I Breathe Euro

Mass murderer?

Mr. Smith didn't say it out loud as he wanted to grab that gun from Jack's hand and throw it away.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

"Alright, Doctor, I'll be going to the town now. You want to join in?" Mr. Smith sighed first, then offered Jack a ride.

"Alright, I'll go with you," Jack said as he pushed the gun down, and then he looked at himself; he was wearing pajamas.

"Give me ten minutes," Jack said as he wanted to take a shower and get ready.

Mr. Smith nodded, then left Jack alone. Jack took a shower as usual, then wore his black suit with a black overcoat as the weather was chilly here.

After getting ready, Jack went downstairs and saw Amanda and Amelia seated at the dining table.

"Jack, come, mother has prepared breakfast for you with her own hand." Amanda cheerfully called Jack, who was coming downstairs.

Jack smiled as he felt he was hungry and looked at Mr. Smith, who was reading a newspaper on the couch.

Mr. Smith glanced at Jack, who was coming down, and nodded his head as if to say he'll wait to go eat.

Jack seated in the middle of mother and daughter, as they only left the middle seat open for him.

Jack tasted the weird dish with cream, which tasted delicious, then he ate some more.

After eating, he thanked Amelia and left with Mr. Smith.

Outside the villa, a car was waiting for them. Jack entered the car; he only took his Glock 42 with him today, and Clark was seated in the front passenger seat.

"Alright, remember I am the employer of the 99% town, so no killing or breaking," Mr. Smith said frustratedly.

"Alright," Jack said as he was appearing more and more chaotic to Amanda's dad.

The car slowly went towards the town while leaving the mountain behind; it took them 10 minutes to reach the town. The town was a very simple town; people were busy with their daily lives.

Jack noticed the shops were run by women, and on the street there were mostly women, although there were some shops with male employees; they were mostly the luxurious ones.

"All the men are hired by me," Mr. Smith said proudly.

"So, these stores are yours?" Jack asked while pointing at the male employee's.

"Yes, in this town, everyone is paid handsomely if they work for me," Mr. Smith said as he was taking Jack around the town.

"Alright, Drop us here; you go and do your business. Remember to buy those items. We'll have a little fun here," Jack said as he wanted to check out the ladies-only town.

"Don't use a gun; if you've a problem with anyone, you can directly call me." Mr. Smith said as if he owns this town.

"Alright, don't forget to buy the thing; otherwise, no serum." Saying this, Jack left the car.

The town felt strange from the moment Jack and his guard Clark walked in. Women seemed to be in charge of everything—they ran the markets, kept the streets in order, and managed most of the town's business. But at the center of it all was Mr. Smith, a man who owned every fancy shop in town. These shops, full of expensive items, were all run by men Mr. Smith had hired himself.

"It's like his own little kingdom," Jack said, looking around.

Clark nodded and agreed with Jack. "It's odd. The women are in charge, but it's clear Mr. Smith has all the power where it counts—money."

Jack couldn't deny it. The town was clean and lively, but something about it felt too controlled, too planned. It was unlike any place they had ever seen, and Jack couldn't shake the feeling there was more to it than met the eye.

"Let's go check on the bar; I am sure it will be interesting to drink with a young woman," Jack said, as the town was weird, but there are a few perks, like a women-only bar.

Jack and Clark walked into a dimly lit bar, the sound of laughter and music filling the air. The place was packed with young women, chatting and enjoying drinks. The atmosphere felt lively, yet a little offbeat. Every corner of the bar was filled with groups of women, their conversations flowing freely, while the few men scattered around seemed to be quietly observing, almost like outsiders.

Jack glanced around, raising an eyebrow. "This place feels different."

Clark leaned in, scanning the room. "Yeah. The men here don't seem to be around here, that's for sure."

The women, confident and carefree, seemed to be running the show, while the men mostly kept to themselves. Jack couldn't help but find the whole thing a bit intriguing. "It's like the roles are reversed here," he muttered. "This town's got its own way of doing things."

Jack and Clark sat down at the bar, ready to order drinks. As they settled in, a woman in her late thirties took the seat next to Jack. She gave him a smile and leaned closer.

"Can I buy you a drink?" she asked, her voice playful. "I know a good one if you're interested."

Jack glanced at her, giving a small smile. "Thanks, but I can get my own," he replied, his eyes briefly meeting Clark's, who watched with a grin.

The woman laughed, not bothered by his answer. "You're different," she said. "Most guys would say yes right away."

Jack raised an eyebrow. "I'm not like most guys," he replied, his tone calm but confident.

Clark chuckled quietly, and the woman gave Jack one last look before moving on to talk to someone else. Jack shrugged, amused but still thinking about how odd the town felt.

"This town is amazing; we should start a fuck fest," Jack said while ordering a simple juice for himself before realizing he didn't have any cash.

"Don't worry about it," Clark said as he looked Jack's way with a reassuring smile.

"That serum is weak in that lab," Jack said as he took a sip from his drink and looked around.