Beautiful Man

The mess in front of us made Wesley dumbfounded.

After a long time, I murmured a word: "what...fack!"

"Wesley, I'm sorry."

Annie knelt on the bed, clutching her mouth and nose and crying in pain: "I was wrong. I swear this is the last time. There will never be another next time. Please forgive me."

Wesley looked at Annie with a strange look in his eyes, as if he was getting to know his wife again.

Gradually, there was more emotion in his eyes.

There are puzzles, doubts, anger, and killing intent!

Wesley clenched his fists blankly and said slowly: "Jason, the bar downstairs has your favorite 20-year-old Scotch whisky. Go try it. You won't be disappointed."

There is no emotion in his words, just like the peace before the storm.

"OK!"

Jason nodded and went downstairs with the gun.

There are dozens of bottles of good wine on the bar counter next to the restaurant, and the price of each bottle is not less than 1,000 US dollars.

Jason turned on the dim incandescent light on the bar, looking for his favorite Scotch whisky.

"Whiskey, whiskey...found it!"

Taking out the corkscrew and opening the wine bottle, Annie's screams came upstairs.

Jason's movements paused slightly, and then he continued to work on his own affairs, unaffected by the sound.

Wesley hasn't killed anyone for many years, so the technique won't be unfamiliar.

Taking out a whiskey glass and taking out some ice cubes from the refrigerator, Jason sat on the rotating chair on the bar counter and tasted this 20-year-old Scotch whisky leisurely.

Annie's screams lasted for a long time and finally stopped. Wesley walked down the stairs slowly, stiffly sitting on the rotating seat.

"It tastes really good, you can taste it too."

Jason took out an empty glass, poured a quarter of the whiskey over it.

Wesley grabbed the bottle rudely, filled the glass, and drank his head up.

Boom~

The wine glass hit the bar.

Wesley squeezed the wine glass vigorously, hung his head and closed his eyes, breathing very fast.

Jason didn't speak. Outsiders couldn't help with this kind of thing, so he could only survive it by himself.

Refilling Wesley's wine glass, Jason pours himself while playing with the wine glass.

After half an hour, the two drank a bottle of whiskey.

At this time, Wesley finally slowed down and said: "Jason, I'm sorry for letting you see this scandal."

Jason shook his head slightly and smiled: "You don't have to apologize, I'm pretty cool anyway."

"FUCKYOU!"

Wesley showed an ugly smile: "If you die someday, I will find someone to cut off your beep and sew it on your mouth."

"It's too wasteful. If it were me, I would cut it off and make wine." Jason laughed.

"Shit! This guy is disgusting." Wesley's mood suddenly relaxed a lot.

The two clink glasses and drank the last sip of whiskey in the glass.

Putting down the wine glass, Wesley's expression became serious: "What the hell did you bastard do? I was so angry when I saw Jin for the first time."

"A little thing."

"What little thing?"

Jason looked down and admired the wine glass, and said lightly: "I slept with Vanessa."

Wesley was stupid.

"What? This special is also called a trivial matter? God, I told you earlier that your beep will definitely kill you."

Jason waved his hand impatiently: "Just leave it alone, I just wanted to ask, how did the matter between Vanessa and I get discovered by Jin?"

Wesley shook his head: "Kim didn't tell me anything, not even Vanessa. He only told me that you had betrayed the gang, and let me notify the gangs in New York to reward you."

Jason smiled faintly. He had been mentally prepared for the subject of being offered a reward, otherwise he would not change his mobile phone and even change his clothes when he went out.

"what price?"

"The dead one million dollars, the living three million dollars!"

"Oh! Great!" Jason smiled: "Can I surrender?"

"I welcome it very much."

Wesley stood up, tidyed up his suit and prepared to go upstairs: "I still have a mess to deal with, you can go, but I haven't seen you tonight."

"Wesley!"

Jason smiled and put down the wine glass, took out the Glock pistol hidden in his clothes and pointed it at him.

"You can't leave without giving me an answer, or you can use your Beretta 92 to try and kill me."

Wesley's expression was a little surprised, and the hand that had just touched the gun stopped instantly.

Under the dim light, the two men stood and sat looking at each other, both holding pistols.

After a stalemate for a few seconds, Wesley gave up.

He released his hand and said angrily: "Jason, I said, I don't know anything, Kim didn't tell me the truth."

Jason smiled disdainfully: "You and I have been friends and colleagues for many years. We understand each other far better than ourselves. Do you still have to lie in front of me?"

Wesley was dark and silent.

"Well, then I'll make it clear. Kim doesn't cherish feathers, and he hates Brother Vladimir, so he will never call him personally."

"Then the question is, whose instructions did Vladimir receive to accurately find my house?"

After speaking, Wesley's expression finally changed.

He sighed: "I'm sorry Jason, I..."

"Don't apologize, I know that you are only executing Jin Bin's orders."

"Thank you." Wesley continued, "When Kim called me yesterday, I knew you were sleeping with Vanessa. God, I was going crazy at the time. You bastard are really not afraid of death."

"Thank you." Jason laughed.

"I didn't praise you." Wesley frowned, shouting a little excited.

"Because of your damn beep, the hell's kitchen that has settled down, and even the underground forces in New York are completely chaotic. Do you know how many people will die for this!"

Jason shook his head contemptuously, thinking that Wesley really deserves to be Jin Bin's lover, and perfectly inherited Jin Bin's thoughts.

From the very beginning of forming a gang, Jin He set a small goal for himself.

The gangs that rule the whole of New York restrict their subordinates through strict control, thus creating a perfect city with no killing, no robbery, and no violent crime.

Jin Bin once told Jason about his ideals. Jason smiled and agreed, but he was very disdainful.

Jason stared into Wesley's eyes, and said seriously: "Wesley, do you really believe in the rhetoric of Kim Nam? That's ridiculous!"

"Evil is evil, and good is good. Don't always put gold on your face. As long as we are scumbags alive in the world, New York will never settle down."

Wesley was dissatisfied and said: "The Hell's Kitchen under the rule of Jinhe has a lower crime rate than ever before. Doesn't this explain the problem?"