Chapter 89 - How sloppy

A few seconds before the shooting in the bar.

— Give me the phone. Dutch held out his hand calmly

Revie handed him the phone and noticed the displeased look of the boy opposite

— What are you staring at? Revie asked irritably, looking at him like he was shit

During their voyage, she tried several times to establish contact with him as best she could, but in response, insults flew at her, which did not remain unanswered on her part, and food.

In response to the latter, Revie was already pulling out a gun, but Benny stopped her.

It was on this mission that she vowed that she would never have children.

She doesn't get along with them...

A blond boy of twelve years old, looking at her persistently, brazenly and demanding said — I want to drink.

Benny abruptly stopped drinking beer, as he saw that Revie's eye twitched from this request.

Revie reached for the gun— Little cunt, do you want to know so much what color your brains are?

Garcia folded his hands and looked at her without any fear, being sure that he would not be touched at all — unlike you, I know what color brains you and I have. I have good teachers, but clearly no one brought you up and taught you, gorilla.

A vein bulged on Revie's forehead—Come on?

Garcia closed his eyes with an important look — Our brain is a pink shade.

Revie grinned—Ha, idiot. Brains of a gray shade.

Garcia looked at her haughtily—What to expect from a stupid gorilla with a gun. Brains turn gray after a person's death, and during life, they are pink in hue.

Revie froze, and then looked sharply at Benny, as if she was the judge who would resolve this dispute.

Still, the guy was better educated than the two of them.

In turn, Benny choked on his beer — "Why am I extreme again? It's all Jack's curse... Anyway. Something is always happening to him, according to her, so it has spread to me a little... you didn't have to shake his hand, oh, he didn't have to..."

At this time, Dutch thoughtfully held out, listening to Jack — Hmm~m...

Benny wanted to somehow wriggle out and get out of the situation dry, but two pairs of eyes stared at him intently.

— Well... Garcia is right.

In an instant, Revi's face was distorted in strong discontent and no less strong irritation.

— Ha! — the guy grinned and pointed at her with his finger — Ignoramus!

The girl kicked the chair where Garcia was sitting— Uh-hey! What are you doing?!

Well, Revie just stomped off in the direction of the bar.

Bao was reading the newspaper when her dissatisfied, extremely irritated and frankly furious voice rang out — Give me Pepsi.

— This is a bar, order booze. — without opening his gaze from the newspaper, Bao said

— For me for a cunt. — grumbling, said Two—armed - I know what you have.

Bao sighed and took out a can of pepsi from under the counter - What is this dissatisfied with?

In response, Revie slammed the table with force, thus giving money and letting off a little steam — None of your business!

The girl quickly took a can of pepsi and stomped towards their table.

— Sick bitch... Bao muttered, returning to his reading

At that moment, a group of people came into the bar and everyone immediately realized that they were not local.

Revie's face twisted— "Fuck..."

The people who came in were their employers.

How small the world is...

The Manzarella Cartel.

It was they who kidnapped Garcia and instructed Laguna to transport him in order to then blackmail the boy's father into giving them the necessary territories.

Dutch also immediately noticed them-...Yes, and we ourselves suspected a setup. Benny found out a little from the boy's words... Jack, I advise you to hurry up.

These people clearly came for them.

— Dutch, how the fuck am I going to find out that you're sitting your ass in a Yellow Flag instead of fulfilling an order?!

Well, then...

No one will remember which of the guests was the first to pick up the gun...

No one will remember which of the drunks fired the first shot...

The fact is that in a matter of seconds, a fierce shooting began.

Bao shouted, hiding behind the counter and grabbing a shotgun—Again, damn it!

Dutch quickly ended the conversation and crawled under the table.

He was quickly joined by Benny and Garcia, as well as Revie with a can of Pepsi.

— What happened at all? Benny asked, covering his head

Dutch calmly replied — In my opinion, someone from the cartel accidentally spilled one guy's beer.

Revie put the jar on the floor—Yeah, I saw it. The dude's name is Spike, and his nickname is 'Rabid".

Garcia was shocked to hear bullets flying over their table, how these bullets take lives —...people are dying now because of spilled beer?

Dutch, Benny and Revie looked at the shocked boy and simultaneously replied — Because of the 'brimming mug of beer', but yes, because of the spilled beer.

- "Madness!" — Garcia shouted to himself

— We need to go to the quiet one. — Dutch said, looking at the back exit — We have already refused the order.

Benny adjusted his glasses.

Revi looked at Garcia, who was watching the shooting in shock — What are we doing with this?

Dutch thought — Hmm ... it would be nice to leave him here, but that maid will not give us life later... okay. We take it with us.

Revie frowned—Jack is coming here with this maid...

— And what do you suggest?

— We'll wait behind the armored counter Bao. — pointed her finger at the bar Revi

Dutch smiled—He would be angry.

— His problems. Revie shrugged

— Okay, but just be quiet. Dutch said and crawled on all fours first, followed by Benny and Garcia

Revie was the last one.

When the bar was just around the corner, Bao leaned out and saw her.

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— R!.. Roar! Are your friends trashing my bar again!?

The girl was indignant, shouting and raising her hand — I'm not here at all!

Her scream, as if by magic, stopped the shooting, and everyone looked at her.

The girl slowly turned around and looked at all these people in response.

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— Roar! Where's the little kid!?

Swearing, Revi pulled out her gun and jumped towards the Bao stand, firing several shots.

— The dog would fuck you, Two-armed! — the leader of the gang shouted, urgently hiding from bullets

In response, a couple of bullets flew into Revi, but the girl was already behind the armored counter.

— Pay up! Bao shouted, firing a shotgun — You will pay for everything, Laguna! — he shouted, looking at the quiet Dutch, the frightened Garcia, the guiltily smiling Benny and Revie, who was already drinking rum for free, putting her mouth under the stream from the shot bottle

Revie grinned and wiped her mouth—Come on, you mustachioed cockroach. We've known each other for so long that we're almost friends.

Bao shot one gangster who tried to climb on the bar counter to them and shouted back to the girl — Yes, you don't need enemies with such friends!

Suddenly, new rapid shots and screams of defeated enemies were added to the firefight.

Revie opened her eyes wide and looked out from behind the bar-Jack!

...

Ten seconds earlier

Stefan drove the car, and Michael sat next to the front.

Behind, in the passenger seats, were Roberta with her 'umbrella' and 'suitcase", and Jack.

Roberta kept glancing at the focused guy who was sitting and slowly disassembling the gun, cleaning it with his own shirt.

His behavior changed when they got into the car, but he changed even more when multiple shots came to their ears from the direction of the bar.

Glancing imperceptibly, Roberta saw that Jack's eyes were wide open at dusk, but what struck the imagination was the look itself.

A detached, very focused and frightening look of slightly narrowed pupils and honey irises burning with mystical fire.

He was carrying a USP and APS-Stechkin's Automatic Pistol, which Jack borrowed from the guys as soon as he heard the sounds of gunshots.

Her fingers calmly went through the details of the gun, putting everything in place, but Roberta saw that they were constantly trembling from the emotions overflowing the body and a huge amount of adrenaline.

There was silence in the car.

There was no need to say anything.

At the same time, everyone was looking at Jack.

Robert on the straight line, and Stefan and Michael through the reflection of mirrors.

Only the sight of Jack made them respect him even more and respect Balalaika's choice to make the guy their own.

The car stopped a dozen meters from the bar.

Stefan, who was driving, did not have time to say anything, as Jack, almost knocking out the door, flew out of the car at high speed towards the bar, holding two pistols at the ready.

— Stop, Jack! Stefan shouted after him , alarmed

— Fuck in the mouth!.. Michael shouted, quickly opening the door and trying to keep up with the guy

Roberta also quickly got out of the car and raced after Jack.

Such courage and determination did not exactly amaze the maid, but mentally she gave the guy a couple of 'pluses".

Having reached the broken windows of the bar, Jack assessed the situation for a second and from the height of his height saw the tail of Revie behind the armored counter.

Next, he started shooting quickly with two hands.

*shot* *shot* *shot* *shot* *shot* *shot* *shot* *shot* *shot* *shot* *shot*

This attracted attention and a hail of bullets rained down on him, but Jack was already gone in the same place.

The guy ran under the wall of the bar and fired through every window at everyone who held a gun in his hands, except for the people behind the Bao counter.

"Damn you, Jack! — Michael shouted, running up to the window and opening fire — I'd better die right after you, otherwise hell will seem like heaven to me with the Captain!

Roberta unfolded her umbrella.

Made of thick Kevlar, it stopped any pistol bullet, unless it was a Desert Eagle or a five-hundredth Magnum.

The handle of the umbrella turned out to be SPAS - 12.

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A heavy self-loading shotgun of the twelfth caliber with a weak recoil due to its enormous weight.

However, this did not prevent Roberta from shooting it with one outstretched hand.

There was a complete orgy going on in the bar.

The surviving patrons of the bar and the cartel, without any words, united against the new enemy, because he killed everyone in general.

Revie got out from behind the bar and saw the guy in the windows, shouted - Jack!

Dutch immediately pulled out his revolver — Let's support him, he diverted the fire from us. — the Negro spoke calmly, even in such a situation

Revie nodded and quickly pulled her pistols out of their holsters, and she and Dutch supported their reinforcements with fire.

...

A few seconds passed.

Bullets whistled around like a New Year's Eve salute.

It is impossible to escape from a bullet...

It is impossible to always stay safe and sound in such scrapes...

It is impossible to know when your leaden 'fate" will find you too...

Experienced soldiers say that when bullets whistle, it's good.

Just because you won't hear your bullet...

Revie didn't hear anything either.

A stray bullet burst into her right shoulder like a hurricane, leaving an ugly and terrible through hole.

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An amazing pain, without sentiment, struck the girl's brain, and she began to fall, being already unconscious.

— Roar! Dutch shouted, grabbing the girl who fell to the floor, dropping the pistols

Benny grabbed his head — Your mother!

Bao clenched his jaw, but said nothing and continued firing his shotgun.

Garcia was horrified, watching as Dutch slaps the unconscious girl on the cheeks, trying to bring her to her senses — Roar! Roar your mother! Don't tell me that one bullet can incapacitate you! Two-armed!

Luck or not, Jack was just shooting through the window when he saw a bullet boring into the girl's shoulder...

He saw her unconsciously falling backwards, onto her back.

Just because she wanted to support him and protect him.

A terrifying sense of guilt struck Jack's heart, because, as it seemed to him, the girl was coping normally and risked once again only now, because of him.

The limit has been reached!

Will [17 → 18]

The limit has been reached!

Will [18 → 19]

They say that when you die, your whole life flies before your eyes, but Jack did not die and his memories were completely different.

A movie with Hiro was spinning in my head.

As an innocent and kind guy, he easily and simply made friends with him and after a while, Jack could call him his younger brother, even though he was older.

As the ill-fated shot sounded, and he ran out into the street like a rocket to see the already extinguished light of life in his eyes and slowly but surely cooling his body in warm scarlet blood.

Mr. Mirror allowed himself a mesmerizing smile with an evil gleam in his eyes — "You have awakened the demon inside the good man. How sloppy."

The limit has been reached!

Will [19 → 20]

The limit has been reached!

Will [20 → 21]

In an instant, the world in Jack's eyes changed.

The ears seemed to be blocked and only the frantic pounding of the heart... just a frantic heartbeat.

Vision became blurry, but wider, and the eyes acquired even greater detachment.

The skin turned red from the huge influx of blood.

The heart accelerated to two hundred beats per minute.

An amazing amount of adrenaline filled the guy explosively.

His head is empty and nothing but himself and the goal to kill opponents and, accordingly, to save the girl who loved him.

Who tolerated Jack's piggish attitude with his 'harem'.

Who, on a call, was ready to fly across the city to risk her life without thinking, but to help him.

The cartridges in the pistols ran out.

It was necessary to go to reload, but instead, Jack threw them away and snatched the knife presented by Shenhua, burst into the bar right through the window, smashing everything that stray bullets did not have time to break.

— Jack, bitch! Stefan shouted, frankly frightened by the performance of the guy — Fuck!

Breaking through the window, Jack landed inside and crouched down when a bullet flew over his head, a few centimeters away, and he did not blink an eye.

This bullet was fired by one of the cartel that was literally a meter away from him.

The next bullet will soon leave the barrel of the gun, but the guy read the trajectory of the shot with lightning speed and walked away.

The enemy fired into the void, although he was sure that with the second shot he would definitely kill the fucking idiot who decided to get into trouble under bullets with some kind of 'toothpick'.

You could say Jack came to the shootout with a knife, but he didn't think he was in a losing position.

In a split second, he jumped up to the bandit and stabbed him in the head with his right hand, and with his left he smoothly pulled the gun out of his hands, breaking the fingers of the opponent.

However, Tom already didn't care about it.

There was a knife sticking out of his forehead and he didn't care about anything else anymore.

He will never care about anything anymore.

Grabbing the pistol with his left hand, Jack calmly began to conduct pinpoint, but rapid fire, at the opponents.

The right hand let go of the knife and grabbed the throat of the murdered man and lifted the hundred-kilogram carcass.

A barrage of bullets flew at Jack, but he just covered himself with a dead body as a shield.

Naturally, not all bullets stuck in the living... that is, a dead shield, but even so they lost a lot in their strength and could only enter the guy's muscles by a couple of centimeters.

One bullet flew through the dead shield, two, three, four...

The limit has been reached!

Survivability [12 → 13]

Looking at all this, Robert, and everyone else, felt a little horror...