The world of American TV series: Starting with the L.A. Patrol.

Jack hid at the entrance of the passage and looked inside. There was a circular corridor below. He was familiar with this place because in the original drama, the rich men bid for the girls in the box on the left.

There were seven or eight boxes surrounding a small stage. The abducted girls were like animals at the market, wearing half-naked underwear and sent to the stage for display one by one.

Of course, Jack couldn't see anything now, and he didn't plan to wait until the girls were taken away and then stage a scene of chasing the yacht with a car as in the original drama.

In the original series, Brian was alone and could do very little. Now with the addition of Frank and Jack, the situation has been reversed. What should he do if he feels aggrieved? There is only one word: kill!

Back in the corridor, the small iron door on the left had been pried open, Brian was nowhere to be seen, and Jack was patiently guarding the entrance with Viper in his hand.

Soon, hurried footsteps were heard and Brian appeared again, followed by Frank and Cassel.

No one said much. Cassel opened the travel bag he was carrying, revealing the bulletproof vests and submachine guns inside and distributed them to the three people.

How wild Frank's methods are can be seen from the guns he got. The SR-2M "Heather" submachine gun uses the same pistol bullets as the "Viper" in Jack's hand.

It looks a bit like the Uzi submachine gun, but uses a gas-operated automatic principle and rotating bolt similar to assault rifles and light machine guns.

A retired CIA agent was able to easily get Mao-made weapons in Paris by relying on his connections. Some facts are really hard to think about.

After putting on a bulletproof vest and inserting a magazine, Jack screwed a silencer on the "Heather" submachine gun, handed two stun grenades to Cassel, and pointed to the corner of the passage on the left.

"Stay here, our retreat is in your hands."

The great writer nodded with a murderous look on his face. The submachine gun in his hand was the only one without a silencer.

Just as the three were about to walk down the stairs again, the elevator suddenly made a sound of running. Brian and Frank, who were walking behind, winked at each other and stood on both sides of the elevator entrance, one on the left and one on the right.

With a "ding dong" sound, the elevator door opened and a guy dressed as a waiter walked out of the elevator carrying a tray with an ice bucket and wine glasses on it.

He walked out of the elevator with his head down, feeling something was wrong. When he looked up, he was face to face with the black muzzle of Jack's gun.

"Hmm."

Frank used a naked choke from behind, and Brian took the tray from his hand and handed it to Jack, showing a perfect cooperation.

"Thank you."

Jack thrust the "Heather" submachine gun into his lower back and watched as Cassel dragged the waiter's body into the left aisle and walked down the stairs holding the tray.

Just at this moment, the door of the first box opened, and a bodyguard with pigtails walked out. He turned back and carefully closed the door softly.

"Your vodka?" Jack walked around the corner, deliberately lowering his hand holding the tray.

"Yes, just leave it there." The bodyguard casually gestured towards the coffee table at the door, then his pupils shrank and he realized something was wrong. He reached out to touch his waist, but there was no waiter wearing a bulletproof vest under his coat.

"Puff." There were two light sounds, and Jack pulled the trigger with his right hand under the tray. One bullet hit him in the chest, and the second bullet hit his neck, breaking his spine.

Before the body fell to the ground, Brian had already flashed out from behind Jack, held up the body and let it fall slowly, then grabbed his belt and dragged him into the corner, leaving only a trail of blood.

Immediately afterwards, Frank and Jack passed by each other, pushed open the door of the box and walked in sideways. Not long after, the door of the box was opened again, and the bald man blew away the smoke from the muzzle of the gun and smiled.

"One-way glass."

Jack shrugged and continued walking forward. He knocked on the second box door and pushed it open without waiting for a response. A female voice came into his ears.

"One hundred and fifty thousand"

"Two hundred thousand"

The box is not big, only a few square meters. The walls are covered with red velvet for soundproofing. There is a single sofa and a coffee table inside with a red button on it.

When Jack walked in, an old Asian man with gray hair had his back to him and just reached out and pressed the button.

The female voice sounded again, "Two hundred and fifty thousand."

"Hello, Kong Bang." Jack greeted.

As expected, a bodyguard standing behind the Asian old man shouted at Jack, "Baka! Who let you in?"

"Puff, puff!" In response, he got two soft sounds from the "Viper" hidden under the tray.

The old Asian man who was sitting on the sofa with his back to the door sensed something was wrong. He turned his head in horror and looked behind him. "Puff", a bloody hole appeared on his forehead.

Jack placed the tray in his hand on the coffee table, raised his head and looked through the large glass in front of him at the center of the stage. A girl wearing only high heels was looking around blankly under the spotlight, obviously a little unconscious.

The movie was indeed shot in a conservative way. In the original drama, the girls who were auctioned at least had underwear to wear.

From the perspective of the box, you can only see the girl in the center of the stage under the spotlight. The other boxes are all dark, and you can't see the people participating in the auction in the back. Just as Frank said just now, they are all one-way glass.

Jack still smiled as he picked up the vodka in the ice bucket, uncorked it and took a sip. The spicy feeling flowed into his throat along with the liquor, but anger burst out uncontrollably from his chest.

He took another sip, shook the bottle in his hand with a rather regretful expression, and threw it out.

The heavy wine bottle hit the glass curtain wall with a whistling sound. Along with the sound of glass breaking, Jack pulled out the "Heather" submachine gun from his waist and strode towards the stage over the broken glass on the ground.

A bald bodyguard who stayed at the stage entrance was about to draw his gun and point it at Jack, but was knocked down by Jack with three shots. There were screams all around, and the wealthy people in other boxes had already realized that something was wrong.

Jack took two steps onto the stage, put his arms around the girl's slender waist, knelt on one knee and held her in his arms. Under the spotlight and in the horrified eyes of the wealthy people, the "Heather" in his hand emitted a faint flame, as if the god of death's scythe drew a graceful arc.

A short but deadly "PiuPiuPiu" sound was heard. Holding the SR-2M "Heather" in one hand without even opening the folding buttstock, it seemed as if there was no recoil in Jack's hand, and he fired the deadly armor-piercing bullets steadily and wantonly.

With a light "click" sound, the chamber was empty and all 30 rounds of bullets were emptied in an instant. The magazine release button was pressed, and the empty magazine fell to the ground. The new magazine held in Jack's left hand was put into the gun, and gunshots rang out again.

After the two magazines were emptied, the auction site fell into an eerie silence, except for the shattered glass curtain wall on the ground and the bodies twitching on the sofa in the back.