Beautiful Man

The driver’s favorability towards the police is zero.

He cursed the police for being incompetent, unable to catch criminals, and would only cause trouble to the common people.

The speed of the inspection was very slow. The taxi stopped in place and waited for ten minutes before the two police officers came over with flashlights.

The driver's complaint stopped instantly.

The police knocked on the window: "Sir, please show your credentials."

Jason and the driver handed the prepared driver's license out the window.

The police took out the instrument, entered the driver’s license number into the intranet, and then illuminated the faces of the two with a flashlight to see if the personal identification matches.

"Didi."

The instrument rang suddenly.

The policeman inspecting Jason frowned, put his hand on the holster around his waist and said, "Sir, please raise your hands and get out of the car for inspection."

Jason asked in confusion: "Police officer, is there a problem with my credentials?"

The policeman held the pistol and said sharply: "Sir, raise your hands!"

"Good officer, don't get excited."

As he said, Jason raised his hand and got out of the car, then lay on the ground with his hands in his hands.

One policeman stepped forward to search, and the other policeman was in charge of the compartment and trunk.

After a careful search, no suspicious prohibited items were found.

The police breathed a sigh of relief and returned the driver's license to Jason: "Your car has violated the regulations several times, so remember to deal with it in time next time."

"Thank you officer." Jason smiled and took the driver's license.

"Release!"

The taxi restarted, and the uncle driver began to complain again.

Jason smiled and chatted with him, but put his hands under the seat and pushed upwards forcefully.

A gap was broken between the seat and the base.

A dark Glock 20 pistol was lying there quietly.

After leaving Manhattan, all the way is smooth.

Jason got off at a shopping mall in Queens, and after walking several hundred meters, he took a taxi again.

This time the driver is a black guy in his twenties.

"Hey, sir, where are you going?"

"The **** club on XX street."

The black guy was very surprised: "Sir, there is a slum area, the security is very poor, and the streets are full of homeless people. If you need it, I can introduce a better place."

Jason casually said, "Thank you, I made an appointment with a friend."

The black guy shook his head helplessly.

Since it is an appointment with a friend, there is no way.

8:50.

Ten minutes before the agreed time, Jason arrived at his destination.

This **** club is very old, the neon sign on the roof is half blind, and there is still sticky vomit at the door.

Jason frowned at the smell of sourness.

Compared with the clubs he used to go to, this club is simply unsightly.

However, in slums, this super cheap club is the favorite pastime of the poor.

A tall black security guard stood in front of the club.

Seeing Jason, he took the initiative to greet him and said, "Hi, buddy, do you want to watch a striptease? It only costs 10 dollars."

Jason nodded and took out the change and handed it to him.

The security guard opened the door and gestured to please.

Although the club’s appearance is shabby, it covers a large area of ​​six to seven hundred square meters.

The periphery is the lounge area and bar, and the center is an oval dance floor.

Several plain-looking striptease girls, in harmony with dynamic music and colorful lights, wantonly twist their bodies on the steel pipes to show the beauty of their bodies.

There was a circle of small round stools around the dance floor, on which were filled with joy-seeking men, waving the change bills, trying to attract the attention of strippers.

The club’s business is very good. People are everywhere, and the voice is very noisy. You have to shout.

Jason couldn't find Franklin, so he logged onto Facebook and sent him a private message.

"I'm at the club, where are you?"

"The lounge directly opposite the entrance."

Jason walked straight to look for it, and he saw Franklin drinking alone in a remote corner.

Green sweater, gray shorts, white sneakers.

He is very conspicuous even in the crowd of strange clothes and old-fashioned hairstyle.

Jason walked over, pulled the chair away and sat down.

Franklin looked up blankly, as if asking: Who are you?

A few seconds later, he reacted and cursed: "Shit! You guy is really playing tricks on me, you are not Jason at all!"

Jason did not defend himself, but leaned forward and opened the collar of his clothes, revealing a hideous and strange wound.

This is a gunshot wound, very close to the heart.

This is also the only wound he has exposed on Facebook.

Franklin also reposted this picture, claiming it was a real man's tattoo.

When he saw the wound on Jason's chest with his own eyes, the expression on his face was at first puzzled, then thinking, then surprised, and finally excited.

"Are you really Jason? Why are you like?"

Jason released his hand and made a silent gesture: "If you have a $13 million bounty on your head, you will do the same."

Franklin understood.

He stood up abruptly, his expression agitated, and his speech was a little incoherent.

"Omika!"

"Can't believe I actually saw you!"

"I... can I take a photo with you? Oh, you can't now."

"Do you know? When I was in junior high school, I was a fan of you."

"The classmates all like those muscular Hollywood stars, but I know they are a bunch of bitches."

"Only like you, who climbed up from the bottom a little bit, killed and been killed, and broke out of the sea of ​​blood in the corpse mountain are real men."

…………

Franklin was so excited that he went off-track as he spoke.

"God! What am I talking about! I...I just wanted to ask, can I join you and become your little brother?"

Jason put away his smile and looked at him with a serious expression: "I have nothing, no money, no guns, no people. I am not only chased by gold, but also rewarded by the government. Are you sure you really want to join?"

Franklin did not hesitate, patted his chest and said: "Being your little brother, fighting side by side with you is my long-time dream. Even if I fight this life, I will not hesitate."

Seeing his firm eyes, Jason nodded in satisfaction: "Well, you will be my little brother from today."

"YES!"

Franklin waved his fists excitedly.

Almost hit a strip girl passing by.

"Oh!"

"sorry Sorry!"

He quickly apologized.

The girl waved her hand indifferently and asked as usual: "This energetic handsome guy, would you like to watch a personal dance performance? It only costs $500."

The girl in front of her had a dark skin and a hot body, and she had an appetite for Franklin.

But for him, who has no job and the only source of income is theft, a dance performance of $500 per show is simply a sky-high price.

Franklin's entanglement was seen by Jason.

He smiled and took out a stack of cash from his pocket and threw it on the table: "It's boring to dance alone. Call all your sisters and serve my little brother well."