[The time is 11:00 AM...]

With the guns pointed at me, I followed their instructions quietly. After we entered the interior, the guards continued to push me into a red-light room. Inside the room, i noted a masked person sitting comfortably on his bed in the middle of the room.

He looked up at me with a look of contempt without making it embarrassing, something I didn't really mind. That's good for me to take better glimpses of that mask and the guns of the guards behind me. After a while, the mask spoke in a lazy, arrogant voice.

"Are you trying to buy some guns, punk? You're obviously just a high school kid who doesn't even know how to pull the trigger."

I find the decoration of this room good considering the fact that it belongs to this person: some beautiful furniture and even some form of weapon hanging in the wall, and... Uh, classic, the head of the moose hanging over his bed, good in the aggregate if it weren't lit red, which makes it uncomfortable for the eye.

When you see my indifference, you breathe the masked anger before he says, "Let's get to the point, shall we?" "

He referred to the two men behind me aiming their weapons at me before he could finish, saying, "Of course, if you lied, the result would be bad for you."

"So who sent you? Is it the East or West Gang or... Room 003?

When he asked me that question, I was simply going to tell them that he misunderstood me and that I really came by myself, but then I had another good idea.

No, I came from the base. I answered him with a very dangerous face, a little surprised before he got his sobriety back, saying,

"So the rule is recruiting children now, huh? Well, given your quiet attitude, they've trained you well. So talk. What are you doing with me?"

"We need a shipment of light weapons, grenades, and some ammunition."

Tsk, you still have no taste. So where's the delivery?"

"The delivery is in the same place as usual, but I'm going with the commodity."

He looked at that mask for seconds, and then he agreed that we still didn't trust him after all those transactions.

It's just weird, isn't it? There are two possibilities: either he already agreed that easily or Jack didn't lower his concentration while staring at the mask, who got out of bed and walked towards Jack, saying, "Come witness the operation."

Jack nodded at him with the answer, followed him, and the guards were still behind him. All along the hallway, the masked one spoke to the guards separately, but Jack didn't notice any change in their expression, which made it unquestioned.

Jack, who was wiping the road with his eyes, went into a little white custom where he was in the middle of it when the mask finally spoke, "So let's get to work."

One of the guards then tried to hit Jack behind him, but he only avoided the blow to find his friend pointing the gun at his leg, with a quick move that Jack jumped into the air and heard the sound of bullets on the ground, spread a severe pain in his body, but he carried it, and tried not to hurt his broken leg any more. When he saw this masked man screaming in anger and pulled out his gun to kill him, Jack knew that this world could not go beyond human bounds, he just threw his cane hard in the face of the mask, but he created a moment for Jack to prepare quickly, and he pulled the kitchen knife out of his pocket and threw it at the guard who was aiming at him, with the speed and intensity of the toss, and the guard couldn't dodge it, so he hit him completely in the head giving Jack a chance to act; he fell on the ground in order to take the weapon, and so, in order to avoid the shots of the mask, when he took the weapon, suddenly he felt severe pain in his left shoulder, and without looking at it, he knew the pain of the bullet entering the body, so he didn't slow down, even a little bit,

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He pointed the gun at the mask but found him retreating at the door of the room, in anger that Jack pointed his gun at the second guard and killed him immediately before he fired a barrage of bullets at the door, but without noticeing any movement.

What would I do if I were him because? Simple! Jack rose quickly despite the incinerated pain of his wounded leg and ran as fast as he could to the body of the guards, dragging them full force into the corner of the room and hiding behind them, the next minute a little black thing goes into the dreary room and, in the middle of its fall, paints a glowing beam of a part of high school before he hears an explosion.

In the ruins of the destroyed room, the masked man entered with a machine gun and carefully observed anything that might move. Under any normal circumstances, he would be sure that this explosion would kill that high school student, but after seeing his movements, it was his duty to verify his death.

Carefully walking and watching... Then he heard something; no matter what it was, as long as something moved, he was an enemy, so he shot at the place of the sound and around it. After seconds of quiet, finally the smell of burning flesh reached his nose, thus easing his tension. That teenager, whoever brought him here, just lost him now.

He's gonna need to move all the evidence of his business to another place before the cops come, which is almost impossible until he gets help right away from a friend, with this thought, he picks up a phone and starts trying to contact his friend when something of the rubble comes down on him quickly and without warning, and the eyes of the masked man have expanded to disbelieve the look of the young man who's burning clothes and charred arms, without being able to react quickly, and Jack grabbed that fucking neck from behind and strangled him with the rest of his power, the mask trying to get away from his grip, but the more he tries to move, the more Jack chokes him, the more he turns his body on him.

Are you a snake or what? With the lack of oxygen and no retreat, Jack began to lose consciousness slowly until he fell asleep on the floor, and Jack, who was pumping so hard, was barely able to stand now, but eventually he took the mask weapon and killed him.

At least this body makes it fun, huh? Jack mumbled to himself as he struggled to take the mask's phone, the only thing that could help him now.

Then he thought that if the police found him, his only evidence would be the small phone with the old design and the unimportant, but what attracted him was the size. He's seen in his past life people who are good at hiding tools in their bodies, but the way it wasn't really... Uh, it's just a phone that doesn't have to use those visually delivered roads.

By saying that, he shoved the phone into his underwear and hoped for the best before he lost consciousness..