Beautiful Man

There was a lot of blood in the life-and-death struggle just now, and Jason's body was still very weak.

He lay on the sofa in the living room, picked up a newspaper and covered his face, closing his eyes and rested.

Fearing to disturb his sleep, Stan turned off the Beethoven piano music playing on his cell phone.

At this moment, Franklin, who was quite critical of Stan, leaned forward and said in a low voice.

"Hi, buddy, welcome to join. Although you are the director of the New York Drug Enforcement Administration, with high authority, I have taken refuge in the boss before you, and the first disciple of the boss, so according to the rules of the rivers and lakes, I am your predecessor. You have to respect me."

Shi Dan stared at him blankly, as if thinking about whether he was joking.

After a while, Stan laughed unconsciously: "Let me respect you? Are you worthy?"

Franklin's face was full of anger.

If it wasn't for the fear of disturbing Jason's sleep, he must teach this arrogant fellow today.

Stan looked at him disgustingly, and said angrily: "You know, it's because of your stupidity that Jason was hurt so badly. You are ashamed to call yourself senior, shit!"

Hearing this, Franklin was shocked and angry, his face almost distorted: "You'd better speak clearly, or I will kill you with one shot."

Stan shook his head contemptuously: "Forget it, it's okay to tell you."

"You scumbags who stole chickens and dogs will leave some traces when stealing cars. These traces represent the modus operandi and characteristics of each of you. Just like human fingerprints, they belong to you only."

"Last night, the police sent the Honda S2000 at the crime scene to the Trace Inspection Department for inspection. Traces of your crime were found on the door and ignition switch of the vehicle. So you and Jason were connected by the police."

"The police have retrieved your call records for the last three months and found that you have often contacted an unfamiliar number in the last few days."

"It's even more coincidental that your aunt Dennis has recently gotten rich. Going to Dior counters to buy cosmetics and Michelin restaurants, these consumptions are completely inconsistent with her income level."

Franklin lowered his head and his expression worsened.

"In the early hours of this morning, the police controlled Dennis while she was out for a run, and learned from him that a stranger had lived in the house."

"According to her description, the person's appearance is far from Jason's, but his height and body shape are exactly the same as Jason's, so the police concluded that after disguising and escaping from Manhattan, Jason hid in your house."

"At this point in the investigation of the case, the truth is already clear. But I didn't expect the police officers to have the eye of the gangster. He deliberately disrupted the direction of the investigation, provided false information, and abruptly delayed the police action for three hours."

"These three hours are the time he left for her master, Mrs. Gao, to send a killer to deal with Jason. So now, are you embarrassed to claim to be the first disciple?"

After listening to Stan's narration, Franklin looked depressed.

He took refuge in Jason for only a few days, but because of his mistakes, Jason was killed twice.

Thinking of this, Franklin was desperate. Maybe he was really just a little gangster who couldn't afford to support him. Even with Jason, it would only cause him trouble.

"enough!"

Jason lying on the sofa suddenly opened his eyes and sat up.

"Everyone is a brother who eats the same pot of rice. I don't expect you to be like a family, but at least don't quarrel about these past events."

Stan spread his hands and said with an innocent expression: "Boss, I'm not arguing. I'm just telling the cause and effect of the matter. I just hope that Franklin can listen to it and make fewer mistakes in the future."

Jason coldly snorted, "You have this mindset, so why don't you think about the way forward."

Stan is very clever, guessing what Jason was thinking: "Boss, you are going to avenge Mrs. Gao next, right."

Jason nodded slightly.

Stan then asked: "I have a question, do you know where her factory is, boss?"

"I know, it's in Hell's Kitchen. I've been there a few times."

Shi Dan clapped his palms and said excitedly: "The matter is much simpler. I can send someone to destroy her factory and throw this old witch into jail. Then she will just play around with the boss at will."

Jason shook his head speechlessly: "First, please change to an accurate word. Second, there are hundreds of Chinese gangsters under Mrs. Gao, and there are dozens of gangs related to her interests. That little person is not enough to stuff her teeth."

Stan straightened his back and said proudly: "Boss, you too underestimate our Drug Enforcement Administration. The power we have is not as simple as the police officers on the face."

As soon as this statement came out, Jason and Franklin were immediately interested.

Stan didn't sell anything, and said bluntly: "Our Drug Enforcement Agency is the most powerful department of the federal law enforcement agency. At home, we and the FBI have joint jurisdiction, and in Mexico and other countries where herbs are rampant, we also have overseas law enforcement powers."

"There is also a special police force under the Narcotics Enforcement Agency-FAST. The number, budget and operations of this special force are not even qualified to question the Congress."

"If you encounter a particularly serious situation, the Drug Enforcement Administration can even mobilize the Marine Corps to assist in the arrest."

"Ms. Gao's Chinese gangsters and the gangs that have interests in her are really not easy to mess with, but can they beat the Marines no matter how powerful they are?"

After listening to him, Jason's worldview suddenly became clear: "I didn't expect the Narcotics Enforcement Administration to have so much power. I was ignorant."

With FAST and the Marines supporting the field, Mrs. Gao and Jin Binzhi are a fart.

Thinking of Mrs. Gao's shocked and desperate expression, Jason said excitedly: "We will act tonight. Before the old witch has reacted, we will destroy her lair in one fell swoop."

It's not too late for a gentleman to avenge him for ten years, but Jason is not a gentleman, but a heinous bad guy.

If he wants revenge, let alone three years, he can't wait even three days.

Stan's expression was calm: "Of course it's okay. Boss, rest early. Just remember to watch the TV news tomorrow morning."

Jason hurriedly stopped Stan. He had to take revenge by himself.

"No, I must take part in the action tonight. I must kill the old witch myself."

Facing Jason's request, Stan didn't show any embarrassed expression, he thought for a while.

"This matter is simple, I can put you in the Narcotics Enforcement Bureau and follow me to act together."

"As long as you prepare a special police uniform to cover your face, no one knows your true identity."

"It's just that I am a little worried about your injury."