Chapter 99 - Series

The main street of Ruanapur, as always, was packed with people.

Groups of people were walking here and there, scurrying around the shops and kiosks.

All because the main street of the city was, in combination, also a market.

It was difficult to drive by car here because of the people and even the most beaten idiots did not dare to brazenly drive, threatening to hit a person.

Because this is Ruanapur.

A city in which most of the people are robbers, criminals, thugs, killers and other illegal creatures that have found a place for themselves in this wonderful city.

Such people will not tolerate, literally, 'hits' and will simply turn your metal trough, on wheels, into a colander.

Along this street, Jack was moving with a calm step, in the direction of Ishtar.

Looking around the kiosks with a disinterested gaze, he enjoyed the pleasant breeze.

— Meat balls on a skewer! Delicious, golden, and the smell, you'll just die! Don't pass by!

— Vegetables, shrimp and other marine life in tempura! Fly people!

— Tom Young! Sharp as your blade! Delight your tongue with real roasting!

Jack jerked his nose at the smells that mixed into a killer cacophony, from which the hairs in his nose began to move from shock.

What can I say, even my eyes started to water.

— Oh, my God... — Jack whispered under his breath, wiping a stingy tear — ... they love all sorts of sharp shit here.

A little further on, Jack came across a small cart, behind which sat an elderly old man with a careless beard.

With a rather peaceful face by nature, he carefully, lovingly, turned the pancakes on a large stove, and then wrapped them in banana stuffing with some kind of buttercream.

Jack blinked a couple of times, smiled slightly— Sweet... want.

- "You have a diet." — Mr. Mirror noticed and Jack's face twisted

- "I've already thrown it off well. There's not much left. The rest is muscle mass. And a couple of pancakes won't do anything. My body now needs a lot of energy. By the way, how much has my daily caloric intake increased?"

- "Well... you need about five thousand calories a day."

- "This is almost the norm of three healthy men! Pancakes definitely won't hurt me. And anyway, I'm injured, I need to recover, and this requires energy."

- "Did you pump your brains to come up with excuses on the go?" Gunther chuckled

- "Not without it." — shrugged Jack and went to the cart — One portion, please.

The old man raised his head and smiled, put six folded rectangles in a paper parcel.

Also silently, the old man held out the package and pointed his finger at the price.

After looking at the whole thing, Jack was confused by the fact that the old man did not speak.

Using Belial's Eyes, he realized that the elder was just dumb.

— Thanks, old man. — smiling gently, Jack said, handing over the money — No change needed.

Then he quickly walked away from the cart, finally noticing how worried the old man was.

He clearly wanted to give up ten dollars, as it was many times higher than the cost of pancakes.

But since he was mute, he could not shout or at least wheeze something.

His legs had been failing for a long time, so he couldn't get up from the chair quickly, and when he finally did it, leaning on the cart, the young generous guy was already gone.

After standing there for a while, looking into the crowd with excitement and anxiety, the old man sat back on the chair and sniffed, wiping a couple of tears that rolled down his wrinkled cheeks with his sleeve.

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Jack, in turn, after walking a little further down the street, found a place to sit down.

A couple of benches were empty, and he sat down on one of them.

And so he was, slowly savoring the tender sweet pancakes with a banana and calmly leaning back on the bench, sitting as if he was not in a city full of murderers and rapists.

When half of the pancakes were already finished, Jack finally noticed that someone was staring at him intently.

He turned his head warily to see who was looking at him...

As a result, he crossed paths with a pair of small green eyes.

On the next bench, somehow quietly and imperceptibly, a girl of eight years sat down.

The gray sundress was clean, but he was definitely older than Jack himself.

There's a patch, here the edge has worn off completely...

There was nothing on the girl's legs.

Small bare feet were coarsened to be able to walk safely without shoes.

The baby was holding a fresh loaf in her hands, but her gaze kept falling on the sweet pancakes in his hands.

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- "Homeless? An orphan? Can I take her to a shelter?.." — Jack poured guesses and questions on himself

When he crossed eyes with her, the girl immediately lowered her head, starting to look at her feet.

With a kind, friendly smile, Jack put the package of pancakes on the bench - Hey, beauty, where are your parents? It's dangerous to walk around the city alone.

The girl raised her head and hugged the loaf, quietly replied — Dad is at home. Mom... don't know. Dad says she's fishing. She just sailed far away and won't be back soon, but she will definitely come back when I get big.

— I see. — Jack sighed softly — "Well, I'm not an orphan and it's already good..."

The girl's eyes did not leave the pancakes and naturally he noticed it — Do you want? I'm already full.

The little girl nodded cautiously, pursing her lips.

— Fine, but let's do this ... — he said in the most kind and calm tone, picking up the package and handing it to her — I give you the pancakes, and you tell me your name. Okay?

The girl nodded again — My name is Suriya. That's what my mom called me.

— Great. Suriya. It's a very beautiful name. It suits you. Hold. Jack said, nodding, putting the bundle in his small, calloused hands

— You are very kind, Uncle. — Suriya smiled softly, almost imperceptibly, looking at the guy with her head slightly lowered

— "Uncle..." — Jack said sourly, mentally, but quickly discarded this moment — I'm not kind. I just like to please little beauties, but be careful, Suriya, not everyone is like that... friendly.

The girl ate one pancake and smiled — I know. Do you like little girls?

— Well... I guess you could say that. — after thinking about it, Jack replied — I, in general, like children, but only if they are cute and obedient.

Suriya opened her eyes — Am I sweet and obedient?

Jack grinned—Well, honey, that's right, but I don't know about obedience. Do you love Dad? Do you obey him?

- yes! I love Dad and obey him! — the little one said energetically, flapping her thick eyelashes

"That's good. — closing his eyes, Jack smiled broadly — Come on, eat, and then I'll take you home.

The girl was surprised, and then happily smiled — Good! Thanks!

— Nothing, eat more slowly.

...

"Is this your house?" Jack asked with a grimace, looking at the collapsing hut

— Yeah. — Suriya said a little sadly — We don't live richly. Dad is very ill and constantly needs money for medicines, and I help him.

- Yes?.. It's hard for you. — he sighed

— It's okay. — Suriya smiled — The main thing is that Dad is always with me. I don't want to be alone. I don't like being alone.

Jack looked at her and squatted down, smiling — Everything will be fine.

— I know. — the girl laughed — I will try to make everything okay, and mom will come back.

— Good mood. Not every adult can do that. — Jack was surprised and stroking the girl on the head, he was about to leave, but then she took him by the hand with both hands — I want to show you to Dad. Will you come in with me?

Jack froze for a moment.

Not that he was in a hurry...

It wasn't that he didn't trust the baby...

It's just that he had already entered a house like this once, and then there were three corpses - a father, a child and a mother, whom he himself shot.

— good. Let's go. — Jack nodded with a smile, squinting — We need to see who raised such a princess, right?

In response, Suriya laughed and led him by his left hand into the house.

Jack, with his free hand, removed his new pistol from the safety.

...

Inside, the house was not as bad as it seemed from the outside.

Yes, everything inside is already very old, but the general care of the house was visible.

And everything would be fine, Jack had already tuned in to a pleasant mood from such a clean and tidy interior, when suddenly, going into the second room with the baby, he saw the girl's father sitting on the sofa.

The old TV was quietly working, and a man of thirty, leaning back on the soft cushions of the sofa, lay with a lazy smile.

Jack quickly noticed a rubber tourniquet on his right arm and a half-emptied syringe.

- "Drug addict..." — he said to himself somewhat sternly, greatly knitting his eyebrows

— Dad! Have you taken your medicine yet?

- yes... the man replied with a silly smile, without moving

— Dad! I brought my uncle! As you asked, he loves little girls too!

The man abruptly opened his eyes and saw Jack's empty, emotionless face— Oh! Customer! Well done daughter! Go get ready, while Dad talks.

- yes! Suriya shouted, running into another room

— Huh, listen, young man, an hour costs twenty-five bucks - not a dollar less, understand?

- what?..

The man frowned discontentedly.

Slowly getting up from the sofa, he removed the tourniquet from his arm and adjusted the gun in his belt—Don't even start, kid. You won't find such pleasure anywhere cheaper. And yes, you can't hurt her, but if you, in a fit of passion, slap her a little, then it's fine.

Jack stood stock-still, his eyes wide.

He understood and at the same time didn't fucking understand what the fuck was going on right now.

Devouring anger, withering rage and innocent confusion fought in him like fire and water.

— Y-you... are you selling your own daughter?..

The man made a nasty face in anger — Just don't pour shit on my ears, huh?! I don't want to listen to this kind of shit from someone who came to fuck a child. Her mother left me with some rich son and left me with a child. I take and use what's left after her and that's it.

— She's your daughter... your blood...

The fingers on the guy's hands were shaking with nerves.

— And what? — dad tilted his head sideways — She's mine. Belongs to me. It used to be ours, but now it's just mine. And believe me, it's up to me to decide what to do with her. I don't give a shit how many times her pussy gets torn. She has to work off what her fucking mother did to me. I, Virot, do not forgive anyone who dared to treat me like shit.

- "Will they tear it up?.. Work out?.." — Jack repeated after him in his thoughts, while his internal organs almost turned over from the situation

O'Dim grinned as best he could, with an evil gleam in his eyes—"What a sweet father. I wonder if he also uses his child or not?"

Jack didn't answer Gunther.

He looked at the face of a drug addict and tried to find in it at least some remnants, even crumbs, of something human.

— In short, fucked up. Why am I crucifying myself in front of you at all? The campaign was notable... — dad giggled, running his hand through his hair — Are you going to buy or not?

"I'm not a pedophile, you bastard... Jack replied calmly

Slowly, his eyes began to narrow, and his honey irises began to shine with a fierce evil demonic light.

- Yes? Why did you come here then?.. Exactly... she brought you... Suriya!

The patter of small feet was heard from the next room.

The door opened and Suriya came to them in the hall... being naked.

Jack's eyes slammed into the girl's body and the guy's jaw trembled.

Under the sundress, there were no visible bruises on the body and bites that clearly belonged to adults, judging by the size.

Barely beginning to develop breasts were all covered with these bites, but more terrifying were the mutilated nipples that barely healed, being covered with a blood crust.

But it also stood next to the horror below...

Her father did not talk about... 'tearing' at all for a pretty word...

The old scars and very fresh surgical stitches would be noticeable even to a nearsighted person from such a distance.

— What is it, Dad?.. Suriya asked in obvious fright, looking at her father's angry face

— You brought the wrong one! I told you to look for those who love little girls!

The girl trembled and took a step back, looked at Jack, biting her lip — In-did you deceive me? Q-Don't you like little girls?..

— I... — Jack managed, not knowing how to answer her

Severe pain tormented his chest.

It was baking as if burning coals had been shoved into it.

The agony was incomparable to the pain of a bullet.

The pain from the bullet could be endured.

It was possible to distract from it.

It was possible to take medications.

But this pain?

This mental and mental pain, mixed with disappointment, rage and anger, tormented the guy's mind in a way that a malicious shepherd would not have ruffled a tiny kitten.

The body was in a stupor and at the same time burned with the desire to move.

Adrenaline spurred the muscles like a slave with a whip.

They throbbed, burned, and demanded to be given the will to act.

The guy's eyes dug into her father's body like a kite, promising a variety of terrible hardships — Such as you should not trample the earth in this world.

Dad tensed, and then grinned maliciously — Really? Ha-ha-ha, how stupid, innocent and arrogant the younger generation is. And what if it is!?

He abruptly reached for the pistol in his belt, but his hand only managed to grab the handle of the barrel and pull, as Jack's big leg broke a limb with a powerful hard blow.

— Fuck! Dad shouted, flying against the wall and hitting it hard with his back — Not bad, little shit. — he grinned

The gun flew out and flew into the corner of the room.

The broken arm didn't stop the bastard from grinning at all.

He didn't feel any pain, it was clear.

— no! You are welcome! — there was a shocked girlish squeal and the guy's legs were hugged by a small naked body — Don't touch Dad! Dad is good! Suriya doesn't want to be alone! Go away! I'll do anything, just don't touch Dad!

Crying, she pressed her face to Jack's stomach, as her height was just enough to reach there with her head.

That shocked, frightened cry of a child...

These hot tears that he felt on himself...

That confident grin on her father's face...

All this only added more fuel to the flames of his hatred and rage...