Pulp Fiction Briefcase Gif Novels & Stories

Marcel. I rushed to untie my mum while Audrey did the same with my father. Pablo and his gang grumbled and made little sounds of pain as they lay huddled on the floor, while Marcel and his counterpart did not break a sweat. "My money," Pablo groaned "I want my money," "Marcel," That voice. There was something about it. Marcel placed a rather large silver-coloured briefcase on the only surviving chair in the living room and imputed a pin, the box clicked open, and all three women present, me inclusive gasped when I saw the contents of the box.

He drew the briefcase on the floor up to the bar and slid it across to me. I caught it and looked at him. "What's this?" "Open it and see." Without taking my eyes off him, I opened the briefcase slightly. It was stacked with neat-looking one hundred dollar bills. I brought out one and sniffed it before putting it back. I looked up to see the man watching me closely. "Hi, my name is Zero, glad to make your acquaintance." I lifted a hand towards him in a hand shake and watched in rising amusement, the flow of emotions on his face. I knew he debated on whether to shake me or not. Coming to a conclusion, he brought out his hand and clasped mine in a firm shake.

My heart hammered against my chest, and I started to pray that everything went smoothly without anyone getting hurt. When Max put the briefcase on the ground, Packton walked toward it. He growled as he had to kneel in front of Max to open it. "Should I count it?" he smiled smugly, as he pulled out one of the many piles of hundred-dollar bills. "Half a million. It's all there," Max yawned before glancing at his watch. Packton glared at him, annoyed more and more by Max's behavior, but he finally got what he wanted. He closed the briefcase and took it from the ground, providing the last piece of evidence we needed.

Marcus! I fist my right hand against Tina's desk as I will myself to control my anger and continue with the video. I can't hear what they are saying but seconds later, the Asian guy gives Marcus a black briefcase in exchange for a Grey briefcase from Marcus. They both leave after that exchange. The video ends and I curse under my breath.

But then… “It's nothing lethal. I promise you.” She said lowering the briefcase to the ground. The ugly boy turned to look at the one sitting at the head of the table, El Zorro himself, who nodded slightly. The man dropped his gun and fondled with the briefcase as he tried to open it, revealing all we had to offer on the table. “What's this?” He asked in a heavy accent, shuffling our stuff with the point of his gun. Someone needed to teach him manners.

“Well, I’d love to stay and chat, but I’ll be on my way now since I’ve already gotten the two hundred million. Next time you come to this life, make sure not to mess with the wrong people.” He turned his back, preparing to sprint down the dark alley. “There’s no money in that briefcase,” I said loudly. He turned his head back so fast I heard his neck pop. “You’re joking.” “You can open it and see for yourself,” I said, crossing my arms over my chest. “Go ahead.” The fake Damian opened the briefcase, and his face turned as red as a tomato. Inside the briefcase, there were thousands of sheets of blank paper and old newspapers. Only at the top were a few hundred-dollar bills.

The drunkard opened the briefcase, revealing stacks upon stacks of banknotes, totaling nearly a million dollars. The dark-faced security guard's eyes widened at the sight of the cash. Seeing the guard's momentary hesitation, the drunkard smirked. "This money's all yours, just let me in to spend..." The drunkard's words were cut short as the security guard's fist flashed out, delivering a hard punch directly to his face!

he mumbled against my mouth. Then his head fell back against the pillow and his arms dropped to his sides. I stayed still for a moment, listening to his breathing, that meant he was out cold I climbed off him and checked his pulse just to be sure cause I wasn't trying to kill anyone tonight. I went through his pockets first—wallet, phone, keys. The wallet had several credit cards and about three thousand in cash. I took the cash and left the cards. Less traceable that way. Then I turned my attention to the briefcase. It was still handcuffed to his wrist. I'd need to take the whole thing.

Shadow closed his eyes and sigh, even if he sees the disk he won't be able to supsect him. He watch Mr Luis take out the cash from the briefcase, after he emptied it, he pushed it aside and start to go through the remaining balance. He was sure the money was complete, then he drew the briefcase closer and start to put them back. He continued until his hands touch something in the briefcase, he lift the money up and pulled out a disk "How did this get in here? Did you put it inside?" He asked.

I slide over to her putting the dummy in her mouth, which makes the small guy shout once again. "What are you doing?!" He shouts towards me, I hold my hands up in surrender once again, last time I try to help someone. "I was just helping the baby," I mutter, does this guy need to show us he's tough even with his size? The taller guy pulls Rick over the counter and to the floor to join our group, he proceeds to pace around the shop floor for a little while, his eyes looking over the group than down and something in his hands, from afar it looked like a little photo that you could fit in your wallet.