Chapter 108 - Bodhisattva

The door to the office opened and Lam calmly entered, closing it behind him.

"Where's Jack?" Revie asked immediately

— Gone. — he shrugged his shoulders, handing Coco a piece of information — The murder of two children is far from a domestic matter, so... I wanted to be alone. In the silence of thoughts.

All the girls sighed, and Coco squinted, reading — Italians.

Balalaika's eyes also narrowed — Give me this piece of paper.

Coco gave the parchment to Chiquita, who, in turn, quickly handed it to Sophie.

— I'm not too surprised. — tapping her finger on the table, said Balalaika, reading

Eda, who was standing with her hands behind her head, looked at Revi, who resolutely moved to the door — where are you going?

— To Jack, of course. Revie replied, knitting her eyebrows

Bursting a bubble of gum, Eda scratched her nose — He wants to be alone.

— Maybe so. — the girl waved off — But then what are we to him for?

Turning her head, she looked at the others — Is he ready to die for us, and we can't support him in a difficult moment? Well, shit. Whether he wants to or not, I'll make up the company and go with him.

— So tell him you just want to get drunk with him. — Eda grinned — I'm in business too.

— Don't forget about me too. Shenhua raised her hand

— Both of you will be superfluous. Revie pointed her fingers in their direction

Eda licked her lips— He should say it, not you.

Chiquita and Valmet exchanged glances, and then looked at Sophie and Coco.

Suddenly Balalaika frowned and reached for the phone.

— What is it? Coco asked with some suspicion

—There's nothing wrong with Jack wanting to be alone. — Sophie said calmly — Sometimes you want to sit alone, without mosquitoes buzzing around your ear.

— Hey! — shouted Two—armed - You're hinting at me now, aren't you?!

— But I have one... a premonition... — Balalaika compressed her lips, putting the phone to her ear

Coco finished for her with a gleam of understanding in her eyes—...that Jack went not to be sad alone?

— Alex, did Jack pass by you?

Coco looked at Lam — When you said goodbye to him, what was his mood?

— Hmm ... — the veteran scratched his chin — Fatigue, sadness... it seems even anger and rage... oh fuck! — suddenly an unkind thought came to Lam, and he opened his eyes wide

Shenhua, Eda and especially Revi abruptly began to guess the thoughts of Sophie, Coco and Lam.

"Which way was he going?" — Balalaika asked with her eyebrows drawn together, putting out a cigar on an ashtray — It's clear. Gather the people, I'll be right down.

With a pop, she hung up on the phone, and then abruptly got to her feet — He left in the direction of the Triad territories.

— Are you serious? — Revie got nervous

— You can't joke with that. — quickly threw the jacket over Sophie 's shoulders

Coco clicked her tongue—It looked like he was very angry.

— Alone in the crowd? — Chiquita snarled — When I last checked, his balls were not steel.

Valmet scolded her — Not joking now. What are we doing, Coco?

— Let's move out. — the girl answered quickly and looked at Lam — Drop in and pick up the rifle. You will cover from a height.

Lam nodded and then shook his head at Jack's decision—he's too impetuous after all.

— I hope we can intercept him in time. Revie pursed her lips, clenching her fists until they crackled— He had just left the hospital.

— I thought he was already an adult, but... we need a serious conversation. Balalaika frowned as she walked to the door

— I don't think that's a good idea. — Coco said after, leaving the office with the rest of the girls — We are mistresses, not moms. He won't like it if you tell him off like an adult tells off a child.

Sophie snorted—If he hadn't behaved like a huge, but still a child, I wouldn't have had to take on the role of a strict mom. After all, he's still my subordinate, no matter what. I think, like you, I don't want to see his cold corpse one day because of another unweighted and absolutely insane act.

— It's hard not to agree. Coco shrugged with a wry smile

— He's strong.

"But not immortal.

Eda and Shenhua were walking behind — someone would have a serious conversation.

— A scandal.

— Yeah. Eda grinned

...

While the girls were hoping, with a quick reaction, to intercept Jack, he was already standing in front of an abandoned hotel.

He had suffered enough to send a gang of Italians to the next world, and therefore he ran the shortest possible way, through alleys and backyards.

Breaking a couple of faces along the way, he successfully reached the hostel.

The fact that the hotel was abandoned was immediately apparent.

The windows are broken, there are even no frames somewhere.

This two-story building has seen better days.

At the main entrance, a couple of gangsters stood and impressively performed guard duty.

Jack calmly walked around the side of the building and found a window without glass, jumped inside.

Here a sensitive hearing came into play.

Voices were heard from above.

In addition to the guards at the entrance, whose breathing and babbling he could hear perfectly well, there was another guard on the stairs.

Three on the ground floor and five on the second, in the last room, overlooking the street.

- "And what's your plan?" — Mr. Mirror raised an eyebrow, watching Jack leave the room with a quiet rhythmic step into the corridor to the opponents

— "Improvisation." — Jack answered somewhat indifferently, being very focused

Pulling out the knife given by Shenhua, he swung in advance towards the stairs that led to the second floor.

Valmet taught him one of the throwing techniques.

Of the three styles, she chose the most difficult, but also the most effective for combat, in her case.

The knife flies with a minimum turnover, and this almost does not tie the thrower to the distance, but because of this, beginners and amateurs have problems with accuracy.

Therefore, Jack, although he was preparing to throw a blade, still held a pistol with his other hand. Just in case.

Thanks to the pumped mind, the speed of memorization, and most importantly understanding, has increased significantly, which resulted in an increased learning rate.

Putting in maximum strength, he threw the knife as soon as he saw the opponent.

The speed of reaction, recognition, the effect of surprise and reliable information collected with the help of hearing - worked wonders.

Muscles, like a bowstring, launched the knife at high speed.

He aimed at the neck, but the distance for throwing was not small - almost eight meters.

A little more experience played here, and therefore, the knife went lower and plunged into the bandit's sternum, up to the hilt.

Passing between the upper pair of ribs, he pierced the lower part of the trachea and went further, biting into the spine.

The gangster immediately fell on his back.

The wound was fatal, but not enough to die in an instant.

It looks like the knife was able to damage the spinal cord or the gangster just fainted from the pain shock. Maybe he died from it.

None of this mattered to Jack.

The main thing is that the enemy has been disabled, and there it will be possible to put a bullet in the forehead.

As soon as he saw that the bandit fell back, the guy turned sharply to the left, and quickly ran on bent legs.

Fast and quiet.

Two guards at the main entrance did not have time to fully understand what was happening before they died.

On the spur of the moment, Jack punched with all his might, one on the back of the head, from which he immediately began to fall forward.

The second, who was smoking, abruptly reached for his gun, shouting — Bruno!..

The name of a comrade was the last word he said in this life.

Jack grabbed him by the neck with his left hand, and blocked access to the gun with his right.

Looking around, he found a brick ledge next to the entrance, at the level of the windows.

As if he was just created for this situation.

Moving his whole body, he put his strength and his whole body into the blow.

The bandit's head, with the back of his head, was driven into the corner of the brick.

There was a loud crunch, either from the enemy's skull, or from the brick itself, which broke off and got stuck in pieces in the bandit's head.

But judging by how nasty and "wet" this crunch was, it was easy to guess what was what.

- "Five left." — stated Jack, checking with the credited points of evil

So he accurately determined that the trinity was dead, and not just knocked out.

— "He managed to make a fuss." — O'Dim spread his hands

- "I know." — Jack frowned, exhaling — "And I hear."

...

Five pistols looked at one point - the stairs to the second floor.

— Silence...

— Go check it out.

— I'm not going!

— Boss?

— It looks like the kids decided to get rid of us. — a thirty-year-old man said gloomily that he had put on a whole ton of tsatsek

Rings - on each finger.

Some even have two rings on them.

Three gold chains around her neck.

Gold-plated watches and bracelets.

It was as if he wanted to compensate for his mediocre appearance and frankly frail, not imposing appearance - with all sorts of trinkets.

— What are we doing, Boss?

— Well, what to do? We're waiting. — the leader nodded towards the stairs — There is only one ladder, they have no choice. More precisely, there is, either to dump, or he will be exposed to our bullets. All.

— Fuck, you're the brain, Boss.

— What did you think? — the man chuckled quite in response — It 's not for nothing that Don appointed me and ...

The silence was broken by the sharp sound of breaking glass.

Quick shots followed.

*shot* *shot* *shot*

— Damn it!

*shot* *shot*

— Bitch!

*shot* *shot*

— What the fuck?!

*shot* *shot*

Four people were killed in a matter of seconds.

The latter managed to turn around and pull out a pistol when another shot rang out.

My chest burned, as if a torch had been put into it.

Pain gripped my body.

Eyes, before death, managed to see Jack hanging on the window, with his modified Five-seveN in his hand.

- "That's it." — the guy exhaled, holstering the gun and feeling the anger recede a little,

Placing both hands on the ledge, he carefully jumped inside through the broken window.

— "It was risky."— Gunther clapped slowly with a thin grin and a dull sinister gleam in his eyes—"But spectacular."

- "Maybe." — looking around the room, Jack replied

"Were you sure your weight could withstand the ledge of this rotten hotel?"

- "You know yourself - no. Recently, I'm not sure about anything at all. I just took a chance."

"Knowing that if it doesn't work out, then you can move on to another plan."

Jack didn't think it necessary to answer Gunther, since he knew everything he was thinking about.

He couldn't understand why ask him if O'Dim already knew everything?

Play on your nerves?

Maybe manipulation?

It is possible that the incarnation of evil is so played and entertained.

Well, most likely - all taken together.

He was already tired of arguing about it, and there was no point.

— "Empty." — examining the last corpse, Jack said to himself

"What did you want to find?" O'Dim yawned

Slightly rolling his eyes, Jack got up from his knee — "Information. Any one. At least the location of their base or something like that. If I ask Sophie about it, then... it's better not to even start." — he waved his hand, and then abruptly tensed up

He heard several loaded cars stop abruptly in front of the hotel, burrowing into the ground.

Quickly going to the window, he picked up a dirty piece of glass and looked through the reflection outside.

"You're in trouble," O'Dim grinned with amusement in his eyes.

— "Yes..." — Jack raised his eyebrows helplessly, watching Revie fly out of one minibus, almost knocking the door off its hinges —"These eight bastards didn't bring as much headache as they can bring."

"It's because they don't know yet what was going on after your escape from the hospital."

- "Quiet." — Jack opened his eyes a little, as if he was afraid that they would hear Gunther

Valmet and Chiquita followed her.

Jack's eyes narrowed as something flashed in the distance.

Suddenly, a window nearby seemed to explode, and then the sound of a gunshot was heard.

— "Sniper." — Jack pursed his lips — "Luring."

- "It will be a laugh if your own people shoot you by mistake." — Gunther waved his hand with a sensual grin full of fun

Jack didn't answer him in any way.

There was no time for that.

Revi, Valmet and Chiquita were already rushing into the building, along with a dozen Balalaika soldiers.

Therefore, Jack acted swiftly.

Taking his legs in his hands, he urgently ran out into the corridor.

Fortunately for him, there was no window facing the "front" side of the hotel.

But there was a window at the end of the corridor.

Jack was running.

I ran and accelerated with every push of my legs.

When a couple of meters remained to the end of the corridor, he activated the "Affect" and jumped straight out of the window, having previously folded his hands in front of his face.

The landing was quite soft.

The backyard of the hotel was scouted when Jack was looking for a way to quietly climb into it.

Because the guy knew that the backyard of an abandoned hostel is, the same, an abandoned garden with flowers.

Having tumbled a couple of times when falling, Jack quickly ran so that the girls would not find out that he was involved in this mess.

It was one of those episodes when a boy pierces his foot with a nail, staggering through abandoned high-rises and is afraid that his mother will scold him for spoiled shoes.

Only here the situation is different.

It can be said to be more acute.

Therefore, having turned off the "Affect", Jack, charged with adrenaline from using the modifier, moved at increased speeds to Ishtar.

He wasn't here.

He was in Ishtar and was sad, chatting in a glass of rum.

- "Fuck!" — Jack shouted to himself, realizing one insignificant, but as it turned out, very important detail

He forgot the knife given by Shenhua.

And it wasn't the loss of the knife itself that bothered him, but the chance that Shenhua could tag along with the girls and find the blade.

- "No... such a series of accidents does not happen."

— "Oh, my dear Jack..." — said O'Dim slowly in an instructive tone, as if he was a monk who meditated under a Bodhisattva for ten years, without food and water, in order to know himself and the world around him — "... accidents are not accidental."

Jack grimaced as if he had bitten off a good piece of lemon — "Are you going to give me more horror quotes here, bald!? What are you crushing!?"