Jack is patiently guarding the entrance of the passage with a "spotted viper" in his hand.
Not long after, there was the sound of hurried footsteps, and Brian appeared again, followed by Frank and Cassel.
No one said anything. Cassel opened the travel bag he was carrying, revealing the bulletproof vest and submachine gun inside and distributed them to the three of them.
How wild Frank's ways are can be seen from the guns he got. The SR-2M "Heather" submachine gun has the same ammunition as the "Vader" in Jack's hand. Same pistol ammo.
The appearance looks a bit like an Uzi submachine gun, but it uses an air-blown gas-guided automatic principle and a rotating bolt similar to assault rifles and light machine guns.
A retired CIA agent was able to easily obtain Mao-style weapons in Paris by relying on his connections. There are some facts that we should not dwell on.
Putting on the bulletproof vest, inserting the magazine, and screwing on the silencer for the "Heather" submachine gun, Jack handed two shock bombs to Cassel and pointed to the corner of the left passage.
"Stay here, and we will leave our retreat to you."
The great writer nodded with a murderous look on his face. The submachine gun in his hand was the only one without a silencer. of.
Just when the three of them were about to go down the steps again, the elevator suddenly heard the sound of running. Brian and Frank, who were walking behind, winked at each other and stood at the entrance of the elevator, one on the left and the other on the right. both sides.
With a "ding dong" sound, the elevator door opened, and a guy dressed as a waiter walked out of the elevator holding a tray with an ice bucket and wine glasses on it.
He lowered his head and walked out of the elevator. He felt something was wrong. When he raised his head, he was facing the black muzzle of Jack's gun.
"Uh-huh."
Frank strangled him naked from behind, and Brian took the tray from his hand and handed it to Jack, with a tacit understanding of cooperation.
“Thank you.”
Jack inserted the "Heather" submachine gun into his back, watched the waiter's body being dragged into the left aisle by Cassel, and walked down the steps holding the tray.
The door of the first box just opened at this moment, and a bodyguard with pigtails came out, turned around and closed the door carefully and softly.
"Your vodka?" Jack walked around the corner and deliberately lowered the hand holding the tray.
"Yes, just leave it." The bodyguard casually pointed his hand towards the coffee table at the door. Then his pupils shrank and he realized something was wrong. He reached for his waist and found that there was no waiter wearing a bulletproof vest under his coat.
"Puff." There were two soft sounds. Jack's right hand placed under the tray pulled the trigger. One shot hit him in the middle of the chest, and the second shot hit his neck, breaking his spine.
Before the body fell to the ground, Brian had already stepped out from behind Jack, supported the body and slowly let it fall, and then dragged him into the corner by his belt, leaving only a trail of blood.
Then Frank and Jack passed each other, pushed open the box door and stepped in sideways. Not long after, the box door was opened again, and the bald man blew the gun smoke and smiled. "One-way glass."
Jack shrugged and continued walking forward. He knocked on the second box door and pushed it open without waiting for a response from inside. A female voice into the ear.
“One hundred and fifty thousand”
"Two Hundred Thousand"
The private room is not big, only a few square meters. The walls are wrapped in red velvet and soundproofed. There is a single sofa and a coffee table inside, and there are red buttons on the coffee table. .
When Jack walked in, an old Asian man with gray hair was facing away from him, and he just reached out and pressed the button.
The female voice sounded again, "Two hundred and fifty thousand."
"Kong Bang." Jack greeted.
As expected, a bodyguard standing behind the old Asian man shouted angrily at Jack, "Baga! Who let you in?"
"Puff!" The reply was hidden under the tray. "Spotted Viper" made two soft sounds.
The old Asian man sitting on the single sofa with his back to the door realized something was wrong. He turned his head and looked behind him in shock. "Poof", a bloody hole appeared in his forehead.
Jack placed the tray in his hand on the coffee table, raised his head and looked through the large glass in front of him at the center of the stage. A girl wearing only high heels was looking around blankly under the spotlight, obviously a little delirious.
The movie was indeed shot conservatively. The girls who were auctioned off in the original drama at least still had underwear to wear.
From the perspective of the box, you can only see the girl under the spotlight in the center of the stage. The other boxes are all black and you can't see clearly the people participating in the auction behind them. As Frank said just now, they are all one-way glass.
Jack, still smiling, picked up the vodka in the ice bucket, pulled out the cork and took a sip of it for himself. The spicy feeling flowed into his throat along with the wine, but anger burst out of his chest uncontrollably. come out.
After taking another sip, he bumped the bottle in his hand with a rather pityful expression and threw it out.
The heavy wine bottle hit the glass curtain wall with a whistling sound. With the sound of shattering glass, Jack pulled out the "Heather" submachine gun from his waist and stepped over the glass shards on the ground. stage.
A bald bodyguard left at the entrance of the stage was about to draw a gun and point it at Jack, but he was shot down three times. Exclamations were heard all around, and the wealthy people in other boxes had already noticed that something was wrong.
Jack stepped onto the stage in two steps, hugged the girl's slender waist, and knelt on one knee to protect her in his arms. Under the spotlight, under the horrified eyes of the rich, the "Heather" in his hand glowed faintly, It was as if Death's scythe drew a graceful arc.
A short but fatal "PiuPiuPiu" sound sounded. Holding it with one hand without even opening the folding stock, the SR-2M "Heather" seemed to have no recoil in Jack's hands. , steadily and freely swaying deadly armor-piercing bullets.
There was a soft "click" sound and the empty magazine hung up. 30 rounds of bullets were instantly emptied. The magazine release button was pressed. The empty magazine fell to the ground. The new magazine held by Jack's left hand was stuffed into the gun. , gunfire broke out again.
After the two magazines were emptied, except for the shattered glass curtain wall on the ground and a few twitching corpses lying on the sofa behind, the auction site fell into a strange dead silence.
(End of this chapter)