Chapter 919: A hero saves a beautiful girl? He saved her anyway

"Are you an angel?"

The girl in Jack's arms was neither Alexis nor Kim, but her appearance was no less beautiful, and she had a supermodel figure, with legs all the way down her neck.

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

"I'm just a passerby."

Hearing that she was speaking Russian, Jack raised his knees and slightly pressed against her hips, which had no fat at all, freed his hands to replace the second new magazine for the SR-2M "Heather", and then took the opportunity to hold the girl in his arms, and continued to ask in Russian, "What's your name?"

"Anna, Anna Sergeeva." The girl tightly grasped Jack's suit jacket, and her fingers were so strong that their 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) appear in such an occasion? Was he betrayed?"

Jack grinned. The Russian weapons they used throughout this operation were intended to confuse the audience, but a Russian female agent just happened to appear. Isn't this a scapegoat?

He was not sure because the spotlight was too bright just now. Now, looking at the girl's almost silver-white light golden hair, 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 seems that the effect of the drugs in her body is quite strong.

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

"I told you I'm just a passerby, here to help, it's just an accident that I recognized you." Jack pulled the trigger and knocked down the two bodyguards who rushed in from the stage entrance, subconsciously lowered his head and asked curiously.

As a result, he saw a different scenery when he lowered his head. The only man-made thing on the girl's body was the pair of high heels on her feet. At this time, her body was lying flat, and everything that should and shouldn't be seen was in full view.

Does the Russian intelligence department have any special training techniques? How did she grow up? She obviously didn't have much meat on her body, but she was a thin branch with many fruits, especially now she was lying on her back, and after spreading out, she was shaking and trembling, and you could tell it was the real thing.

Jack felt a heat in his lower abdomen and quickly brought the topic back to the previous topic, "Do you mind explaining the current situation? Is it some special way of infiltration or something unexpected happened?"

Anna's breathing stagnated slightly, as if someone had mentioned some memories that she didn't want to recall. After a while, she answered in a muffled voice, "I am a model, but something unexpected happened."

Jack didn't remember such a plot in the original play. It seems that this is the result of the self-interpretation of this world.

The original play "Anna" is a rare female-themed spy movie with good reviews. It is a standard R-rated movie with many reversals but poor logic.

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

If this movie can be given 10 points, 9 points can be counted for the graceful figure and youthful appearance of the heroine, and the remaining 1 point is for the unexpected but not carefully considered reversals in the plot.

In my impression, this female protagonist is not loyal to the FSB at all. She only wants to complete the one-year mission and get her freedom, and then retire to Hawaii.

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

So Jack had no scruples and directly exposed the other party's identity. At the moment, there was not so much time to slowly explain to gain the other party's trust, and to shock him first.

Anyway, he didn't have any hidden identity worth revealing. Now leave a lead, maybe there will be some unexpected gains in the future.

"So, the model is just your cover identity, but because of this identity, you were targeted by some malicious guys, and then you accidentally capsized in the ditch?"

Jack said his guess with a smile. Although he was talking, his hands did not stop. He dodged the incoming bullets and shot a bodyguard who dared to show up with a shuttle.

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

"I can understand." Jack leaned against the entrance of the stage and listened attentively. From here, he could hear the sound of submachine guns and screams from behind. It seemed that Frank and Brian had almost cleared the place.

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

Jack didn't say anything polite to her and put her down directly. Although this way of holding her could see the boundless spring scenery when she lowered her head, it was also suspected of putting her in front of her to block bullets.

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

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

"Give me a minute." Jack said, taking out an injection from the small bag on the other side of his waist, and injected half of it into Anna's horrified eyes.

"It's just adrenaline." He explained, and then began to take off his clothes.

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Putting on the shirt and bulletproof vest that the other party took off, and holding the "spotted viper" he gave her in her hand, Anna followed Jack with complicated eyes.

She didn't know if this was some high-end version of a hero's rescue that the other party was deliberately directing, but Jack's way of revealing her identity as soon as he came up really surprised her, and she was not sure what the hell this guy was doing.

The screams at the back of the passage continued, and Brian, who was eager to save his daughter on the other side, rushed forward. When Frank arrived with Jack and Anna, he had already killed through the entire backstage passage by himself, killing Patricia Saint. Clay was cornered.

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

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

“Ah!” Patricia St. Clair, who was dressed quite like a dog, screamed and fell to the ground, covering her shoulders and shouting loudly, “Here, next door, all the girls are locked up.

Sir, I don’t know which one is your daughter, but I assure you that I have never harmed them. Please forgive me.”

Jack, who was standing at the door, turned around and opened the door next door when he heard this. He raised his hand and shot.

An old woman holding a dagger was hiding behind the two girls, with only half of her head exposed. She fell to the ground without saying a word. The inertia of the corpse's fall brought the two girls who were still under the influence of the drug to the ground. One of them fell to the ground. The girl is Kim.

"Come here and help!" Jack turned around and greeted Anna, then casually pulled the curtain hanging behind the girls, tore it in half, and draped it over the two girls.

Two large iron cages were revealed behind the torn-off curtains, with a dressing table beside them. There were several trembling girls locked in the two iron cages.

The iron cage on the left has a "Sold" sign, and the one on the right says "Not Sold." The girl in the cage on the right is still wearing some clothes, while the one on the left is only wearing a piece of clothing that can't cover anything. chiffon.

"Jack!" Alexis, who had already heard the noise outside and had been holding on to the iron railing to look out, saw someone with a murderous look and screamed out in surprise.

It came in time, so Jack was secretly relieved.

The only girl locked in the cage on the right was Alexis. He glanced at the dressing table with his peripheral vision and probably guessed the process here.

Each girl will be marked with a different price according to her beauty, age and purity. The younger and more beautiful girls will be placed last.

Then the girls will be taken out of the cage after receiving a shot, and the old woman will take off their clothes and put them on the dressing table to put on makeup, and then put on 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.

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

After breaking the lock and releasing Alexis, Jack held her shoulders and comforted her a few words. This girl was not very courageous. Although she was a little excited at the beginning, she quickly calmed down.

At this time, Anna opened a box, which was filled with girls' clothes. Jack just glanced at it. It was full of a big box, enough for at least twenty or thirty girls.

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

Over there, Patricia St. Clair was still covering her wounds and muttering to herself, "These are all business, without any personal grudges. Please understand."

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