The sound of the man crashing on the floor was loud and soon enough Jack heard hurried steps comming upstairs.

'Should I have just gone to a good hotel.' Jack thought to himself as he released a long-winded sigh.

It didn't take more than a few seconds for two men to arrive at the door.

Looking at the body laid out on the floor and at Jack who stood there with a frown on his face, they immediately realized the situation.

"This bastard," One of the men said as he took something out of his back pocket which he had hidden with his shirt.

It was a gun.

Pointing it at Jack they started swearing at him whilst one of them checked out on the unconscious guy.

"I suggest that you lower the weapon," Jack told the man in Spanish.

"Lower the weapon? You want me to fill you will bullets you fucker?" The man said as he walked closer to Jack, still pointing the gun at his head.

*Sigh*

Releasing another sigh, Jack raised his arms up in a sign of surrender.

"You think Marco will pay us good for this guy?" The man said as he kept his sight fixed on Jack.

"Should be good enough, I heard the prices have gone up these days." The other man said as he finally got up from the ground after placing the unconscious man in a more comfortable position.

'Isn't this my chance?' Jack thought as he listened to the two conversing about how they planned to practically kidnap Jack and bring him to this so-called Marco.

He is most likely to have his organs removed or something of the sort.

"I'll come with you obediently, there's no need to shoot me," Jack said causing the men to look at each other before they laughed.

"Of course, you're going to come obediently otherwise you know what." The man said as he kept pointing his gun at Jack before coming closer to him and hitting Jack in the face with a gun.

Falling down onto the floor, Jack tried to act as if he was unconscious.

It seemed he did a good enough job at acting that the man believed it and soon enough they carried his body, tied his arms and legs, and put him in the back of an old Toyota truck.

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The ride was long, taking hours however soon enough Jack felt the truck comming to a stop.

Seeing the door open up, Jack felt himself get moved once more and brought to a clearing where he was thrown onto the ground.

He heard tens of people talking around him, heard people who he guessed had been kidnapped as well crying in despair at their fate.

During the ride, Jack had thought long and hard about whether what he was doing was the correct choice.

Sure he had stolen from robbers in Port Angeles however Jack had never killed anyone.

It had felt like the wrong thing to do, in fact, Jack hadn't even drunk a drop of human blood.

'Do these guys deserve mercy? No, they don't however do I have the right to be the judge, jury, and executioner?' Jack thought to himself before he felt the bag be removed from his face.

Looking around, Jack saw where he had been brought.

It was a location in the middle of what looked like a jungle with tents all around and tens upon tens of armed people with guns around him.

"Is this the new batch?" A man in the middle of the group said as he came close.

He had shoulder-length black hair and brown eyes, his features were sharp and his entire body looked to be covered in gang tattoos whilst he smoked what looked like a Cuban cigar.

"Yes, they all look to be of good quality, especially that guy over there. He even managed to knock one of our guys up, we could use him." Another man said from beside what looked like the main boss.

"Hmm, there's no need, to sell him whole, unlike the others." The man said as he looked at the tied-up people on the ground.

Jack meanwhile was observing everything going on, unlike the others, he wasn't crying and his nose wasn't running either.

His eyes showed no fear.

It was at this moment as the main boss came closer to him that Jack lifted himself up.

The ropes binding his feet ripping apart as he rose up.

The eyes of the people around widened as they looked at him.

Jack however paid them no mind as he ripped the thick ropes binding his arms and rubbed the location where they had been around his arms.

The signs of the tight rope against his skin quickly disappeared as if they had never been there, to begin with.

Fixing his hair that had become disheveled by the bag they had secured on his head, Jack turned to face the gangsters.

"So, you're going to sell me?" Jack asked with a light smile before he started walking toward the boss.

Guns immediately lifted up and pointed toward Jack.

'Justice, Activate' Jack thought.

[ Justice has been used ]

[ Targets have been judged as Evil ]

[ Judgment Activated! ]

The sensation of every single special stat doubling was felt once more and then...

Jack disappeared from the sight of everyone.

*Krang*

*Thump* *Thump* *Thump*

Every single gun, still in the hands of the gangsters crumbled and fell onto the floor.

The next instant Jack appeared once more before the gangster boss.

Cracking his fingers, Jack still held the light smile on his face.

"So, how much do the organs go for," Jack asked before turning around and lifting a finger.

"One, two, three... Thirty-seven people. That should be quite the sum right?" Jack asked as he turned to gaze at the boss who had his eyes widened and mouth agape.

The cigar had fallen down onto the ground.

Jack stood silent for a moment before releasing another sigh.

'I tried to act cool but these guys aren't saying anything.' Jack thought to himself though he didn't feel a shred of disappointment.

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