Chapter 72 - Shin

— And so...

— Enlarged barrel by an inch.

— good...

— Muzzle brake, to compensate for recoil. Preferably heavy.

— I see. Increased accuracy, reduced recoil... It's like a sports pistol.

Jack calmly closed his eyes so as not to look into the sparkling eyes of Anas — The trigger. Recycle together with other insides so that it is soft.

— Interesting...

— Slats for collimator sight and LCU.

— We'll install it.

— If possible, replace the case with a heavier and more reliable one.

Anas smiled — We extinguish the recoil again.

— Several magazines for thirty rounds...

— A few, how many is that?

— Six.

Anas smiled wider—Not bad.

— Can I replace the barrel? We need a more wear-resistant metal.

Anas raised his head from his notebook and grinned — This is unnecessary, unless you shoot with this pistol, as with a machine gun.

Jack opened his eyes and tilted his head to the side—Do you care?

— That's also true. Something else?

— Enlarged shop shaft.

Anas nodded — You understand. Fast recharge and less chance of a hitch.

— Holster. Lightweight but durable plastic.

— Yeah... — Anas nodded and grinned — Listen, you're not going to school, are you?

Jack calmly looked at the cheerful face of the merchant and again remained silent.

— A joke. — Anas waved his hand — I know that there are no schools in Ruanapur. And so, something else?

— And also just recycle the little things so that it works like clockwork.

Anas nodded and finished writing in his notebook, raised his head again with an infectious smile — A lot of work. You don't look like you know anything about guns.

Jack ignored this statement — How much money?

Anas grinned and looked at the list in the notebook, squinted — Expensive. Are you sure you can pull it?

— How much?

— Four thousand greenbacks. And keep in mind that half is needed in the form of a deposit.

Anas stared intently at Jack's calm face and realized that the guy was not simple at all. The amount clearly did not frighten him.

Jack reached into his pocket and took out the money.

Counting down, he asked — The time of work?

— A lot of work, but... two days. — Anas grinned — I already have a gun, I don't need to wait until he arrives. The order is interesting, I can't wait to work.

Jack put the money in front of Anas — I'll be back in two days.

— What about the armor?

Jack has already managed to turn around to the door — Hmm... I will clarify what exactly I need and make an order.

— I'll be waiting.

...

It's been a couple of hours since Jack left Anas and his store.

During this time, he visited a number of other stores.

He bought new clothes, as the old one was already hanging on him.

I bought weights and unloading in a sports store that was the only one in the whole of Ruanapur, which I also 'remade' for a weighting, simply stuffing iron shavings into all my pockets.

In addition to all this, Jack popped into a bookstore and bought a lot of books.

Nothing entertaining, just informative.

Books that incorporate the entire school curriculum, and others.

Jack was not particularly educated, although he studied like, not bad.

But now?

Now, with increased capabilities, it will be a real and truly stupid loss not to reach for knowledge.

But Jack wasn't just shopping.

He also collected information.

And while collecting this information, he felt the advantages of his appearance, and the Devil's Body as a whole.

Women willingly got to know him, one might even say that they were too willing and so willing to share rumors and gossip that interested him.

That's how he found out where the Dongfang Long bases are located.

What they earn and what atrocities they do to those who are simply not Chinese.

Violent racists were ready to take the child apart in order to sell it, and they did it especially easily with other nationalities.

Although it is worth noting that they even treated other Asians worse than whites or blacks.

Jack has identified direct allies of this triad.

Logically, these allies in Ruanapur were other triads.

And that's it for Dongfang Long.

Ordinary citizens could not give too important and interesting information.

He needed to find an informant or... find out everything directly from those close to the triad.

Belial's eyes helped well in these moments when it was important to know whether a person was telling the truth or not.

Although rumors and gossip can be false, when women themselves consider them to be true, so there was no need to rely on the truth.

Jack did not forget to visit the orphanage, which he managed to win back from the triad.

After bringing in the goodies and chatting with everyone, he realized that their life was slowly getting better.

Finally, before returning to Ishtar, Jack went to the cemetery.

...

A simple fence.

A simple tombstone.

A simple but pleasant place, with a view of the sea.

Jack stood silently, looking at the stone, or rather at the inscription 'Hiro".

While Jack was unconscious, the Balalaika promptly and quickly buried the guy where it was quiet and peaceful.

Jack wasn't upset by this, as he wasn't at all sure that he would like to see Hiro's dead body again.

While Jack stood quietly like that, memories flashed through his head.

How long has he been in this world?

How many did he kill?

How many more will he kill?

Smiling sadly softly, Jack pulled out a small glass bottle of peach juice from his pocket.

It is usually customary to bring alcohol, but Hiro was not a drinker, and Jack doubted that the guy had ever tried alcohol.

When Jack put the bottle on the tombstone and smiled softly again — Why am I here? You've already been reborn, and here it's just a body without a soul and a personality that worms devour...

Having said that, Jack shook his head and walked a little towards the sea, froze, looking at the raging waves.

He didn't know how long he stood there.

Mocking voices knocked him out of his thoughts.

— Juice? Fuck, seriously, did someone bring juice to the grave?

— Come on, it'll do for a drink. And so the drunks have already collected normally.

Frowning, Jack turned around and saw three guys who might have been a little older than himself crowding around Hiro's grave.

— X-I-r-O. What a stupid name!

— It looks like Mom didn't use her brains at all when she gave such a name. No wonder he died.

— Ha! — the healthiest one grinned, taking the juice from the tombstone — That's where he's going...

As he spoke, he raised his foot to kick and topple the tombstone.

*shot*

The roar of the shot caused a reaction learned over the years.

Two crooks immediately threw bottles of alcohol and fell flat on the ground.

The third, who tried to kick the stone, fell on his back and howled — Leg! U~uuu, the leg! — he screamed, cried and drooled, clutching his shin

The bullet tore out a piece and went through without breaking into small fragments inside the leg.

— I didn't think I'd meet such bastards here...

The voice came from the sea and was beautiful and melodious... except for the obvious coldness and anger in his tone.

Jack, without putting away the gun, took slow steps — Have you ever been told by your parents that you need to show respect for graves, hmm?

— You're fucked up! What are you doing! We just!..

*shot*

The bullet 'landed' dangerously close to the talker's head and buried itself in the ground.

— Shut the birdhouse, you idiot. Now I'm talking and it would be better if you didn't make me angry. Jack said sharply

All three guys swallowed saliva, looking at the stranger's beautiful face, but they were much more attracted by the mystical honey—colored eyes - "Burning! They fucking glow more than a cat's! God, who the fuck is that!?.."

After thinking a little and looking at their faces filled with horror, Jack indifferently said — Pack your things and quickly, with the shit that you let on your thighs, get out. You have ten seconds to leave my sight.

— It's not enough!

— Ten...

— Not enough! We won't make it!

— Nine...

— You shot him in the leg like we did!..

— Eight...

— Damn it!..

— Seven...

— Hey! Where are you going! Sven! Rick! Don't leave me!

— Six...

— Bastards! Bastards, bastards, bastards! — the grave-desecrator shouted with a shot foot, hitting the ground with his fist and watching his bosom friends, flashing their heels, run away

— Five...

— Wait! Wait-wait-wait! I am!..

— Four...

— I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! Forgive me, please!

— Three...

— Give me more time! I'm hurt!

— Two...

— I pray, elder brother, give me more time! — he shouted and burst into tears, trying to quickly crawl away into the big bushes

— One... Jack said calmly, watching the guy crawl into the bushes

Behind the bushes there was only the sea and a steep cliff, and therefore...

*shot* *shot* *shot* *shot* *shot* *shot* *shot* *shot* *shot* *shot* *shot* *shot* *shot*

He was shooting at head level, so Jack couldn't hit.

The bastard was wounded, so the bullets will just fly higher.

— Holy Mary! I'm alive!..

— Well done, I'll recharge now and continue. — Jack said calmly, taking out a new magazine — You have an extra five seconds...

— no! Big brother! Have mercy! Ya...

However, all that the grave desecrator heard were the calm and measured metallic clangs from reloading.

With a roar, the asshole crawled on, and Jack grinned coldly, put the gun away and walked towards the familiar taxi driver.

- "God, Jack, good people don't do that." — covering his mouth with his palm, Gunther said with mock shock and surprise

- "Fuck off."

It was time to return to Ishtar.

...

The door opened and Jack walked into his office with a bunch of heavy bags.

He immediately saw Revie on the couch.

The girl slowly opened her sleepy eyes and blinked a couple of times, looked at him.

— What time is it?

— Evening is approaching. — Jack shrugged his shoulders — Go to the shower, and I'll go get your breakfast and my lunch.

Revie grinned and slowly got up from the bed and looked at him with a little concern — Is everything okay?

Jack activated the 'Eyes of Belial' and confirmed his guess.

The girl was still worried and didn't quite trust him, a little expecting him to do stupid things after what happened.

- yes. It's all good. — Jack shook his head with a reassuring smile — As you can see, I went shopping. Well, I practiced with Valmet and Chiquita, ahem.

Revie squinted a little, took a cigarette from a pack on the table and lit it, shrugging her shoulders — Good.

— Okay, go to the shower, and I'll get some food. — he said quickly and left the room

...

They were already sitting at the table and eating when Jack asked seriously — Do you know a person who can inform me about this triad?

Revi froze for a moment and thought, continued to eat — I know.

— Who?

— A certain Coco Hekmotyer. — Revi smiled thinly, looking at the guy's displeased face — They say this arms dealer knows a lot.

— I'm serious.

Revie shrugged her shoulders—Well, I do not know the others. I wasn't particularly interested in this. I just earn money, sometimes breaking the law. I didn't have to go and buy information on something or someone.

Jack mentally squinted and realized with the help of Belial's Eyes that the girl was lying.

- "It's not surprising..." — he thought calmly, looking at how Revie sends a piece of meat on a fork into his mouth — "You're going to try in every way to dissuade me from this, right? .."

— Okay, I'll think of something. Jack nodded, noticing how Revie was giving him a furtive, cautious look—by the way...

With a slight smile, the guy calmly took out a black phone from his pocket.

— You bought a phone! — Revie was delighted, like a schoolgirl and took out her own — Add me!

— Of course. Jack shrugged and picked up Revie's phone.

He added his contact to her phone and added her to his.

Meanwhile, the girl's eyes fell on a paper bag from which clothes were sticking out — Will you show new clothes?

— What? Jack chuckled

— Come on, come on, put it on. — Revie rubbed her hands with an energetic grin — I want to see a handsome man with an updated wardrobe.

— What about the training?

— He'll have time.

— It will get dark. Jack shook his head

— Nothing. Consider it a complicated workout.

— Okay, let's just finish at least.

— Okay, but look, right after that there's a fashion show.

Jack smiled warmly—Will I need to wiggle my hips like a model model?

— Optional. — the girl grinned rapaciously