Yes, if we just leave him there, by morning he'll probably only be found as remains on an illegal black market surgeon's operating table.,The menacing muzzle of the gun pointed straight at Jack's red, bloated nose. The old man immediately raised his hands in surrender.,Old Jack instinctively shielded his head, then roared when he saw what had happened: "Heather! You've wrecked my shipping container again! And the old shop door!"。