The Orlando apartment was a very unremarkable bachelor apartment.
After Jack returned, he sorted out the current situation and lit up a cigarette. Just like his plan, he watched the live broadcast while waiting for the police to arrive.
Knock, Knock, knock.
In the quiet early morning, the door was suddenly knocked. If it was anyone else, they would be a little scared. After all, the live broadcast of death these days was indeed very terrifying.
But Jack was the Death Inquisitor himself. He could feel only excitement in his heart!
Soon, he was going to be executed at the police station!
"Who is it? Knocking on the door in the middle of the night? You motherf*cker! You want to die?" Jack cursed as he went over to open the door.
Jack tried his best to act like a normal person. If he was too cooperative and too calm, it would be easier to arouse the police's vigilance.
"Police!"
