Chapter 93 - Scrotum

Soon the mobile was in Jack's hands, and he made several calls with one sole purpose - to drag Revie, Balalaika, Chiquita or Valmet into a medical bed, and to fool around.

Anyway, the ward is private, and evil glasses were very, very necessary.

He didn't ask about what they did to the cartel while he was out, because he already understood that the bastards didn't get off easy.

And the details... it's better not to know the details.

To the surprise of the guy, he was met with a general refusal.

The last one was Valmet...

"Oh, don't tempt me, Jackie. — the woman spoke in a languid voice, biting her lower lip

— What the!..

— We agreed with the girls that we will give your body the rest you need. You've caught a dozen bullets! The doctor said that at least a week, or even a month – no sexual activity! What if you get sick? Will the seams come apart? Will the bleeding open? And God only knows what else might happen! Consider it a natural punishment for throwing yourself like a madman under bullets!

Jack made a disgruntled face and exhaled — Okay.

After chatting a little more, he ended the conversation and put down the phone with a complicated expression on his face.

- "What to do then?.."

Gunther grinned—"Well, Jack, you still have your hands..."

Jack rolled his eyes—"Fuck off."

- "No, well, listen, of course it doesn't give a lot of evil points, but, as they say, the chicken is grain by grain, but it happens to be full."

- "Let's not give brilliant advice." — sighed Jack

At that moment, the door opened and the elderly surgeon who operated on him entered, and behind him appeared the same nurse.

Jack, wincing from the pain, almost got out of bed, but the doctor quickly said — Don't get up!

The nurse stayed outside, and the guy was left alone with the doctor.

— Doctor, I'm fine!

The surgeon quickly came up and laid Jack back down — A young man, I do not suffer from Alzheimer's and I remember exactly from whom I barely got the fragments from a dozen bullets yesterday.

Jack took the doctor's hands away from him and with the most convincing smile said — Don't be afraid, everything heals faster on me than on the dog and...

— I noticed, young man, believe me. — the surgeon adjusted his glasses — And only for this reason, instead of a month or two, you will spend a week or two in the ward, maximum.

Jack froze—A week?

— Or two. — the surgeon added

— It's impossible... Jack said softly, trying to think of something

"Why not?" — The doctor shrugged his shoulders — Everything really heals very quickly on you. If you're worried about paying, then don't. Everything is paid and I think you know by whom.

Jack looked at the doctor with concern.

— So don't worry and just rest for a week in our hospital.

Jack tensed his body, even though it gave painful sensations— You won't keep me here by force, will you? I may not be healthy, but I can return to everyday life right now.

The doctor looked at him and sighed — I don't understand why you are so eager to leave the hospital, but yes. I'm not going to keep you here by force.

Then the doctor sighed — However, I do not advise leaving the hospital. And although, of course, I'm not going to detain you, this will certainly be done by the guards outside the door, whom Mrs. Balalaika left.

Jack made a big face—Okay. You'll see for yourself that I'll be running tomorrow.

The surgeon smiled benevolently — I hope so.

When the doctor was almost out of the room, Jack called out to him — Tell one of the guards to come to me.

The surgeon smiled — It is unlikely that you will agree.

— I'm not for that. — Jack waved off, although the main reason was accurately guessed

— good. — the doctor nodded and went out the door, and a few seconds later Stefan came inside

Jack smiled wryly...

— Hello?! — a soldier grabbed his head — Hello, fuck!? You almost died, Jack!

— Well, it doesn't happen to anyone...

— Exactly that with no one! — Stepan massaged his face with his palms — Who does that? Do you have no sense of self-preservation at all? I'm your security guard! Do you know how angry the Captain was?!

Jack grinned— Have you been scolded?

Stepan grimaced — 'Ha-ha-ha", very funny, bitch. The Captain may be affectionate with you, but such a choice three-story mat fell on me and Mikhalych that my ears almost withered!

Jack smiled weakly — You'll survive.

— Fuck you! If this happens again, then the 'lip' will seem like paradise to me. Don't even try to persuade me! I would lock you up in this hospital for a year!

— Hey, hey, hey!

— What's 'hey-hey-hey"!? Your ass is just looking for adventures, which are in this hole in bulk!

Jack sighed—Okay. What did he call for... I would like to read, and then the time is wasted.

Stefan nodded — It's possible. What do you need?

— Natural sciences. The school curriculum, at least. Yes, and in mathematics. Jack nodded

Now that his brains were well pumped, it was a sin not to take advantage of this and not get useful knowledge.

At school, he studied far from well, for that now the desire to study appeared.

Stefan looked at him strangely.

- what?

— Can you bring something more interesting?

— That's what I'm interested in.

Stefan shrugged his shoulders. Everything will be fine now. The library is nearby, I'll send a person.

With these words, the man left the room, leaving Jack alone with himself.

...

The next morning.

It was getting light.

Jack was warming up, wincing.

The pain has not gone away yet, which is not surprising, but nothing is too serious.

Nothing that can't be endured.

Eighteen units of Survivability is not a joke at all, when on average a person has from six to seven units.

Next to the bed was a huge stack of books, the knowledge of which he swallowed whole in a day, marveling at his own memory.

But it was not only about memory, but also understanding, speed of thinking.

The answers seemed to come to mind.

The speed of reading was amazing, so the guards ran to the library more than once.

During the day, Jack learned the school curriculum, which he had not paid much attention to before, and even went a little further.

- "Okay." — sighed Jack, going to the window

Second floor. Sunny side.

- "Let's go." — he said to himself, opening the window and grabbing the drainpipe

It looked like new, so it had to withstand his carcass.

In extreme cases, no...

A little down the pipe, literally a couple of meters, Jack jumped off and landed calmly on his feet, wincing in pain.

Then he calmly, as if nothing had happened, left the hospital grounds, climbing over the fence, and pricked up his skis in the direction of Ben's Guns.

He has an order that he has been waiting for.

...

Jack opened the door of the store and walked in.

— And here you are! — Anas said energetically, taking out a box from under the counter - To be honest, I was waiting for you.

Jack smiled, wiping the sweat on his forehead—Believe me, so do I.

The movements were still painful, but everything was getting a little better by the minute.

— Look. Anas said with a smile, opening the box

There was a matte black pistol in it.

Elongated barrel, recoil compensator, collimator sight, LCU, enlarged magazine shaft and the magazine itself for thirty rounds.

On the side of the gun, barely discernible was the inscription - FN Five-seveN

— Perfect. Jack said, taking out his wallet and paying for such a wonderful job — Just what I wanted.

— We don't work any other way. Anas grinned, accepting the money

— I have another order. Armor. Jack looked into his eyes

— I'm listening. — put his hands on the counter, leaning, Anas

— I do not understand armor, but I need a not too restrictive movement, so that I can stop a kalash bullet and can serve for a long time.

Anas looked at Jack strangely — How much armor should catch... bullets?

— As much as possible. Jack said calmly

Anas sighed — You're definitely going to war, but... it's none of my business.

- yes. Not yours.

— Ceramics?

— I don't think so. — Jack shrugged his shoulders — Maybe it's easier, but I don't care about the weight of the armor. It is only important that she does not restrict movement. Well, it was durable, despite the incoming bullets.

Anas raised his eyebrows in perplexity — You understand that if a bullet flies into you, then even if the armor stops it, the blow will still not be puny. Not only vessels burst, but bones crack. This is not to mention how the internal organs suffer. Bulletproof vests should not make you a tank, they are designed to protect you from a couple of bullets, not machine-gun hail.

Jack smiled weakly and calmly opened his shirt — Believe me, I know what happens to you when a bullet arrives and not one, but a dozen.

Anas widened his eyes in shock, noticing the number of fresh patched bullet holes on his body.

— You may not tell from me, but I'm pretty strong, but I'm even more tenacious.

— Which one...

Jack calmly buttoned his shirt on himself—As long as the bulletproof vest holds the blows, so will I.

Anas, with bulging eyes, quietly said — So you are the same Berserker...

Jack froze—What?

Anas continued — How much time has passed since the shootout at Bao? And you're already on the move... Mighty, there is no bazaar.

Jack was very interested—Wait-wait-wait! What kind of Berserker?

— You probably haven't heard ... well, I was in the hospital, I was on a hike. — bending down, Anas spoke softly — For a day, such harsh rumors about a guy who did such fierce shit during a shootout went all over Ruanapur, that horror. He tore enemies with his hands, broke heads, used bodies as shields, took fire from a dozen pistols, but as if feeling nothing, he went like a monster at the enemy, like a fucking tank! They say that one poor guy, with a swift movement, tore off a member along with a scrotum and a piece of pants...

Now it was Jack's turn to stare.

— Well, you're a beast...

— So, there was definitely no last one. — he said quickly

— Still a monster. Anas shook his head and grinned — It's a sin not to help such a legendary person. I'll find you an armor, though I don't even know how much it will cost you.

— Money is not a problem. — sighed Jack — If the armor is not worth hundreds of thousands.

— No, definitely not more than a dozen. Anas waved away

"That's good... — Jack nodded and took out a piece of paper — And yes. Can you get all of this?

Anas took the sheet, looked at Nemo with his eyes and shook his head, returning the list — Not, not in my line, sorry. Of course I can get it, but it will take time.

— As I thought. We'll have to stomp into the Church of Violence. Jack massaged his eyes

— They may have something like that. — the man shrugged his shoulders — Is that all?

- yes. — closing his eyes, Jack replied, turning to the exit

— Good luck to you, Berserk!

Jack, grimacing, went outside.

...

Jack was looking for a taxi, and Gunther, as always, was dripping on his brains with love.

- "Berserk."

"That's enough."

- "Fierce Berserker."

"Shut up."

- "A seasoned Berserker."

- "Yes, shut up already!.."

- "Bloodthirsty Berserker."

- "Fuck..." — Jack covered his face with shame

O'Dim laughed to himself and did a test — "Nemesis of the scrotum."

— "There was nothing like that!" — Jack shouted to himself, kicking a stone that got under his feet — "And in general! Close the gate, baldy!"

Mr. Mirror just giggled nastily, which caused a vein to swell on Jack's forehead, and there was pain all over his body from the fact that the enraged Berserker had strained his body too much.

Fortunately for him, a familiar taxi driver just caught his eye — "Well, at least something good..."

"Oh yeah, you know there's going to be a hospital round soon, right? I wonder how fast Balalaika will call you."

Jack grimaced, but quickly pulled himself together and stomped to the taxi.

...

— I may be late, but as always, I will pay for a simple one. Jack said, getting out of the car

— Okay, Berserk. — the taxi driver answered with a venerable smile

Jack, wrinkled up like he'd screwed up a lemon —"Bao, I'm going to kill you..."

O'Dim practically sang — "Oh, my God, the Berserker is losing his temper! Baby Bao will be torn apart in the Berserker's frenzied rage! What a terrible share!"

It seemed impossible, but Jack grimaced even more — "At least shut the window..."

Surprisingly, Gunther really fell silent, only shrugging his shoulders with a grin.

The guy sighed and walked along the alleys to the familiar church.

A few blows on the door and after a couple of dozen seconds it opened, and a young-looking guy appeared on the threshold.

— Hello parishioner! — a shaggy guy in a church robe said energetically — I am a disciple of a priest - Rico, you can call me 'Brother Rico". Do you want...

Jack interrupted him gently, "I want to see Eda."

Rico was surprised — Oh, do you want to see your big sister? Please tell me the name.

— Jack.

— Just a minute. Rico said, closing the door

After a couple of minutes, the door opened again and the head of a nun appeared with a gum in her mouth and a gun at the ready.

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— Oh, so it's you. surprised, Eda smiled pleasantly, straightening her hair

Jack raised an eyebrow—Were you expecting another Jack?

— Yes, as it were... — Eda shrugged her shoulders with a grin — Rico described you like that, they say, a healthy guy with a killer look calls me.

Jack grimaced—Do I look like a bad guy?

— Who knows... — Eda said with a smile, and then grinned even harder — A good person is unlikely to be called a Berserker.

Jack's face, again, twisted even more — And you're there too...

Eda, looking around, asked mysteriously and quietly — There are a lot of rumors, but... is it true about the scrotum or not?

— no!

Eda raised her hands with a grin—Just asked.

Jack sighed in resignation.

— And so... Handsome Jack, what did you come with? — Eda asked in a strange tone, raising an eyebrow — Did you really decide to check on me?

Jack didn't pay attention to the woman's behavior and just handed out a piece of paper — Did this happen to be lying around in your warehouse by chance?

Eda, intrigued, took the piece of paper and looked at it — Very interesting... Why would you do that?

— You'll find out, but later. Jack shrugged

— Okay... — the nun squinted — Come in.

Nodding, Jack walked past Eda and the door slammed shut...