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

"Are you an angel?"

The girl lying in Jack's arms was neither Alexis nor Kim, but her appearance was just as beautiful, and she had a supermodel figure, with legs all below the neck.

Although she was still a little confused, she seemed to know that Jack was here to save her. Her voice was very nice, so soft and weak that she didn't sound like a young girl.

"I'm just a passerby."

Hearing that she was speaking Russian, Jack lifted his knees and slightly pressed against her hips, which had not a single drop of fat on them. He freed his hands to replace the second magazine for the SR-2M "Heather", then picked up the girl like a princess and continued to ask in Russian, "What's your name?"

"Anna, Anna Sergeeva." The girl grasped Jack's suit jacket tightly, her fingers so tightly that her joints turned slightly white.

"Thank you for saving me."

"You're welcome, but I'm curious, why would someone from the FSB (Russian Federal Security Service) show up at this kind of event? Was he betrayed?"

Jack grinned. They used Russian weapons throughout this operation just to confuse the public. But just by chance, a Russian female agent showed up. Isn't this just a scapegoat?

He was not sure just now because the spotlight was too dazzling. But now, looking at the girl's long light golden hair that was almost silver-white, he remembered a spy movie he had seen in his previous life. The name seemed to be "Anna".

The girl's originally soft body tensed up for a moment, but that was all. She didn't make any extra movements. It seemed that the effect of the drug in her body was quite strong.

"Who are you? CIA, MI6 (British Military Intelligence - Six) or Mossad?" After Jack revealed her identity, the girl's voice suddenly became cold and stiff.

"I told you I'm just a passerby who came to help. It was just an accident that I recognized you." Jack pulled the trigger and knocked to the ground the two bodyguards who rushed in from the stage entrance. He subconsciously lowered his head and asked curiously.

As a result, when he looked down, he saw a different scenery. The only man-made object on the girl's body was the pair of high heels on her feet. At this time, her beautiful body was lying on the ground, and everything that should and should not be seen was in sight.

Is there any special training technique used by the Russian intelligence department? How did this person grow up? He obviously didn't have much flesh on his body, but he was a thin branch with many fruits. Especially now that he was lying on his back, he was trembling after spreading his body, and you could tell it was the real thing.

Jack felt a heat in his abdomen and quickly changed the subject, "Do you mind explaining the current situation? Is it some special infiltration method or some unexpected event?"

Anna's breathing stagnated slightly, as if someone had mentioned some memories that she didn't want to recall. After a while, she replied in a muffled voice, "I'm a model, and I just had an accident."

Jack didn't remember such a plot in the original drama. It seemed that this was just another result of the world's self-interpretation.

The original drama "Anna" is a rare female-themed agent movie that has received relatively good reviews. It is a standard R-rated movie with many twists and turns but poor logic.

Perhaps it is because the director and screenwriter is Frenchman Luc Besson, so in addition to the usual criticism of the former Soviet Union's KGB, even the CIA was not spared.

If this movie could be given a score of 10, 9 points could be attributed to the graceful figure and youthful appearance of the heroine, and the remaining 1 point would be given to the unexpected but difficult to fathom twists in the plot.

My impression is that this female protagonist has no loyalty to the FSB at all. She only wants to complete the one-year mission limit, gain her freedom, and then retire and settle in Hawaii.

However, she was repeatedly threatened and exploited by a senior FSB official and the CIA. However, what both sides valued was not Anna's beauty, but her ability to kill and her intelligence value.

So Jack came up and revealed the other party's identity without any scruples. At the moment, he didn't have so much time to explain slowly to gain the other party's trust and give him a little preemptive shock.

Anyway, he doesn't have any hidden identity worth revealing, so leaving a hint now may lead to some unexpected gains in the future.

"So, being a model was just your cover identity, but because of this identity, you were targeted by some malicious people, and then you accidentally capsized in the gutter?"

Jack said his guess with a smile. Although he was talking, his hands kept moving. He dodged the incoming bullet by leaning sideways and shot a bodyguard who dared to show his head in the head with a burst of bullets.

"My agent sold me out. They put drugs in my favorite tea bags." Anna bit her lip and told the truth with a rather shameful expression.

"Understandable." Jack leaned against the entrance of the stage aisle and listened attentively. From here he could hear the sound of submachine gun fire and screams coming from behind. It seemed that Frank and Brian were almost there to clean up the place.

"You can actually put me down. I should be able to walk by myself." Anna returned to her previous soft and weak voice.

Jack didn't bother to be polite with her and put her down directly. Although this way of holding her allowed him to see the boundless beauty when he lowered his head, it also seemed like he was putting her in front of him to block bullets.

"Jack?" As the gunfire outside stopped, Frank's bald head appeared at the door.

He quickly peeked in to observe the situation inside, then half of his body was exposed to guard the door, and he said without turning his head, "It's safe outside."

"Give me a minute." Jack said as he took out a needle from the small bag on the other side of his waist and injected half of it into Anna's horrified eyes.

"Just adrenaline," he explained, and began to undress.

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Putting on the shirt and bulletproof vest that the other person had taken off, and holding the "Viper" he had given her in her hand, Anna followed Jack with complicated eyes.

She didn't know if this was some advanced version of a hero saving a beauty deliberately staged by the other party, but Jack's decision to expose her identity right away really surprised her, and she was unsure what this guy was up to.

The screams from behind the passage continued. On the other side, Brian, who was eager to save his daughter, rushed forward. When Frank arrived with Jack and Anna, he had already killed his way through the entire backstage passage alone and trapped Patrice St. Clair in a corner.

"We can definitely find a way to solve this problem. I understand how you feel, sir. We need to talk, okay? There must be a solution."

Brian raised his hand and shot the guy in the shoulder, "Where is my daughter?"

"Ah!" Patrice St. Clair, who was dressed rather respectably, fell to the ground with a scream, holding her shoulder and shouting, "In, in the next room, all the girls are locked up inside.

Sir, I don't know which one is your daughter, but I assure you that I have never hurt them, please forgive me."

Jack, who was standing at the door, turned around and opened the door next door, then raised his hand and fired a shot.

An old woman holding a dagger and hiding behind the two girls with only half of her head exposed fell to the ground silently. The inertia of the falling corpse also brought down the two girls who were still under the influence of drugs. One of the girls was Kim.

"Come and help!" Jack turned around and called to Anna, then he pulled the curtain hanging behind the girl, tore it in half, and draped it over the two girls.

Behind the torn curtain were two large iron cages with a dressing table beside them. Several shivering girls were locked in the two iron cages.

There was a sign saying "Sold" on the iron cage on the left, and "Unsold" on the one on the right. The girl in the cage on the right was still wearing some clothes, but the one on the left was only wearing a gauze that could not cover anything.

"Jack!" Alexis, who had heard the noise outside and had been clinging to the iron railings and looking out, saw someone with murderous intent at a glance and exclaimed in surprise.

Arriving just in time, Jack probably breathed a sigh of relief.

The only girl trapped in the cage on the right was Alexis, and he glanced at the dressing table and roughly guessed the procedure here.

Each girl will be priced differently according to her looks, age and purity. The younger and prettier ones will be placed last.

Then the girls would be taken out of the cage after being given an injection, stripped of their clothes by the old woman, pressed on the dressing table to put on makeup, and then sent to the stage to be bid on.

After the bidding is completed, the girl will be brought back here, covered with tulle of different colors representing different prices, and wait to be picked up.

Including Alexis and Kim and, uh, Anna, there were eight girls in the room.

After breaking the lock and releasing Alexis, Jack held her shoulders and whispered a few words of comfort. This girl was very brave. Except for being a little excited at the beginning, she soon calmed down.

At this time, Anna opened a box filled with girls' clothes. Jack just glanced at it and saw that it was a full box, enough for at least twenty or thirty girls.

Leaving the room and closing the door to allow Alexis and Anna to help the other girls get dressed, Jack nodded to Frank and Brian who were waiting at the door, "They're all fine."

Patrice St. Clair was still covering her wound and muttering to herself, "These are all business matters, there is no personal grudge involved, please understand."

Brian and Frank raised their guns at the same time and emptied the remaining bullets in the magazines at him.