Jack was shocked, not only because Messia had fallen into the hands of the enemy, but more importantly, because the bald man was wearing a red tie.

A red tie with a black suit, and a conspicuous bald head, although this face is not familiar to him, not handsome enough and even a little ugly, but it is difficult not to make people have some bad associations.

"John, you watch the elevator stop on a few floors, I'll take the safe passage and tell me through the intercom."

Jack rushed to the stairs and turned back to John and yelled at him, leaving him where he was.

If the elevator is really the kind of killer he thinks, it will be difficult to be good today, whether it is the world accidentally sewing the game together, or just a movie adapted from a game, an ordinary policeman like John is not even qualified to be cannon fodder.

Only by relying on his own systematic skills can he confront the guys who are almost close to non-human, Jack thought as he ran down the stairs at a rapid pace, and when he was almost halfway there, John's unclear call came over the intercom.

"Jack, the elevator stops on the B floor."

"Is Level B a parking lot?" Jack was worried that he was too far away and there was no signal, so he stopped for the time being.

"Uh, I'll ask for Morgue Jack, stay safe, I'll get down right away."

"Call for reinforcements, you'd better bring more men down"

Jack's voice unconsciously trembled a little, although he is an atheist and is not afraid of ghosts, but he is afraid of horror movies, whether it is Master Jiang or Teacher Yamamura, it is an indelible shadow of his childhood.

Jack continued to run down the stairs, a little more awkward.

Pushing open the heavy iron door in front of him, a "refreshing" coolness hit, Jack held the Glock, and moved forward step by step in the dim light.

Why would the morgue use such dim, old-fashioned fluorescent tubes? I don't have to come to one or two old ones, which keep flickering in the corridor, and the terrifying atmosphere is directly filled.

Someone searched all the way in fear, and at this time he had never hated the supernormal perception that the system had brought him, the sizzling sound of the daylight lights flickering, the hula hula of the old exhaust fan turning weakly.

With the faint stench of corpses mixed with the scent of disinfectant and formalin, Jack felt like his adrenaline was about to burst.

If someone who understands Chinese was standing behind Jack at this time, he would be surprised to hear some difficult words in his mouth.

"It's not enough to be talented. Not good for the ancients, not enough."

"Progress, pride."

"Good habits, upward."

With a click, Jack was about to turn a corner, when he suddenly stepped on a few pieces of broken glass under his feet, and when he looked up, he saw a half-broken fluorescent tube above his head.

A silent kick flew in the darkness, right in his lower abdomen, followed by a continuous stream of knees and elbows, from his lower abdomen to his stomach to his chest, and finally to his fragile Adam's apple.

Syllable! The tip of the nurse's elbow rested on Jack's throat, her slender forearm firmly grasped by a large hand.

"It's my turn, right?"

Jack's face showed a trace of hideousness, the original look of horror has disappeared, just now he held the gun in both hands, his mind was slightly distracted because of the atmosphere of the scene, and when he reacted, it was too late to parry, so he could only use squatting to avoid the fatal hit.

However, a few consecutive hits in the back could not break his defense, and when he practiced with the accountant before, he realized that he was no longer the weak chicken with a physique worthy of more than 10, and his strong muscles brought him a strong ability to resist blows.

A few attacks from the female nurse or the female killer at this time seemed to hit the fragile position of the chest and abdomen, but apart from a little pain, it didn't even make him take half a step back, and Glock was always firmly in his left hand.

also responded with a silent knee lift to the crotch, and the female killer passed out without saying a word, it turns out that not only men will be fatally beaten, and flirting with the legs is also effective for women.

Shaking off the broken body camera on his chest, Jack pretended to crush it with a casual kick, so that he didn't have to worry about someone finding out about his shivering ugly appearance before.

Handcuffing the female killer with fists and legs, the fear in someone's heart has disappeared for the most part, and now the most important thing is to save Messia, no monster can stop his winnings, and he has even figured out how big a refrigerator to put in his kitchen.

With his guns in his hands on alert, Jack moved quickly against the wall, turning a corner again, and finally heard some movement outside a coroner's office.

A quick probe glanced inside, Jack's hanging heart finally fell to the ground, and in the middle of several stainless steel dissecting tables, the bald man in the suit was facing away from him, holding a disc-shaped bone saw, and was forcing Messia to ask something.

Now someone is not nervous at all, because the back of the bald man's head in a suit with his back to him is very clean, and there is no certain signature stripe code.

"Tell me the password, or cut off my ears first, then my fingers."

"Put down that thing in your hand, or I won't mind blowing up your bald head!" Jack walked through the coroner's office and appeared at the door of the autopsy room in the middle room.

The bald man snorted coldly and pressed the buzzing bone saw in his hand against Messia's carotid artery.

"Put down the gun, or you'll only get a corpse."

From the beginning of the moment, Jack was forced to chase into the morgue, was almost attacked by a female killer, and had to protect this IRS undercover until Ray King arrived, and he didn't know how to find time to solve the sequelae of the adrenaline outburst.

Thinking about the fact that he had to endure the impulse for seven or eight hours, his brain was bruised, and it was so difficult to earn extra money!

It's better to vent it directly, thinking of this, Jack withdrew the Glock in his hand from the magazine, put it on the stainless steel dissecting table next to him, and posed in a free fighting starting style, waving at the bald man provocatively.

The bald man stood up with a grin, threw down the bone saw in his hand, took off his black suit without hurry, loosened his red tie, and slowly turned his neck, making a crackling bone crackling sound.

This guy looks about the same height as Jack, but he is much more burly, and it was not obvious in the suit before, but now that he has taken it off, he can see that the shirt inside is so tight that he can almost snap the buttons.

"Did your mother feed you protein powder instead of milk powder when you were a child?"

Jack continued to taunt, taking two steps back seemingly nervously, but in fact he just wanted to keep the guy away from Messia, who had fallen to the ground.

(End of chapter)