Chapter 31 - Massage

- It's your fault ... - Jack said in a whisper, looking up at the dead man - It's your fault ... You leave me no choice ... If I choose between you and me, I will choose myself ...

However, there was no one to answer him.

Clenching his jaw with anger and frustration, he overcame the urge to break or kick something.

He glanced out the window and looked out.

A dirty deserted street with ruined houses and various debris wherever the eye could reach. There were no people, and calling for help was not an idea, the slums after all. Anyway, in Ruanapur, you can ask for help, except perhaps from the devil. He already had the devil, and he doubted that he would help, even if he asked very well.

Jack grimaced - "The third floor ... even if the second, I would not have dared to jump with my weight."

"Oh, do you want to run away? But what about the task? " - Gunter asked with a smile, tilting his head to the side

- "Are you kidding?" - Jack raised his eyebrows in surprise, cutting the tape binding his hands with a knife, which was found in the dead man's - "Seconds ago, I worked a miracle. I thought this only happens in action movies ... I want to get evil points, and to be completely honest, I'm very angry ... and I don't mind killing these goats, but you know what? I want to live much more than to get all these points of evil. "

Gunther smiled enchantingly like a professional consultant - "Are you taking a big risk? Let me remind you that you may have forgotten, but you are spiritually immortal. If you die, you will simply wake up in a new body, in a new world. It's like waking up abruptly in another world. You've already experienced this. "

Jack, grimacing, took out shards of glass from the wounds on his palms - "... that's right. However, I do not want to die. It's not even easy, because I'm afraid, but because here I have already made acquaintances and even friends. I don't want to leave this world like that. "

O'Dim raised an eyebrow for a moment in surprise and then smiled good-naturedly - "Your business. I can only offer. "

Jack tore the hem of his shirt and the resulting uneven strips of fabric wrapped around the bleeding palms.

Then he got up, put the knife he found in his pocket, took several loaded magazines from the corpse, took the pistol at the ready, and began to quietly walk along the corridor in search of an easier way out than out the window.

The corridor was wide enough. There were rooms on either side of Jack and, as luck would have it, the doors were open everywhere. Listening, he tried to hear something, to understand, at least approximately, where the enemy is, but all that he heard so far was the echoing pounding of his heart.

He walked slowly and carefully until he heard the noise of conversations. Jack counted three people by their voices, which means that the other three kidnappers were somewhere together.

- "So ..." - Jack licked his dry lips with a sweaty, stressful face - "They are all in one place, which means I can not be afraid that one of them can see me, sitting in one of the rooms. It is necessary to quickly find a way out. They should be alerted by the long silence on the part of this Kai.

Mister Mirror scratched his stubble with a slight smile. "Sounds like a plan. Simple, but a plan. "

Sighing, Jack began to carefully explore the area. He hoped that wherever there would be a window through which it would be possible to go down to a small outbuilding or a truck, and then mother's land, but no. As luck would have it, there was nothing like it.

Jack wrinkled his forehead with frustration - "There is not even a fucking tree by the window ... I'll have to go down the civilian, down the stairs, that's just ..."

"Only in that direction did your three kidnappers have a picnic." - O'Dim nodded with a smile - "You see how it turns out. It looks like fate is pushing you to complete the task. "

After standing still for five seconds and thinking, Jack shook his head bitterly and moved towards the voices. Thinking too long is not a luxury right now. It was necessary to act decisively.

With each step, the voices became clearer and clearer.

With each step, more and more fear gripped the body.

With each step, it became clearer that going out the window was more reasonable and safe than confrontation with three gangsters.

Unfortunately, it was too late to retreat.

Jack was already a few meters away from the reception, where the three of them sat down.

He perfectly heard their conversations, which boiled down to the booze, whores, guns, cars, and the showdown they went through.

All this was very exciting, only Jack's eyes were focused on the entrance to the staircase, which was almost at the very reception - "Alternatively, you can try to run abruptly, but I'm not sure that I will have time to hide faster than they react ..."

Suddenly, the gangsters' conversation went very unpleasant for Jack.

The boss of the kidnappers, once again sipping a bottle of beer, asked - Listen, something Kai has become quiet. Time has already passed decently, but the kid definitely shouldn't be constipated.

- Yeah. I am sure that this hothouse flower was ready to be stripped only from our sight.

"You're right, Steve. Kai seemed to say that the kid was already ready to pile into his pants, so it's really strange that so much time and silence ... although knowing Kai and the appearance of this flower ... Boss, it can't be that Kai decided to quiet fuck our prisoner?

- Wait, we didn't leave a living place on it ... although ... Hmm, maybe. Hao, go see this sweet boy lover and if he fucks him then tell him to come here to talk.

- OK boss. - replied the thug, getting up from the couch

Hao, a big guy about two meters tall, full of muscles. It was one hundred and seventy kilograms. Jack knows firsthand what blows he is capable of delivering, so he did not want to face this machine face to face, but in hand-to-hand combat.

But he did not want to meet him with a firearm, because if he bangs him, then the boss of the kidnappers and the second lackey will have time to react and prepare, which means Jack will lose his main and, most likely, the only advantage - surprise.

That is why he quickly hid behind the door of one of the rooms.

Hiding, Jack pulled out a knife from his pocket and took it in his right hand, and placed the pistol in his left. He wanted to quietly kill this club with a knife, but if everything does not go according to plan, he will quickly shoot.

Cold sweat ran down his back, but this was happening not only because he now needed to quietly kill this thug - "... not only were they tortured, but they could also give a free prostate massage ... Ruanapur, how awful you are. .. wait ... but with me, as if nothing suspicious was done while I was passed out? "

O'Dim chuckled - "Nope. If something like this happened, I would gladly share this fun news with you. "

Jack smiled wryly.

Loud footsteps and the plaintive creak of old floorboards came closer and closer.

Moments later, he saw Hao walk past him.

Exhaling, Jack cautiously began to approach the gangster. It was surprisingly easy to do this because he made a fair amount of noise when walking.

At first, he wanted to stab him through the back of the heart but quickly dismissed the idea. Even the muscles of an ordinary person will be hard to pierce, what to say about this walking machine ... Jack doubted that even the length of the knife would be enough to get through these muscles to the motor.

So he decided on a proven method.

Raising his hand with a knife, Jack sharply stabbed from behind right in the neck of Hao. The blade slid easily into the pliable flesh.

The gangster, clearly not expecting an attack, goggled his eyes and grabbed his neck with a wheeze, and then began to fall sharply. Jack had to urgently catch him because the crash from the fall of such a bear would have been colossal.

- "You are so heavy, bastard!" - with an effort puffing, mentally indignant Jack. His strength was not enough to hold such a carcass, so he slowly and as quietly as possible laid him on the floor.

Looking at this Hao again, Jack was surprised to realize that he was already dead. - "It's amazing ... So formidable and died so quickly ... Even that earthenware still had time to kick around."

Gunther threw up his hands - "Well, this guy just didn't die from your blow."

- "A?"

- "You will not believe, but this big man had a bad heart, so from your sharp and sudden blow, his heart just stopped."

Jack looked at this dead meat machine in surprise - "Seriously? .. He doesn't sound like a person with a sick heart at all."

Gunther shrugged. "Looks are deceiving."

The guy mentally nodded and quickly picked up the gangster's weapon. It turned out to be Browning High-Power.

A quick inspection also gave Jack two loaded magazines for the pistol.

Putting them in his pockets, he took both guns in his hands. These models of pistols were not familiar to him, but the principle was the same, so he did not get confused.

Slowly approaching the corner, he inhaled, exhaled, and abruptly walked out of the corner straight at the opponents.

Approximately he already knew where the opponents were, so Jack, leaving, almost kept them at gunpoint.

The kidnappers' boss was sitting on the couch, and his footman was standing by. Both were surprised when their beaten, pitiful-looking prisoner came out abruptly and began firing in their direction from two barrels at once.

* BOOM * * BOOM * * BOOM * * BOOM * * BOOM * * BOOM * * BOOM * * BOOM * * BOOM * * BOOM * * BOOM * * BOOM * ...

The shots went swiftly one after the other until characteristic clicks came from the pistols, which notified of the full consumption of cartridges in the stores.

Jack shot more for the suppression because with two hands he did not know how like Revy. But the distance of several meters allowed not even aiming especially.

The barrels of the pistols were hot, and Jack's ears were choked up by the fire, but the result was fine with him. The boss and the footman turned into Swiss cheese.

He did this not out of anger or anger, not even for revenge.

Jack was just a little nervous, and he also wanted to be sure that the enemy would not have time to return fire.

- Future ... - Jack breathed, falling back on the wall - I did it ... wait ... "Gunther?"

- "Yes?"

- "Why can't I see the task completion notification?"

Gunther put his hands behind his back - "You were a little slow, Jack ..."

The guy's eyes widened immediately - "Assignments."

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Tasks:

"Taming the Two-handed"

Purpose: Rebecca Lee must love the user

Reward: Modifier - Eyes of Belial [Lv - 1]

"Cowboy"

Objective: Complete the Revie workout and impress with its results

Reward: Agility is increased by two values

"Hiro does not hurt"

Objective I: Bring all traits to 10

Objective II: Kill Beatrice

The reward I: Tablet of the Clear Mind, 100 Evil Points

Reward II: Tablet of the Clear Mind, 500 Evil Points

"The wrong one was attacked"

Objective: Eliminate 8 kidnappers

Progress: 4/8

Reward: 600 Evil Points

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At the same time, Jack heard from the staircase - Shots! Have you heard the shots ?!