Novel & Cerita The Briefcase In Pulp Fiction

He took a puff of the cigarette. “Well?” One of them prompted. The figure from the car nodded, a sinister smile visible on the lips. “I have all the cash now, where are the goods?” The three figures revealed a rather large briefcase that wasn't seen wasn't seen before, each one revealing a toothy grin. “Great job,” The figure from the car praised as they dropped the briefcase into the car. The figure pulled a second suitcase out of the car and handed it to them. “It will be appreciated if everything goes smoothly tonight. You understand that no one crosses me and lives to tell the story.”

Penelope began, "But now, I want to resolve this without him getting involved. Let's talk things through and have smooth sailing from here on out." "And by that, you mean?" At Roxanne's question, Penelope snapped her finger and the man in black suit who had been standing behind her walked forward with two black briefcase. He dropped them on the table in between she and Roxanne and peeled the lid open. Inside the briefcase were mint dollar bills, all stacked nicely against each other until there was no single space left in the case.

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.

They all laughed, Then the men opened a silver briefcase, weapons of all kinds nestled inside. "You got the money?" His—I mean my associate stepped up with a black bag and unzipped it, revealing stacks of cash. "Well gentlemen, all that's left is to make the trade," he said. Just then, "Imposter!” I turned slowly. The target hoped into the room in his boxers, pointing a gun at me. “Never leave a man armed with his gun" he spat, “sweetheart" Shit! "Oh well," I said, as I slammed his associate’s head into the table.

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.

Inside, the air was cold, damp, and thick with the metallic tang of blood. The scene that greeted me was not unfamiliar. Two men, their faces swollen and bruised beyond recognition, were shackled to a support beam, their bodies slumped. The delivery men. The ones audacious enough to smuggle firearms and gold bars from my Treasury. My men, burly figures cloaked in shadows, stood nearby, their expressions grim, their knuckles still raw. Clearly, they had taken pleasure in their work.

When they came back, Duke had put the briefcase on the passenger’s seat. At my question, William nodded at Duke and Duke handed the briefcase to me. I was taken aback by its heavy weight but that made me even more curious. I didn’t waste any time opening the briefcase and my eyes went wide when all I saw inside was cash. “What do you need all this money for!?” I brought out bundle after bundle of the hundred dollar bills. “This is up to a hundred thousand, isn’t it?” “Just a bit more.”

the body guard said as he handed me the briefcase. “Whats in there” “Draco asked for this to be given to you” I took a look at the expensive looking briefcase and suddenly panicked, oblivious of what it contained Finally, I had suppressed the feeling of and summoned the courage to open the briefcase. Before me were the most expensive looking guns I had ever seen. They were extremely rare and advanced weapons that had cost a fortune to acquire and as I ran my fingers through them in astonishment, I looked at the body guard and asked

I couldn't help but notice a briefcase in the back seat as he sat next to me on the wheels. “What’s in the case?” I asked and stretched to the back to take the briefcase. I clutched it and placed it on my lap. I opened it and was stunned to see that there were two handguns inside the briefcase with a lot of bullets. I gasped and looked at him with wide eyes. "What the hell? What do we need guns for?" I asked, my voice trembling.

He stood there, his hands twitching slightly as if unsure of what to do with them. Alexander gestured to one of the guards stationed at the door. "Bring in the case." Moments later, the guard returned, carrying a sleek black briefcase. He set it on the table and opened it to reveal stacks of cash neatly arranged inside. William’s eyes widened as he looked from the briefcase to Alexander.