Luxury is luxury for a reason.

For example, Ms. Angel in front of her, she was jumping on the bed alone, and she had been shouting for more than an hour, and she didn't show any tiredness. Not only that, but her lines are also constantly new and very rich, not blindly repeating a few commonly used clichés.

It can be seen that even putting aside the hard conditions such as body appearance, she is worthy of the title of "luxury" in terms of physical strength, voice, and on-the-spot adaptability.

In short, Angel used her strong execution to complete the task given to her by Jack.

However, nothing unusual happened......

For more than an hour, no one rushed in through the door or window, and no one knocked on the door to complain.

It didn't take until about three o'clock in the morning, when Jack felt that it was almost over, and then he said, "Okay, stop, Angel." ”

When Angel heard this, she also played in a second, she immediately stopped calling, sat down on the bed, and let out a sigh.

"Whew-what? Is it over? Angel smiled herself when she asked the question, "Uh...... You know, I didn't mean that. ”

Jack didn't answer this at all, and said directly: "Now, there is one more thing I want you to do for me." ”

"Huh?" Angel was stunned for a moment, and instantly thought crookedly, "That'...... You'll have to wait for me to take another shower. ”

"There's no need." Jack really convinced the conscience of this industry that never left the industry, he shook his head, and said, "What I want you to do is very simple...... First, let out a scream of terror. ”

Angel was also very cooperative, and after hearing the request, she hesitated for a second or two before pulling her throat.

"And then?" After she finished calling, she asked in her usual voice.

"And then, please wait a few more minutes...... "Jack replied, "you can use this time to make your clothes a little messy, and make that kind of ...... It seems to be in a state of being put on in a hurry in a short time. After that, you can grab your things and leave the hotel as fast as you can, where you want to go...... And, forget about tonight forever. ”

"Heh......" Angel replied as he said and began to mess with his clothes and hair, with a slightly tired expression, "I am afraid that this kind of memory is hard to forget...... Sweetheart. ”

"At the very least, don't mention it to anyone." Jack Road.

"What happens if I mention it? Will you come after me? Angel asked.

"If I kill you, you won't see the next sunrise." "It's not me you're going to worry about, it's the people who hired you......," Jack replied, "and after a few pauses, he said in a deep voice, "If you tell me about tonight's experience, there may be people you who you should never have anything to do with you, who may kill you, who may interrogate you, who will do many worse things to you and the people around you than you could have imagined......"

Hearing this, Angel didn't show any fear.

Because people like her rarely think about the future, she doesn't even want to think about what will happen tomorrow.

For the women in her profession, the "future" is always bleak; Having hope for the future is like chasing a mirage in the desert, no matter how close they think they are to their destination, they will eventually return to their original point in disillusionment and taste deeper despair and pain.

And what about the "past"? The same is unbearable; Even the best memories are mixed for them, because they end in a remorseful or tragic twist.

Therefore, the only thing these women can have is "now".

They numb themselves with a life of drunkenness, sink in the eternal night of materialism, and finally ...... Towards withering.

This is their destined fate.

Angel...... I've seen all of this through. Although she will still feel scared of the danger in front of her, and she will also have the consciousness to protect herself when she encounters something, if you talk to her about "the future" and "tomorrow", the less professional "self" in her heart will only feel ...... What about dying?

"Huh...... Is it? With a wry smile, Angel took two steps forward with her charming figure, walked up to Jack, and said in a flirtatious tone, "Then the time will be ...... Will you come to my rescue? ”

Before she could finish speaking, the muzzle of a pistol was already pressed against her eyebrows.

"It's time for you to go." Jack's expression still looked so cold, like an emotionless machine.

He seems to want to tell the other party with his actions - he will only kill people, not save people.

Seeing this, Angel took two steps back, threw a slightly angry look at Jack, and then didn't say anything, just picked up her bag and walked towards the door.

She put on her high heels in the aisle, and before she left the door, she turned around again, looked at Jack and said, "So, you're still not going to tell me what your name is, are you?" ”

Jack looked at her coldly and did not respond.

"Humph!" Angel snorted and took a rose from the flower basket next to her, "Then I'll call you 'Mr. Rose'." With that, she slammed the door and left.

Although Angel looked a little angry when she left, she did as Jack said; She didn't call the police or ask anyone for help, but ran as fast as she could to a nearby parking lot, got into her car, and drove into the pre-dawn darkness.

At the same time, inside the hotel room.

Jack was still waiting, still standing in that corner, far from all doors and windows, motionless.

For more than an hour, he had been using his excellent hearing to listen to the wind and grass around him against Angel's emotional shouts.

As far as he could hear, in the rooms adjacent to his room, except for the one downstairs, the other tenants had all put their ears to the wall or the floor, eavesdropping on Angel's moans, and even one guy used up half a box of tissues just by listening to the sound.

Judging from the breathing, heartbeat, and reactions of these people who listened with relish and were completely unwilling to complain, there is no doubt that they are just ordinary residents.

Therefore, Jack can be sure that the person who will come to deal with him tonight will not be watching very close to his room, but will choose to wait and see what happens from a further distance.

This is also understandable, after all...... He is Jack Anderson.

Ten years ago, Jack was hired by an employer with an official federal background to assassinate his political enemies. After the matter was settled, the other party wanted to kill Jack to get rid of the trouble, so he used his power to betray Jack's whereabouts and sent a team of federal SWAT officers to kill Jack.

As a result, when the team was in Jack's upstairs room with military-grade surveillance equipment to listen to Jack's movements, and prepared to blow up the ceiling and kill him...... Jack used a modified pistol, relying on his own hearing, to wipe out all twelve people on the other side through the ceiling.

This incident was evidenced by surveillance video throughout the whole process, and there were official records; Although this information is not publicly available to the public, the Killer Circle is also a place where eyes and hands are in the sky, and it didn't take long for Jack's peers to hear about it.

Since then, there has been an additional rumor in the killer circle - "Don't listen to Jack Anderson's wall, or your head may be blown off by a bullet coming through the wall." ”

…………

Time passed quietly, and before you knew it, another hour had passed.

Finally, Jack's waiting, with a result—someone is coming.

"Two in the corridor, one outside the window......" Jack counted silently in his heart, "one meter ninety, eighty-five kilograms, one meter eighty-five, eighty-six kilograms......" Although the other party had been as quiet as possible, and the corridor was carpeted, Jack still guessed the height and weight of the other party from the subtle footsteps, "The one outside the window is a master, even if he is hanging on a sling, his heartbeat is very stable, and there is hardly any sound that ordinary people can capture...... The two at the door, although also quite professional, are just bait......"

Before those uninvited guests appeared, Jack had already analyzed the information and tactics of the other party, and was mentally ready to deal with various situations.

Bang –

Two seconds later, the door to the room was kicked open, and the taller man rushed straight to the living room, the one slightly shorter than him quickly checked the closet next to the hallway, and then followed.

They were holding specially modified silencer guns, not ordinary guns with silencers, so there was no problem with any loss of accuracy and power.

With the skill and marksmanship of these two men, with such weapons, even opponents armed with submachine guns or shotguns are completely worthy in short-range firefights.

However, the tall killer was shot in the head by a bullet the moment he stepped into the living room.

To know...... When he kicked the door, he was already holding the gun flat and pressed his finger on the trigger; He was always ready to shoot at any humanoid object that came into his sight, even a corpse, and he would not hesitate to make up for it.

But Rao was like this, he still didn't even fire a shot and got the lunch.

The man who followed the tall man was also quick to react, and when the brains of the man in front of him burst into his face, he instinctively lowered his body, hid behind his companion's torso, and used his companion's body as a human shield; This is a good idea, because their jackets and cardigans are lined with body armor, which can be used by even dead people to defend against them for a while.

It's a pity that what greeted him next was not a long-range shooting duel a few meters away, but a more dangerous killing machine.

Whew-

A second later, with the sound of a breaking wind, a lightning-like figure had struck from the corner of the living room.

The killer's vision was bound to be blocked by bending to dodge, and he could only tell by the shadows on the ground and the sound of footsteps that Jack was rushing over, but when he was about to take aim to meet him, he only heard another gunshot, and at the same second, the lights in the room ...... extinguished.

Jack's figure also disappeared in the suddenly darkened room.

However, where the killer stood, it was still bright, because there was still light in the corridor behind him.

The killer wasn't stupid either, he immediately shoved his companion's corpse forward, and himself threw himself down the hallway with a bent and turned, trying to retreat outside.

Unexpectedly, the moment he turned around, his ankle was grabbed by a hand.

He didn't have time to react effectively to this turn of events, and he followed in the footsteps of his companions......

Within half a second of his body's loss of control, a bullet hit him in the back of the head with precision, giving him a brain splash.

Bang! Pong Chang Chang –

At the same moment, the window of the room was broken with a gun, followed by a sound of bodies smashing glass.

Without looking back, Jack knew it was the one outside the window who had come in.

And he did not look back, when the posture of his body was not adjusted at all...... Just by listening to the voice, he began to shoot.

Jack was seen holding a gun in his right hand, the muzzle of which passed under his left armpit, and fired four bullets into his rear......

When the first shot was fired, Jack was still half-crouched with his back to the window, but by the time the fourth shot was fired, he had completed the transition to turning, straightening his arms, and facing the enemy.

After these four shots, the "master brother" who invaded from the window was basically disabled......

It was shot twice in the torso, one in the arm and one in the thigh; By the time he landed, he was bleeding profusely, and he could only roll to the side of the bed, relying on the cover of the bed to avoid Jack's pursuers.

There are three reasons why the master brother did not die:

For one, because he was approaching from the outside via a zipline, it was difficult for Jack to accurately judge his height and size by hearing, so when shooting blindly, Jack would naturally choose to shoot near the "center", so two shots were fired at the body armor.

Second, his skills are indeed good, and when he heard the first gunshot, he instinctively changed the position of the fall, deflected himself in the direction of the bed, and rolled towards the nearest "bunker".

Third, Jack's four shots...... There was no death in the first place.

"Damn! How is this possible? "After being shot and falling to the ground, the master brother was full of suspicion; He thought that he had an advantage and could catch guard, but he didn't expect that now he was beaten by someone and had not been able to gain a foothold.

He didn't understand it at all...... Why did things turn out the way they did?

All indications are that the target and the "high-end goods" they sent to their door have and died in the process.

Of course, as professional killers, they don't let their guard down because of this appearance.

When they arrived, they had already made the assumption that the target had most likely not died from the 'praying mantis', and was lying dormant in the room; This wave of siege is also based on this assumption.

If you think about it from the perspective of these killers-

Even if the target senses someone approaching in the hallway, it won't be easy to deal with the two people who came in through the doorway, right?

Even if the target could handle the two people rushing in through the door, there was no way out of the window, right?

Even if the target even thought of this, in terms of time, the person outside the window started to act five seconds after hearing his companion kick the door...... With such a compact assault from both directions, will the target have time to react and respond?

However, from Jack's point of view, the reality is-

Yes, it's easy to get you guys.

I already knew there was someone outside the window, and I guessed the timing of your rush in.

Of course I didn't have time to react, and I didn't even bother to activate the "power" on you.

"Wait!" Two seconds later, after a short inner struggle, the master brother hurriedly shouted, "I surrender!" ”

It is not so difficult to choose between "dying immediately" and "being held accountable by the organization afterwards".

At this moment, aside from the pain in his torso, the gunman and his thigh were shot, and the wound on the leg was bleeding profusely...... This injury was enough for him to make up his mind to give up resistance.

"Who sent you?" Jack didn't say half a word of nonsense, and when he heard the word "surrender", he threw it back directly.

"We were just doing what we were told, but we didn't know who gave the order." The master brother replied.

"That answer isn't enough to get you out of this room alive." When Jack said this, he was standing in the hallway of the doorway, leisurely changing magazines.

The master brother thought for a few more seconds, and then said, "Qianming...... We are the people of the underworld. He paused, his tone changing slightly, "If you're really 'Jack Anderson,' you should know...... I'm not lying. ”

"There is only one kind of person in this world who does not lie......," Jack replied, "and you are not that kind of person." ”

As soon as these words came out, the master brother, who was still tearing the sheets and bandaging his thighs, even stopped the movements of his hands...... Because he felt like he was going to finish it.

"However, for now, I will believe your words." It wasn't until five seconds later that the second half of Jack's sentence came out.

He gasped for breath, but he scared the master brother so much that he finished watching it.

"I'll call an ambulance for you, so ......," Jack said, slowly retreating into the hallway, "...... After that, please say hello to your comrades on my behalf. ”

At this point, he turned and prepared to leave.

"Hey! Why are you making such a big fuss? At that moment, the male tenant who lived in the next room, who had used up half a box of tissues, opened the door, leaned half into the hallway, and yelled at Jack in a complaining tone, "It's noisy in the middle of the night, and I don't let people sleep......"

Bang –

In the middle of his sentence, Jack passed by him and ...... Without even looking at him, he casually threw a shot at his lower body.

Because it all happened so quickly, the man with a double standard for "noise" froze for two seconds, looking down at his wound before reacting......

"Ahh

Two seconds later, he let out a long-lasting, hoarse, crying howl.

In the blink of an eye, blood had spread from the wound on his leg and dripped, and the tenants in the nearby rooms were also attracted by his screams and opened the door to watch.

After such a commotion, the ambulance was already on its way......

Jack, on the other hand, took the elevator to the first floor of the hotel unhurriedly.

Taking advantage of the fact that the hotel staff was busy due to emergencies, he turned to the cafeteria that had not yet opened, took a few slices of freshly baked toast and a carton of milk, and walked out of the hotel lobby while eating.

When the siren sounded from the street in the distance, Jack's figure had stepped into the early morning mist.