Chapter 81 - Don't Wake the Demon

The blast from Wil was good.

The gunfight on the second floor immediately quieted down.

Jack quickly flew to the second floor in all his weapons.

He looked sharply to the left, into the corridor where there was a staircase to the first floor and where Lam was supposed to be.

Jack's pupils narrowed.

There were five stunned mercenaries ten meters away. Three more were killed by the explosion.

Six meters away there was an open door and there was Lam with his USP with a silencer.

Instantly, with a lightning reaction and reflex, Jack fired a burst and knocked down two mercenaries, hid back around the corner.

Two seconds later, several bursts flew to the place where he was standing.

—Oh, Jack. — Lam said loudly and calmly — Was it Wil?

- yes! Jack shouted, checking how many rounds were left in the magazine — "Less than ten..."

— Not weak. This one doesn't know how to work at half strength, ha-ha-ha. — Lam laughed, letting smoke out of his mouth — I hope he doesn't blow up the whole hostel.

— I hope so too! — Jack shouted, inserting a new magazine into the MP -5 — How are you on ammunition?

— There are crumbs left. — the veteran replied with displeasure

— Save the bullets, I'll do it myself. Jack gasped

— I don't think so. I will support you with fire.

— You won't need it... Jack was saying, pulling out a grenade and pulling out the pin

With a quick, sharp movement, he threw her around the corner.

After flying seven meters, the grenade fell and rolled right under the feet of the mercenaries.

*EXPLOSION*

Jack quickly leaned out and emptied the magazine, aiming at the approximate places of the enemy.

Nothing was visible because of the smoke and dust.

Lam also leaned out and fired several shots.

When the cartridges in the submachine gun magazine ran out, Jack grabbed two USP-a and ran down the corridor shooting with two hands.

— Did you give a fuck!? — Lam shouted in shock, and leaning out, supported with fire

At a certain point, Jack jumped into Lam's room — Here I am with you.

— Do you have nine lives or something? Lam replied glumly

— Who knows. — Jack waved off and gave one submachine gun to Lam, along with three magazines — Here you go.

— Damn it. Young people don't value their lives. Lam grumbled with displeasure

While he was grumbling, Jack reloaded and went to the door, took out a stun grenade.

Pulling out the pin, he threw it further down the corridor.

Lam couldn't keep up with the brisk guy.

*EXPLOSION*

Both were stunned.

— Jack! Lam shouted, turning around to see only the legs of the guy running out into the corridor

After leaving, Jack walked to the end of the corridor to confirm the guess.

The corridor has already been cleared.

The last grenade was superfluous.

— Idiot, is life really cheap for you? — a disgruntled Lam came out into the corridor

— The road. — Jack spoke abruptly, breathing fast and hearing his own heart pounding — It's just that if I don't do it, then you will do it wounded.

— You... — Lam grimaced and exhaled — It's not worth thinking for me. Think about yourself better.

Jack quickly returned to the hallway.

Lam frowned—What is it? — he said softly, standing at the ready

— They're coming up. Quiet footsteps on the stairs from the right. — Jack was talking with his eyes closed

— I don't hear anything... Lam frowned, but after listening to Jack, he hid

Jack attracted attention and showed a grenade in his hands.

Lam nodded and grabbed the submachine gun more conveniently.

The guy pulled the pin and threw another grenade around the corner.

— A grenade! three people shouted in English, and then there was an explosion

Lam and Jack quickly came around the corner and shot three mercenaries.

— Well done.

— There are clearly more than ten of them. Jack frowned

- yes. — Lam lit a cigarette — We won't go to the first floor.

Jack turned to the veteran — A...

— Coco has probably already called for support. — exhaling smoke, Lam said — We just have to occupy this floor and not let the enemy break through ahead of time.

— We have no choice. Jack grinned wearily

The battle jitters were coming out of him, as well as adrenaline, giving way to fatigue and understanding how many he had killed in those half an hour.

— Come on. — Lam said, slapping the guy on the shoulder — We need to prepare. I will be bandaged, you will be given normal equipment and we will wait for the enemy.

— Come on. Jack nodded

...

Going up to the third floor, they met Chiquita on the way.

The woman was in full uniform.

— Oh, did you really let someone hook you? — she was grinning under the mask

— Ricochet. Lam waved away irritably

Chiquita chuckled and approached Jack — How are you? Is there no extra hole anywhere?

With care and anxiety, Chiquita groped the guy, checking.

- no. I'm fine, Chiquita. Jack smiled warmly

— You would teach your lover to be smart. Lam grinned, looking into Jack's round eyes.

— And? — Chiquita turned menacingly, thinking that he was falling for her new man

— The guy jumps under bullets and takes terrible risks. — Lam shrugged his shoulders — So your love will not last long and grief will come.

— Lam ... — Jack said quietly with displeasure, feeling Chiquita's grip getting stronger — ... a traitor.

In response, Lam, quietly, villainously, giggled like a schoolboy, not a man of fifty, and went to the third floor for help in dressing.

— Jackie... — Chiquita said in a gloomy tone

— He's lying. — Jack said quickly — All my actions were super safe.

— I don't believe it. Chiquita squinted

Jack's cell phone suddenly rang.

— Oh! The phone is ringing, you need to answer it! — with joy and relief said Jack — Alo?

— Did you decide to bypass that job?

— Sophie... Jack said sourly, and as luck would have it, Wil made another explosion

*EXPLOSION*

— What's going on? — Balalaika asked in a calm, calculating and suspicious tone — It was an explosion, wasn't it, Jack?

- yes...

— Where are you?

Jack looked up with tired eyes and saw Chiquita grinning under the mask.

Twisting his face, the guy replied — I'm at Coco's. Some mercenaries decided to storm the hotel and obviously came for her head.

— I see. — Balalaika said in a cold tone

— Sophie?..

— Hold out for five minutes. — Balalaika said calmly and hung up the phone

Jack took the phone away from his ear with mixed feelings.

— What is it? Chiquita raised an eyebrow

— It seems the army is coming to our aid now.

— The army? — Chiquita tilted her head to the side, and then came the realization — Oh~ oh...

Jack shook his head—Let's get into position. The fight is not over yet.

— That's what I should have said. — Chiquita shrugged her shoulders — But before that... let's go get some gear.

— Come on. Jack replied and called up the system window — "Status."

The System of Evil

Specifications

Strength - [12]

240↑

Agility - [15]

300↑

Survivability - [10]

200↑

Perception - [17]

340↑

Mind - [16]

320↑

Will - [17]

340↑

Libido - [23]

460↑

Evil Glasses - [626]

Tasks

"Sweet Revenge"

Goal: Kill Qian Dongei

Reward: Increase of the "Survivability" trait by three units

"Dragon Fighter"

Objective: The destruction of the Dongfang Long Triad on the territory of Ruanapur

Reward: Modifier [Concentration - Level 1]

Modifiers

Unshakable Mind - [Ur - MAX]

The Devil's Body - [Ur - MAX]

Polyglot - [Ur - 1] [500↑]

Body Control - [Ur - 2] [5000↑]

Velvet Leather - [Ur - MAX]

Belial's Eyes - [Ur - 1] [5000↑]

After a little thought, Jack increased the 'Strength" by two units, spending five hundred points.

Until today, he had not thought of improving his 'Strength' through evil glasses, as he wanted to achieve this by training, but now that he had only a week left... there's no time now.

A wave of warm mythical energy spread through the body.

The muscles relaxed, warmed up and at the same time filled with strength.

The volume of muscles increased and the muscular relief was already clearly visible on Jack's slightly plump body.

In general, now he looked not like a 'slightly chubby guy', but like a well-fed man, whose blow is strong and heavy.

Broad shoulders, perfect posture, narrow waist for such a physique.

Muscles have improved their explosive strength, endurance and tone.

As a result, the speed has also increased.

Even the strength of the muscles has become greater, this fact is especially noticeable when they strain.

Unlike ordinary people, Jack's muscles developed at the same time.

Even the smallest and insignificant areas developed at the same level and in total it gave unprecedented strength.

He had fourteen units of strength now, but Jack wouldn't lose, or even win, from an ordinary person with twenty units in this line.

And all this is only because all the muscles interact perfectly with each other, have the same development and a bunch of other nuances.

—Jack..." Chiquita said, embarrassed

— Hmm? — the guy turned around

— Have you changed?

- what? — his heart missed a beat

- yes. Your face has changed... a little of course, but... you've become even more 'sexy"...

Jack quickly went to the mirror in the hallway and looked at his face.

And indeed, he has changed...

"You have developed muscles," Gunther said, "including facial muscles, which are mainly responsible for the contour and shape of your face, in addition to their basic functions. Well, since you have the Body of the Devil, then naturally your face will become even more tempting. That's it."

Jack turned to the woman — In my opinion it seems to you. I'm just tired... all these deaths, bullets flying overhead.

— I understand. — Chiquita nodded — But the fight is not over. It's early to rest.

— That's right! Jack straightened up jokingly

...

A convoy of cars drove fast through the streets of Ruanapur.

There were six men in the black mini bus, not counting the driver.

— What happened, guys? I was pulled right out of the parasha.

— Some strays decided to liquidate Coco Hekmotyer on our territory, and we have a business relationship with her, and not only that. Plus there's Jack.

— Oh, you should have started with the last one, ha-ha-ha-ha.

— The captain is probably throwing up and throwing up.

— You're talking business.

— Do not wake up a demon in a woman in love if you know that she is a veteran who has gone through hell.

— Hmm, have you heard what they say about the Captain?

— About the fact that she's not the same anymore?

- yes. — the man nodded, checking the shortened Kalashnikov assault rifle — She got a young lover and now she's completely unglued.

— Nonsense. — The driver smiled coldly — Rather the opposite.

— What are you talking about, Mitek?

— With Jack, the Captain has become even tougher and more determined.

— You think?

— I'm sure. Everything didn't make sense before. We're just the mafia, we're rowing money that you can't put in your grave with you. She wasn't happy, she just went with the flow, but when Jack came along, everything changed. Now it makes sense to live and rejoice, and at the same time now there is something to lose and protect.

- yes... I think she'll destroy anyone who gets in our way or tries to take the kid away from her.

— Oh, it's close. Do you hear? Shots fired.

— We hear, not deaf.

The men pulled balaclavas over their faces at once and pulled the fuse box.

The doors opened, and they quickly got up from their seats — We are working!

— Whoever dies first is a sucker!

— Mikha, and if you recline first?

— Yes, poh. The dead don't care.

— However, we will remember you for a long time.

— Then I don't intend to recline first! *shot* *shot*

Former soldiers and veterans in one person simultaneously flew out of mini buses and in a matter of seconds put all the mercenaries on the street, moving to the hotel.

The fate of the attacking mercenaries can only be called tragic.

Balalaika's men and Jack and the others took them in a vise from both sides.

Literally in five minutes there was nothing left of the well-coordinated unit of mercenaries.