Novel Titanic
Chapter 1133
Chapter 1133 They Must Have Been Targeted by the Police
After saying that, without caring about Owen's thoughts, he directly took out two bottles from the white plastic bag and handed one to Owen, saying, "Here."This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.
Owen first glanced at him, then after a while, he reluctantly took the bottle, but he didn't hurry to open it. His gaze shifted to the plastic bag on the ground containing the bottled mineral water.
Just as Jack was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he suddenly heard Owen say, "Why did you buy so much?"
The cold liquid flowed into his mouth, almost choking Jack, causing him to tremble slightly. For a moment, he didn't know how to respond and could only say, "We were worried that there wouldn't be enough water, so we bought this much to avoid attracting attention by going back and forth to buy more."
"Oh, you're quite considerate." Owen pointed at the water bottles on the ground as he spoke. "Take them all out and put them in the corner."
No matter how reluctant Jack was, there was nothing he could do. Matthew went to the cement room and hadn't returned yet. He could only slow down his movements and put the bottles together.
Just as he was about to take out half of it, a black shadow suddenly pressed down on him from behind. Jack was already a bit distracted, and before he could react, Owen had already grabbed him by the neck.
Owen was relatively short, and Jack was half a head taller than him. Even though Jack wasn't as heavy as him, Owen had injured his finger. Jack grabbed Owen's arm, turned around, and flipped him over.
The 22-year-old young man was strong, and Owen saw that he couldn't restrain him. Thinking that if he let him gain the upper hand, he would be in trouble, without thinking further, he directly drew the fruit knife that was tucked at his waist in a fluster.
Puchi!
The gleaming blade pierced into the flesh, reaching almost a palm's depth up to the hilt of the knife.
The pain instantly surged through him, and Jack slightly bent his body in response to the agony. He followed his gaze downwards and saw the knife plunged into his left abdomen, with bright red blood rapidly staining his entire front clothing. The blood spurted from the wound, quickly coagulating and drying up.
His desire to live made him firmly hold Owen's hand, but unfortunately, this was far from the end.
The next second, Owen pulled out the knife. Looking at the bleeding wound, he did not panic at all. Instead, he stabbed the knife into Jack's right abdomen...
Owen repeated his actions like a machine. He stabbed countless times, perhaps a dozen, perhaps twenty or more until the once lively body lay lifeless in a pool of blood. Only then did Owen stop his hand.
During the whole process, Jack didn't even have time to let out a wail.
Was he dead?
Owen didn't feel the slightest bit of panic as he gazed at the increasing amount of blood on the ground. Instead, he was filled with a twisted sense of excitement from his sadistic revenge.
He threw the knife in his hand in the corner. The originally smooth scabbard was now stained with a terrible red color.
Owen bent down and took one of the bottles of mineral water. He turned it upside down, and on the back of the light blue plastic label was a small white camera about the size of a thumbnail.
He smiled, tore off the camera, and threw it aside.
He lifted his foot and smashed it into pieces.
After coming back, Jack's demeanor was completely different from before. His young age and lack of understanding in disguise made him show many flaws, catching Owen's attention.
However, it wasn't until he saw the camera on the water bottle that Owen became certain. Once he was sure, Jack had to die.
They must have been targeted by the police.
Owen's mind filled with sinister thoughts, his eyes becoming dark and eerie. After dealing with the camera, he picked up the knife from the ground again, glanced in the direction where Matthew had left, and concealed the knife behind his back. Then, he walked lightly in that direction.