It took Old Jack three hours to get here, and now the morning mist had almost dissipated. Looking around, he could see a field of rather unfresh cow dung, garbage cans by the roadside that hadn't been emptied in months, steam billowing from the sewers, and two rats darting past a cat who merely yawned lazily.,Old Jack looked at the eyes, clearly suffering from cirrhosis and filled with blood vessels, and the particularly prominent beer belly, confirming that this guy was the one he was going to kill today.,He looked at the ringing phone, making a constant noise, hesitating whether he should answer it.。