Chapter 918 Jack's Stage Show

Chapter 918 Jack's Stage Show

Jack hid at the entrance of the passage and looked inside. Below was a circular corridor. He was familiar with this place because the rich people in the original play bid for the girls in the box on the left.

Seven or eight boxes surrounded a small stage. The abducted girls were like animals in the market. They were sent to the stage one by one in their half-naked underwear for display.

Of course, Jack couldn't see anything now. He didn't plan to perform a scene of chasing a yacht by car after the girls were taken away, as in the original play.

In the original play, Brian was alone and could do very limited things. Now with the addition of bald Frank and Jack, the situation was reversed. What should he do if he felt unfair? There was only one word, kill!

Back to the corridor, the small iron door on the left had been pried open, and Brian was gone. Jack held the "Viper" and patiently guarded the entrance of the passage.

Not long after, a hurried sound of footsteps came, and Brian appeared again, followed by Frank and Cassel.

Without saying much, Cassel opened his travel bag, revealing the bulletproof vest and submachine gun inside and distributed them to the three people.

Frank's wild ways can be seen from the guns he got. The SR-2M "Heather" submachine gun uses the same pistol bullets as the "Viper" in Jack's hand.

The appearance looks a bit like the Uzi submachine gun, but it uses the gas-blown gas-guided automatic principle and rotating bolt similar to assault rifles and light machine guns.

A retired old CIA agent can easily get Mao-made weapons in Paris with his own connections. Some facts really cannot be thought about carefully.

Putting on the bulletproof vest and inserting the magazine, screwing the silencer on the "Heather" submachine gun, Jack handed two stun grenades to Cassel and pointed to the corner of the left passage.

"Stay here, our retreat is up to you."

The great writer nodded with a murderous look on his face. The submachine gun in his hand was the only one without a silencer.

Just as the three were about to walk down the stairs again, the elevator suddenly made a sound of operation. Brian and Frank, who were walking behind, exchanged glances and stood on either side of the elevator.

With a "ding dong", the elevator door opened, and a guy dressed as a waiter walked out of the elevator with a tray with an ice bucket and a wine glass on it.

He lowered his head and walked out of the elevator, feeling something was wrong, and when he looked up, he was facing Jack's black muzzle.

"Mmmm."

Frank choked him from behind, and Brian took the tray from his hand and handed it to Jack, cooperating in perfect harmony.

"Thank you."

Jack inserted the "Heather" submachine gun into his waist, watched the waiter's body being dragged into the left passage by Cassel, and walked down the stairs with the tray.

Just at this time, the door of the first box opened, and a bodyguard with pigtails came out, turned back and carefully closed the door softly.

"Is your vodka?" Jack walked around the corner and deliberately lowered his hand holding the tray.

"Yes, just leave it there." The bodyguard casually gestured to the coffee table at the door, then his pupils shrank and he realized something was wrong. He reached out to his waist, but there was no waiter wearing a bulletproof vest under his coat.

"Puff." With two light sounds, Jack's right hand under the tray pulled the trigger, one shot hit him in the middle of the chest, and the second shot hit his neck, breaking his spine.

Before the body fell to the ground, Brian had already flashed out from behind Jack, holding the body and letting it fall slowly, then dragged him into the corner by his belt, leaving only a trail of blood.

Then Frank and Jack passed by, pushed open the door of the box and walked in sideways. Not long after, the door of the box was opened again, and the big bald man blew the gunpowder from the muzzle and smiled.

"One-way glass."

Jack shrugged and continued to walk forward, knocking on the second box door on his own initiative, and pushed the door in without waiting for a response from inside, and a female voice came into his ears.

"150,000"

"200,000"

The box was not big, only a few square meters, with red velvet covering the walls for soundproofing. There was a single sofa and a coffee table inside, and a red button on the coffee table.

When Jack entered the door, an old Asian man with gray hair was facing away from him, and he just reached out and pressed the button.

The female voice sounded again, "250,000."

"Hello, Kong Bang." Jack greeted.

As expected, a bodyguard standing behind the old Asian man shouted at Jack, "Baga! Who let you in?"

"Puff!" In response, the "Viper" hidden under the tray made two light sounds.

The old Asian man sitting on the single sofa with his back to the door realized that something was wrong, and turned his head to look behind him in horror. "Puff", a blood hole appeared on his forehead.

Jack put the tray in his hand on the coffee table, raised his head and looked through the large glass in front of him to the center of the stage. A girl wearing only high heels was looking around blankly under the spotlight, obviously a little unconscious.

The movie was indeed shot conservatively. In the original drama, the girls being auctioned at least had underwear to wear.

From the perspective of the box, you can only see the girl in the center of the stage under the spotlight. The other boxes are all black, and you can't see the people participating in the auction behind them. Just as Frank said just now, they are all one-way glass.

Jack still took the vodka in the ice bucket with a smile, pulled out the cork and took a sip. The spicy feeling flowed into his throat with the wine, but the anger burst out from his chest uncontrollably.

He took another sip, shook the bottle in his hand with a rather regretful expression, and threw it out.

The heavy bottle of wine hit the glass curtain wall with a whistling sound. With the sound of glass breaking, Jack pulled out the "Heather" submachine gun from his waist, strode over the glass shards on the ground and walked towards the stage.

A bald bodyguard who was left at the entrance of the stage was about to draw his gun and pointed it at Jack, but he was knocked down by three shots. There were exclamations all around, and the rich people in other boxes had already noticed something was wrong.

Jack stepped onto the stage in two steps, hugged the girl's slender waist, knelt on one knee and held her in his arms. Under the spotlight, in the horrified eyes of the rich, the "Heather" in his hand emitted a faint flame, as if the sickle of the god of death drew a graceful arc.

A short but deadly "PiuPiuPiu" sound rang out. Holding it with one hand and even without opening the folding stock, this SR-2M "Heather" seemed to have no recoil in Jack's hand, and he steadily and wantonly wielded deadly armor-piercing bullets.

With a light "click" sound, the gun was empty, and 30 rounds of bullets were instantly emptied. The magazine release button was pressed, and the empty magazine fell to the ground. The new magazine held in Jack's left hand was stuffed into the gun, and the gunshots started again.

After the two magazines were emptied, except for the broken glass curtain wall on the ground and the bodies lying on the sofa in the back and twitching, the auction site fell into a strange silence.