Zhou Lin

After leaving the White Pigeon Bar, Jack walked to the hotel where he was staying.

No one followed him - not because they didn't want to, but because they didn't dare.

The killers in the White Pigeon Bar are all veterans, and they will not take risks like Bing Zhi... out of curiosity, or some kind of subtle self-esteem mixed with jealousy.

"Sir, would you like to buy some flowers?"

When Jack was walking on the street in front of the hotel, a flower seller came up to him and asked him softly.

The girl looked to be fifteen or sixteen years old, and she was very clean; she had neither makeup nor bookishness, but only a pair of tired, sad eyes.

Although she was wearing long-sleeved clothes, Jack noticed several bruises on the side of her neck and between her wrists.

"It's time for you to go home, little girl." Jack took out a few bills from his wallet and took the small bamboo basket with flowers directly from the girl's hand.

He was not interested in this girl's story. He just felt that it was wrong to let such a child continue to wander around in the middle of the night.

"Thank you! Thank you! Sir!" When the girl saw the amount of banknotes in her hand, her eyes became brighter, but when she turned back to thank him, Jack was already gone.

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A few minutes later, Jack returned to the hotel room carrying the basket of roses.

The moment he opened the door, he heard... the sound of water in the bathroom

Apparently, someone came in while he was out.

There was a "Do Not Disturb" sign hanging outside the door of Jack's room, and there were no cleaning carts parked inside or outside the door, so the sound was probably not made by hotel staff.

Without even thinking about it, he placed the flower basket on the shoe rack by the aisle inside the door and took out the pistol in his arms.

Before entering the house, he stuck a pair of slippers in the gap at the bottom of the door to prevent the door from closing automatically. Then he quietly and quickly walked through the hallway and walked into the living room.

He was always prepared for an ambush that might come from any angle.

But, there was no ambush.

Some were just a bag and a few pieces of clothing - expensive, women's bags and clothing smelling of brand-name perfume.

Those things were thrown messily on Jack's bed, and for a moment, he even wondered if he had gone to the wrong room.

But that was undoubtedly impossible... So, Jack quickly gave up that idea, walked to the bathroom door, and pushed open the ajar door.

The bathroom was not big, and standing at the door, he could see all the places where people could hide.

At this time, in the shower cubicle, there was a person taking a shower.

Judging from the outline on the frosted glass, it was a woman, a woman whose figure would make you think she was perfect even if you could only see the outline.

Just when Jack was considering whether to shoot the other person in the leg first, the woman seemed to have just finished washing.

She turned off the faucet, took off the bath towel from above the glass, and before wrapping it completely, she opened the door of the glass partition.

"Ah!" The woman was startled when she saw Jack outside the door, but she quickly gasped and smiled, "Oh, honey, you scared me."

While she was talking, she had completely wrapped herself in the bath towel and walked out of the bathroom.

The moment the stall door was opened, Jack realized...this woman was just an ordinary person, so he quickly hid the gun in his jacket pocket; fortunately, the water vapor was rising in the bathroom at this moment, and the other party did not Noticed his actions.

"Eh? Why didn't you even close the door?" Soon, the woman's voice and the sound of the door closing came from behind Jack again, "Wow, are these flowers for me? You are really an individual A considerate gentleman.”

"Can I ask... how did you get in?" Jack asked as he turned back to the living room while thinking.

"Of course he came in through the door." The woman just wrapped her bath towel and lay on her side on the bed, holding a red rose in her hand. "Oh, by the way, my name is Angel. , one of several common nicknames for foreign strippers/special industry practitioners), what should you call me, sweetheart?"

When she said this, she had already started posing. In addition to looking at Jack with seductive eyes, she also stuck out her tongue to lick her lips with extremely exaggerated movements, and rubbed the bottomless ravine on her chest with a rose. .

"The person who invited you has already paid the money." When Jack said this, he didn't even look at the other person. Instead, he used his mobile phone to look around the room and search for something.

"Oh~ yes, although I haven't met your friend in person, he/she is such a generous person." Angel replied, "When he sent me your photo and address, he/she / She has already wired the money, with a tip." As she said this, she turned over on the bed and vacated the bed on the side near Jack, "I said... why don't you come to the bed and follow me? How about I communicate more deeply?”

"Did you contact me online...so you didn't leave your face or voice, right..." Hearing this, Jack pondered for a few words.

Two seconds later, he seemed to suddenly think of something, stopped what he was doing, looked at the other person and said, "Have you eaten or drank anything in public today?"

"What?" Angel was asked inexplicably. In fact, she was already a little angry at Jack's cold attitude at this moment, but as a person with professional ethics, she still forced a smile and continued to use that flirtatious expression. He replied with a flattering look, "I... uh... I've eaten it before. I usually eat it in high-end restaurants..."

"Take this." Before she could finish her words, Jack took out a small iron box from his pocket, took out a pill and handed it to her.

"Oh, sweetheart, I'm sorry, my service does not include eating these things of unknown origin." Angel replied with a look on his face.

As an experienced and very professional worker in a special industry, Angel knows very well that there are certain things that you must not touch; she has seen many of her colleagues being completely fooled because of drug addiction or eating strange things. Broken... She didn't want to follow in those people's footsteps.

"Okay." The next second, Jack responded.

Just when Angel thought the other party had given up, for some unknown reason, she suddenly felt... something foreign in her throat. When she came to her senses, her swallowing instinct had already told her to swallow the thing.

"You..." Angel didn't see the other party make any move, but she knew that she must have taken the pill, "What are you doing!"

Now that things have happened, she no longer needs to put on a smile.

"You bastard..." Angel quickly took out his cell phone from his bag and pressed a speed dial button. "You'd better tell me clearly, what did you feed me?"

"Antidote." Jack was very calm and did not make any violent reaction to the sudden shouting.

"What?" Angel asked in shock, "What poison? Am I poisoned?"

"Don't worry, you may not be poisoned." Jack replied, "It's just possible that you were poisoned." He paused, "Even if you are really poisoned... after taking this antidote, you will be fine." . However, to be on the safe side, I still recommend that you go to the hospital for a blood test tomorrow."

"Crazy!" Angel scolded and started to get dressed, "I tell you...I will not refund the money. Do you know who I am? If something happens to me, don't even think about running away! "

Jack didn't know who she was, but he could basically deduce that Angel was a high-end product in "that industry", even the top one; in addition to her very convincing body, Her behavior of calling someone on her cell phone immediately when encountering a situation is also good evidence.

Bang bang bang——

Soon, the door to the room rang.

Just by listening to the knock on the door, you can tell that it is a man outside the door.

This is undoubtedly the "bodyguard" called by Angel. Only expensive "high-end products" can keep bodyguards on standby nearby when doing business to avoid encountering any problems.

"I'll open it." When Jack said this, he had already taken out a bottle of wine from the small refrigerator beside the bed, and then walked towards the door.

"Ha!" Angel sneered upon seeing this, and responded in a gentle tone, "Okay~"

Her bodyguard is two meters tall, as strong as a bull, and he also played mixed martial arts when he was young. In Angel's opinion, a guy like Jack, who is about 1.85 meters tall and looks neither fat nor thin, let alone Even holding a wine bottle, a knife or a bat are no match for her bodyguard.

Click——

A few seconds later, Angel heard the sound of the door opening, and then a few not-so-loud conversations came from the corridor outside the door, followed by a few short muffled sounds and the sound of someone falling to the ground.

Hearing those movements, Angel smiled proudly and whispered softly: "Huh... you deserve it."

At this time, she was almost dressed. She leisurely put on the last pair of stockings, arranged her hair, got up and planned to leave.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she stood up, she heard the door closing again.

Then, Jack's figure appeared again.

He walked back to the living room with steady breathing and as if he had just gone to the door to get a newspaper, his clothes and hair not even messed up.

However, for some reason... the wine bottle in his hand was empty.

"You..." Angel looked at Jack in shock, "This... he..."

"Your friend might need to get some sleep," Jack said calmly, walking towards the bed.

Angel retreated to the wall and slowly moved towards the door: "Listen...man, I..."

"Sit down." Jack didn't listen to her at all and said two more words in a tone that left no room for doubt.

After hearing this, Angel's legs went weak...he just sat down like a duck and collapsed on the carpet.

"Hello? Front desk? Um... Yes, there is a man smelling of alcohol lying on the ground in the corridor outside my door. He is probably drunk. Can you find someone to take him away? Um... Okay, it's okay. , Goodbye." Jack calmly made an intercom call to the front desk and asked someone to wash the floor.

After the beating, he walked towards Angel, and with the other's horrified eyes... he helped her up and let her sit on the bed.

Jack himself walked to a corner of the room - a blind spot away from all doors and windows, stood with his back against the wall, and said: "In 10 years, there was a wicked guy over at Sakura Mansion who invented A kind of poison." He spoke slowly, as if he wanted Angel to catch up with his thoughts, "This kind of medicine is ineffective when used on men. It will cause insomnia at most, but if a woman takes it, it will Their bodies will become a moving petri dish within an hour; the poison will continue to act on the women's endocrine and reproductive systems. Although this process will not make them feel any discomfort, after twenty-four hours, When the intensity of the toxicity exceeds a certain threshold, they will die."

At this point, he paused for a few seconds and then said: "Another characteristic of this poison is that during the period before the poison breaks out, if the infected woman has sex with a man, the toxin will also follow her. The secretions... seep into the male body through the skin or some other ways.

“Men infected through this form die rapidly within thirty minutes and there is no cure.

“On the other hand, women, as long as they take the antidote before the poison occurs, they will be fine and will never be reinfected again.

"In the industry, we call this medicine 'praying mantis', which means... you can experience it for yourself."

When he said this, he stopped temporarily.

After a moment, Angel looked at him blankly: "You mean... I... the medicine you just gave me was..."

Jack nodded and continued: "It's the antidote to 'Praying Mantis'."

Angel's mind was a little confused now. Because what the other party said was too fantasy, she couldn't tell whether the man in front of her was talking about some kind of fantasy or a tyrannical and cool agent.

But one thing is for sure, someone who can easily knock down her bodyguard is definitely not someone she can handle... Of course, that's another matter in bed.

"There is a reason why you are here today." After a few seconds, Jack spoke again, "'Mantis' is usually not used on people in your industry, because you are likely to be killed before contacting the target. It will cause the death of other people and lead to the failure of the operation. However...'luxuries' like you are exceptions."

"Thank you." Angel curled his lips and shrugged.

"Someone knows my whereabouts and spent a lot of money to invite you here. He/she knows that after the hotel staff sees you, they will help you open the door and enter my room with superficiality and malice." Jack He continued, "And he/she is hiding somewhere, waiting to see my show...or waiting for some kind of opportunity."

"Brother...who are you?" Angel squinted at Jack and swallowed nervously.

"It's better that you don't know." Jack dismissed the other party's question with one sentence, and immediately changed the subject and said, "Now...since I didn't scan any surveillance equipment in the room, I tentatively think that the other party is waiting for something to happen in a nearby room above, below, or in a building near this hotel."

He paused for a moment, then continued: "The little episode caused by your bodyguard may have attracted the other party's attention, but maybe not... In any case, I think the trick was done well." He stretched out his hand and did He made a "please" gesture and said, "Miss Angel, please start."

"Start...what are you starting with?" Angel was also stunned. Is there such a thing as a solo?

"Scream," said Jack.

"Screaming?" The corner of Angel's mouth twitched, and he squinted at Jack and said, "I'm alone? In bed? Shouting?"

"Yes." Jack said, "Please shout louder, preferably at a volume that will cause complaints from the tenants around you. If you find it convenient, it would be better to step on the mattress rhythmically."

"Ha..." Angel laughed dryly when he heard this, and then put on a helpless expression, rolled his eyes, and said, "Ah-oh! Oh my god! Ouch-Fake!" Yeah! That’s it!” cried.