Beautiful Man

Mrs. Gao hung up the phone, her face pale in anger.

A hairy boy in his twenties dared to talk to her like this.

Jin Ping sat opposite, looking at her with a smile, feeling every cell in his body feel comfortable.

You, an old witch, had a deflated day, and Jason really did a great thing.

After a while, Mrs. Gao's complexion recovered and she stood up and prepared to leave: "Jin Bin, Jason will be handed over to you, you must hurry!"

"Don't worry." Jin said with a smile, sending her to the door.

………………

When Franklin came home with a box of drinks, Jason walked out of the bathroom just after washing the blood stains and was bandaging his arm with medicine.

Looking at the blood splattered in the living room and the headless corpse lying on the ground, Franklin opened his mouth in surprise.

"Oumaika!!! What happened in the few minutes I left?"

Jason's face was pale, and he pointed to the headless corpse on the ground and said, "My whereabouts have been discovered. This is the killer they sent."

Although there was no on-site observation, the scars on Jason's body and the tragic condition of the living room made Franklin understand that there must have been a tragic life and death struggle just now.

Franklin calmed down and asked, "How to deal with this corpse? Are you going to dig a hole and bury it?"

Just as Jason was about to answer, the phone on the table vibrated suddenly.

"Jason, your address has been discovered by the police, and the New York special police will arrive in ten minutes. They want to survive and rush to this address quickly."

Franklin leaned in: "Boss, whose text message is this."

Jason smiled without saying a word, and handed him the phone.

After reading it, Franklin asked suspiciously: "Is this news reliable?"

Jason nodded slightly: "I expected the hiding place to be discovered as early as I expected, but I didn't expect it so quickly. It seems that the strength of the police cannot be underestimated."

"Then...what about this address?"

This is where Franklin puzzled.

Jason is a lonely family, his former friends and brothers died of death, betrayal, how could anyone warn him at a critical moment.

This is most likely a trap set by a certain force.

Jason patted him on the shoulder: "Don't think too much, the address is okay, please pack your things and leave."

Five minutes later, the two of them left the back door carrying large and small bags, and rode their motorcycles to the address on the text message.

Soon after the two left, three armed helicopters appeared in the cloudless sky, and dozens of explosion-proof vehicles full of special police rushed in and surrounded Franklin's home.

The police broke open the door, and there was only one headless body.

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The address on the text message was a low-cost apartment less than five kilometers away from Franklin's home, without even an elevator.

The apartment is seven stories high, with eight rooms on each floor, and each room is less than 100 square meters in area.

Most of the people living here are ordinary families with jobs but low income from work.

The two put on baseball caps and masks to cover their faces, and walked to Room 503 on the fifth floor with their luggage.

The door of the room was not closed, leaving a gap, and the sound of piano music came from inside.

Both Jason and Franklin are crude, they can only hear the sound of the piano, but they don't know which piece it is and who the author is.

They glanced at each other, took out their pistols and loaded them, then slowly opened the door.

The sound of piano music is getting louder and louder, the rhythm is getting more and more urgent, it seems that it has come to a climax.

In the living room, a man in a white suit turned his back to them, waving his hands like the conductor of a symphony orchestra up and down to the beat of the piano music.

Franklin was full of question marks, but Jason had such an expression.

After the climax, the tune became flat, and the man lowered his arm and turned around slowly.

Middle-aged white man with brown hair and scum on his chin.

I don't know if the room is too hot, or the beat is too tired, a few strands of hair are stuck to the forehead with sweat.

He smiled and scanned the two in front of him, then looked at Jason: "Do you like Beethoven?"

Jason shook his head.

Who is Beethoven?Where is it from?

The man showed a disappointed expression: "You don't like Beethoven, you don't know what you missed. His overture always makes me excited, but once the overture is over, really, it starts to become boring! So I don't listen to it anymore. !"

Franklin was confused by his neurotic speech and couldn't help asking: "Hey, buddy, who are you? Why do you want to help us?"

The man ignored him, took out an iron box from his pocket and shook it by his ear.

There were a few capsules in the iron box. He took one out and threw it into his mouth, then leaned back hard while leaning on his waist.

The man's face became flushed and his body shook slightly.

"Uh uh uh……"

After a loud groan, the room was calm.

Franklin was stunned.

Is this a fool?

In front of outsiders, he shook the grass and put on a climax face.

After finishing the grass, the man's mood was a little unstable.

He walked up to Jason, sniffed the tip of the pen, and said obsessively: "You know what, I like you for a long time."

"Your criminal tactics are full of violent aesthetics. Those corpses that fall on the ground are like works of art carved by you."

"You still have a bloody smell on your body, can you tell me how the hapless guy died?"

His eyes are sincere and full of curiosity.

Jason replied calmly: "Grab his feet, spin at high speed on the spot, and then hit his head against the wall."

"Boom!"

The man imitated the sound of the explosion and laughed: "That's why I like you, you are a criminal genius!"

The laughter gradually subsided, and he calmed down and took out his documents and said: "Introduce yourself, my name is Norman Stanfield, and everyone who knows me calls me Stan, the current director of the New York Drug Enforcement Agency!"

"Omika!"

Franklin was stunned, not knowing what to say.

Director of the New York Drug Enforcement Agency?

This neuropathy was still in front of them just now!

Can this kind of scum enter the Drug Enforcement Administration?

What a special director!

His poor three views shattered in an instant.

While he was still able to communicate normally, Franklin asked quickly: "Why are you saving us?"

Stan stretched his hands and said: "The reason is very simple. I am a fanatical admirer of Jason. I want to join in and complete the earth-shattering crime with him."

"This reason is too much."

Franklin forgot, the reason he joined Jason is also the same.

"So, for the sake of saving you, can I join you?" Stan asked sincerely.

Jason smiled and opened his arms: "Welcome to join!"

Ding!The wicked were successfully recruited by the party.

[Party: Norman Stanfield]

[Source: "This killer is not too cold"]

[Abilities: Music proficiency (level 2), driving proficiency (level 3), firearms proficiency (level 4), special operations (level 3)]