There are reasons why luxury goods are luxury goods.

For example, Ms. Angel in front of her, she jumped and jumped on the bed for more than an hour and didn't show any fatigue. Not only that, her lines were often new and very rich, and she did not just repeat a few common clichés.

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

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

However, nothing abnormal happened...

In the past hour, no one rushed in through the door or window, nor did anyone knock on the door to complain.

It was fussing until after three o'clock in the morning. Jack felt it was almost done and said, "Okay, stop, Angel."

When Angel heard this, she was out of the show for a second. She immediately stopped calling, collapsed on the bed, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Huh-what? Is it over?" Angel smiled after asking this question, "Uh... you know, I don't mean that."

Jack didn't take this off at all and said directly: "Now, there is one more thing you want to help me."

"Ah?" Angel was stunned when he heard this, and thought wrongly in an instant, "Then... you have to wait for me to take a shower first."

"No need." Jack was really convinced by this industry conscience who was indifferent to his three sentences. He shook his head and said, "What I want you to do is very simple... First of all, please let out a terrified scream."

Angel also cooperated very well. After hearing the request, he hesitated for a second or two before making a sound.

"What?" she asked in her usual voice after she finished calling.

"Then, please wait a few more minutes..." Jack replied, "You can take advantage of this time to make your clothes messy and make them into a state of being in a hurry... as if you were wearing them in a short time. Then, you can take your stuff, leave the hotel as fast as possible, and go wherever you should... and forget about what happened tonight forever."

"Ha..." Angel began to mess up his clothes and hair as he said, while continuing with a slightly tired look, "This kind of memory is probably unforgettable... Sweetheart."

"Then at least, don't mention it to anyone." Jack said.

"What if I mention it? Will you come and kill me?" Angel asked.

"If I want to kill you, you won't see the next sunrise." Jack replied, "You should not worry about me, but the people who hired you..." He paused for a few seconds and said in a deep voice, "If you tell me about your experience tonight, there may be some people you should never be related to come to you. They may kill you, or interrogate you, and they will do many bad things to you and the people around you that are beyond your imagination..."

Hearing this, Angel didn't show any fear.

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

For women in her industry, the "future" is always dark; having a future 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 the starting point in disillusionment and taste deeper despair and pain.

And what about the "past"? It is also unbearable to look back on; even the best memories are mixed when they taste it, because those memories will eventually end in a twist of regret or tragic.

Therefore, all these women can have is "now".

They use their rich and rich life to numb themselves, sink in the eternal night of material desires, and eventually... go to wither.

This is their destined destiny.

Angel... has already seen through this. Although she is still afraid of the dangers that are in front of her and will have the awareness of protecting herself when encountering things, if you talk to her about the "future" and "tomorrow", her less professional "self" in her heart will only feel...what will she die?

"Ha... is that?" After a bitter smile, Angel twisted her charming figure and stepped forward two steps, walked to Jack's approach, and said in a flirtatious tone, "Will you come to save me then?"

Before he finished speaking, the muzzle of a pistol had already hit her forehead.

"You should leave." Jack's expression still looked so cold, like a machine without emotions.

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

Seeing this, Angel took two steps back and cast a look of anger at Jack, then said nothing, just picked up his bag and walked towards the door.

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

Jack looked at her coldly, not responding.

"Hmph!" Angel said coquettishly and took a rose from the flower basket next to her, "Then I will call you 'Mr. Rose'." After that, she slammed the door and left.

Although Angel seemed a little angry when she left, she did what Jack said; she neither called the police nor asked anyone for help, but ran to the nearby parking lot as fast as possible, got into her own car, and drove into the darkness before dawn.

Meanwhile, in the hotel room.

Jack was still waiting, and he was still standing in the corner away from all the doors and windows, motionless.

For more than an hour before, he had been using his outstanding hearing, and monitoring the surroundings with Angel's passionate shouts.

As he heard, in the few rooms adjacent to his room, except for the one downstairs, the other tenants, without exception, put their ears on the wall or the ground, eavesdropping on Angel's moans, and even a guy used half a box of tissues just by listening to the sound.

Judging from the breathing, heartbeat of these people, and their reactions that they had relished and had no intention of complaining, they were undoubtedly just ordinary residents.

Therefore, Jack was basically sure that the person who was coming to deal with him tonight was not to monitor him very close to his room, but chose to wait and see what happened further away.

This is understandable, after all...he is Jack Anderson.

Ten years ago, there was a time when Jack was hired by an employer with an official federal background to assassinate the other party's political enemy. After the matter was settled, the other party wanted to kill Jack to eliminate future troubles, so he used his power to sell Jack's whereabouts and sent a pair of federal special police to kill Jack.

As a result, when the team used military-grade surveillance equipment to monitor Jack's movements in the room upstairs and were about to explode the ceiling and kill him... Jack used a modified pistol, relying on his own hearing, to destroy all twelve people from the other party through the ceiling.

This incident was surveillance video as evidence throughout the whole process, and there were official records; although this information was not made public to the public, the killer circle was also a place with great wisdom. Not long after, Jack's colleagues all heard about it.

Since then, there has been a rumor in the killer circle - "Don't listen to Jack Anderson's wall, or your head may be blown up by bullets passing through the wall."

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Time passed quietly, and before I knew it, another hour passed.

Finally, Jack's waiting came true - someone came.

"Two in the corridor, one outside the window..." Jack counted silently in his heart, "1.90, 85 kilograms, 1.85 kilograms, 86 kilograms..." Although the other party had kept it as quiet as possible and there was a carpet in the corridor, Jack still inferred the other party's height and weight from the subtle footsteps. "The one outside the window is a master. Even if he was hung on the sling, his heartbeat was very stable, and there was almost no sound that ordinary people could catch... Although the two at the door were quite professional, they were just bait..."

Before the uninvited guests appeared, Jack had analyzed 70% or 80% of the other party's information and tactics, and was mentally prepared to deal with various situations.

Bang--

Two seconds later, the door of the room was kicked open, and the taller one who was ahead rushed straight to the living room. The one who was slightly shorter than him quickly checked the wardrobe next to the aisle and followed.

They are holding specially modified silencer guns, rather than ordinary firearms equipped with silencers, so there is no problem of accuracy or power reduction.

With the skills and marksmanship of these two people, using such weapons, even against opponents holding submachine guns or shotguns in short-range firefighting.

However, the tall killer was blown up by a bullet the moment he stepped into the living room.

You know... When this person kicked the door, he had already raised his gun and pulled his finger on the trigger; he was ready to shoot any human-shaped object that entered his sight at any time, even if it was a corpse, he would have shot a few shots without hesitation.

But even so, he still got the bento without even shooting.

The one who followed the tall man also reacted quickly. When the man's brain was exploding and blurred towards his face, he instinctively lowered his body, hid in the torso of his companion, and used it as a human shield. This was indeed a good idea, because their jackets and wool sweaters were lined with bulletproof vests, and even dead people could use them to temporarily resist for a while.

Unfortunately, what greeted him next was not a long-range shooting duel between a few meters, but a more dangerous murderous intent.

call--

A second later, with a loud breeze blowing into his ears, a lightning-like figure hit the corner of the living room.

Because he bent down to avoid the killer, the killer's vision would be blocked. He could only judge by the shadows and footsteps on the ground that Jack rushed over, but when he was about to aim for the attack, he could only hear another gunshot. In the same second, the lights in the room... went out.

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

However, the killer's place was still bright because there was still light in the corridor behind him.

The killer was not stupid either. He immediately pushed his companion's body forward, and he rushed to the corridor with a rolling movement of bent over and turned around, wanting to retreat outside.

Unexpectedly, just as he turned around, his ankle was grabbed by one hand.

He had no time to respond effectively to this incident, so he followed his companions' footsteps...

Within the half second when his body lost control, a bullet hit the back of his head accurately, giving him a splash of brain.

Bang! Pang chang—

At the same time, the window of the room was broken by a gun, followed by a sound of the body smashing the glass.

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

And he did not look back, and his body posture was not adjusted at all... he started shooting just by listening to the voice and defending his position.

Jack was holding a gun in his right hand, and the muzzle passed through his left armpit and fired four shots in the back of him...

When shooting the first shot, Jack was still half-squatting, but when shooting the fourth shot, he had completed the turn, straightened his arms, and changed his posture towards the enemy.

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

His torso was shot two times, and his arms and thighs were also shot. When he landed, he was already bleeding and could only roll and move to the edge of the bed, leaning against the cover of the bed to avoid Jack's pursuit.

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

First, because he approached from the outside through ziplines, it was difficult for Jack to accurately determine his height and body shape through his hearing. In this way, when performing blind shots, Jack would naturally choose the range close to the "center" to shoot, so two shots were shot on the bulletproof vest.

Secondly, his skills are indeed good. When he heard the first gunshot, he instinctively changed his falling posture, making himself lean towards the direction of the bed and roll towards the nearest "cover".

Third, Jack's four shots... were not killed.

"Damn it! How is this possible?" The master brother who fell to the ground was full of surprise. He thought he had the advantage and could catch Jack off guard, but he didn't expect that he would be beaten and gained a foothold now.

He had no idea why...why did things turn out like this?

All signs indicate that the target had sex with the "high-end product" they delivered to their doorstep and had died of poisoning in the process.

Of course, as professional killers, they will not relax their vigilance because of this appearance.

When they came, they had already made the assumption that "the goal is likely not to die from the 'mantis', and they are lying dormant in the room and waiting for the opportunity"; their siege is also based on this assumption.

If you think from the perspective of these killers—
To be continued...