Beautiful Man

Jason didn't seem to be joking, and Wesley became nervous.

"What do you want to do? I warn you first, I won't disclose any news about Jin Bin to you, the video and recording are up to you!"

"Oh, I really envy Jin Bin. You have such a loyal subordinate. But don't worry, I don't want to fight Jin Bin for the time being. What I need is information about the Speeding Party."

"The Speed ​​Party?"

Wesley was confused by him and asked suspiciously: "You and the Speeding Car Party seem to have no grudges, right."

"No, but I need money now. I heard that the Speed ​​​​Party had a large number of high-end motorcycles some time ago and wanted to smuggle them to South American countries for sale."

"Yes, you are interested in these motorcycles?"

"Huh, I'm only interested in money."

"Even if I know the news, why do you think I will reveal it to you?"

"Jin Bin’s ideal is to purify the Hell’s Kitchen and to clean up New York. That gang of Speeding Party is his goal. Sooner or later, you and the Speeding Party will have a battle. If you reveal information to me, you are also helping Jin Bin."

"No! Now is a special time, the gangs in New York must unite against you!"

"Don't talk about these bullshit! Use the speed party intelligence to exchange your black material, this is my bottom line, or you will spend the rest of your life in prison!"

After speaking, Jason hung up the phone directly.

Wesley is a smart man, he will make the right choice.

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After returning to the dining room for breakfast, Jason really received a text message from Wesley.

The content is an address and a sentence.

"Jason! The address has been sent to you, I hope you are convinced! This is the last time I will help you, and the next meeting is your death date!"

Jason sneered disdainfully.

Yes, the next meeting is your death date!

The address Wesley sent was strange. Jason handed the phone to Franklin and asked if he knew it.

"This address is in the north of the Bronx. There is an abandoned factory."

Abandoned factory?

It's a good place to hide stolen goods.

"Boss, what is this address?"

"It is said that there are a large number of stolen high-end motorcycles in the stronghold of the New York Speeding Party. We have work to do."

To have work is to have money.

Franklin suddenly became excited.

He was fed up with Dennis, fed up with this life under the fence.

He wants to make money, he wants to move out to live in a big house.

"Boss, what do I need to prepare?"

Jason said: "Well... the gun is in my safe house, and I need a car. You can't use your car, it will be found by the police.

"Well, stealing a car is trivial to me."

"The other thing is to pay attention to disguising your identity. My reward on the black market has increased again. If I show my feet, I will be targeted by countless gangs and killers."

"How much has it gone up?"

Franklin was very concerned about the bounty.

"All the gangs in New York united to offer me a reward, a total of 15 million U.S. dollars."

"What!"

Franklin was frightened by this astronomical figure: "Boss, do you have so many enemies in the underground world?"

Jason explained: "I am an old gangster. I have witnessed and participated in the development of gangs in New York over the past ten years. I know all the senior gangs in New York, and I know all the bad things they have done."

"If I were caught by the police and confessed what I knew, it would be a magnitude 10 earthquake for the underground forces in New York. The hundreds of thousands of gangsters in New York will all be ruined, so in order to survive, they must rob the police. Kill me ahead."

Franklin's expression was extremely solemn.

The lives and deaths of hundreds of thousands of people are involved, no wonder the gangs are as crazy as they are.

"Good boss, I will pay attention."

"Let's split up. You go find a car. I will drive your car to get a gun. The meeting point is in the parking lot 3 kilometers away."

………………

Jason drove to the safe house in Queens to get the gun, and then went to the agreed parking lot to wait.

It was getting dark, a Honda S2000 roadster drove into the parking lot, and Franklin got out of the car.

Jason got out of the car and asked, "There is no accident, right."

Franklin shook his head.

"Then get ready to act!"

Jason took the gun out of the car and asked, "Will you shoot?"

Franklin said embarrassedly: "I can shoot, but I can't."

Good marksmanship is fed by bullets. Poor people like him don't spend much money on gun training.

Jason didn't care. The purpose of their trip was to steal the car, not to kill.

If all goes well, there should be no need to move the gun.

Even if you need a gun, he is enough, Franklin just needs to drive the car.

The two of them sat in the S2000, Franklin was a little excited: "Boss, I found the treasure today."

Jason didn't understand: "Isn't it just broken Honda."

Franklin seriously corrected his prejudice: "This is the Honda S2000, the No. 1 sports car in my mind, there is no one."

On the way to the Bronx, Franklin described in detail how popular the car was.

Although what he said was spitting, Jason was lacking in interest.

For him, the car is just a tool for transportation and sultry.

When there was one kilometer away from the destination, Franklin drove the car into the abandoned factory and hid it, then took the weapon and touched it quietly.

At this time, there was a roaring engine sound behind him.

A heavy truck with containers passed by slowly.

A smile appeared on Jason's face.

The so-called coming early is not as good as coming. This heavy truck must be used to smuggle motorcycles.

"Go, keep up!"

By the dark night, the two quickly leaned towards the factory.

Among the large tracts of abandoned factories, only one factory is still lit.

More than a dozen sturdy, well-dressed men are sitting on motorcycles, smoking and chatting.

The heavy truck dropped its head on the open space, reversing, parked at the entrance of the factory, and lowered the ladder.

The Speeding Party threw away the cigarettes in their hands and began to work. They rode on high-end motorcycles hidden in the warehouse, and put them into containers one by one.

Jason hiding in the distance counted 52 motorcycles in total.

"Franklin, you know cars, can you calculate the total value of these motorcycles?"

"can."

Franklin stretched out his finger and started arithmetic on the dusty concrete floor.

Jason was a little speechless: "Can't you just speak?"

"Boss, I am not Chinese."

After five or six minutes, he finally figured out the result, and he made a mistake twice in the middle.

"52 motorcycles, the total value is close to 4 million US dollars!"

"you sure?"

Jason doubted his arithmetic ability.

"determine!"

"That's great, even if the 4 million dollars is a black car, we can earn half of it." Jason was a little eager to try.

The motorcycle loaded into the container was fixed, and another speeder party was sent to escort the car. The heavy truck left the factory and drove slowly into the highway.

Jason and Franklin returned to the car early, and when the heavy truck was about to leave their sight, they started the car and followed far behind.

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