What's In The Briefcase In Pulp Fiction Novels & Stories

“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.

I quickly look away, trying to pretend like nothing happened. I look back at Elia and I see him receiving two briefcases from the receptionist. He glances at my direction before handing me one of the briefcase as we walk straight towards the elevator. I frown at the weight of the briefcase, ''What's in this?'' I ask. ''Weapons.'' He replies, casually. We step inside the suite before placing the briefcases on the coffee table. I eye him as he opens one of the briefcase and starts to check the weapons. Breathing out, I head towards the other side of the suite—finding a balcony.

We continued and when another man saw us, Agent4 Blue was quick enough to act and hit his vital points and the man didn't have the chance to yell. I gave Blue a thumbs up at that. We continued and easily got to the private room where all the money was produced, a pile of it. With the briefcase I was holding, I quickly got a lot of fake money and piled it inside. As I clicked it shut, there was a sound of a gun clicking and pointed at my head. "Hands up." I look at Blue beside me who was calmly raising his hands and motioned for me to do the same. I did as he told and slowly dropped the briefcase.

Does he really have a hand in the death of Craig? How is she even sure that this isn’t some stranger named Rex who just looks really identical to Draco? Her heart breaks, her eyes becoming teary as she looks towards their table again and the scarred man flips open his briefcase and she strains her eyes to get a good view of what it contains— wads of cash. He turns the open briefcase to Draco and a wide smile splays Draco’s lips before he shuts the briefcase, reaches into his pocket and hands a parcel to the guy who shakes his hands and leaves promptly.

“Scared to open it?’ He whispered into my face. His breath smelled of cigar and mint. The two things I hated the most but why does he make me want to like those things? Why does he reek of them yet I found it heavenly? What is wrong with me?! “I---No--I--” I fumbled around with words. His closeness to me made my head go completely blank. “Let me” He said and slowly grazed his hands over mine in the most sensuous way. Without batting an eyelid. As if looking at me to confirm something. And when he had his answer, he leaned back and opened the briefcase. I looked into it and there was no single gun in sight. Luciano that bastard! All that was inside the case was a letter. I felt so stupid thin

He said. They gathered the cartons and boxes and brought them to him. They opened them up and saw mannequins, tripod stands and some other movie props. "Are these all?" He asked Yesus. "Uh...." He said looking at the order receipt. "Actually Boss, there are about four wooden casings over there containing knight suits." He said. At this, Bruno's eyes widened. "Bring them over here" he ordered. "Yes Boss" They moved the casings towards where he sat. They opened the casings and pulled out the suits. They dismantled them one after the other. And in the third and fourth suits, they found parcels of cocaine wrapped in white bags.

She slammed the door shut right after she got out. John grinned after she left. He opened his briefcase, and the smell of roasted meat filled the car. His briefcase was stuffed with all sorts of food, including steak wrapped in aluminum paper, fried chicken, and even three cans of beer. Stunned by the amount of food that she had stuffed into the briefcase, John went silent for a moment before he chuckled and put it aside. “Let’s go.” The car drove off. Along the way, in the passenger seat, Peter subtly glanced in the rearview mirror.

“My daughter is very fine, thank you.” With a click of his finger, his man dropped a closed briefcase on the table. Chu opened it himself and showed me the dollar bills. I waved Lucas over. He dropped our suitcase, opened it, and showed Chu the cocaine wrapped in a transparent bag. We exchanged the briefcase. Lucas carried it over to our men behind to have the money counted. “I was surprised when my men informed me that you’ll be present for today’s exchange,” Chun said, trying to engage me in a conversation as my men counted the money.

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.

Women in revealing outfits moved between them, laughing and whispering in their ears. The man placed a briefcase on the table and slowly opened it. Inside were several packets filled with a white powdery substance. “Beautiful, isn’t she?” the man said with a grin. Lance didn’t respond. He simply stared at the contents of the briefcase with an unreadable expression. Marcus reached forward, calmly closing the case before picking it up. They turned to leave. But the man spoke again. “You’re new, huh?” Lance glanced back and nodded slightly.