Beautiful Man

Jason moved his arm to signal that his injury was OK.

"Since I took the road to the gang, wounding and bleeding have been as common to me as eating and drinking. As long as I can kill the old witch, this injury is nothing at all."

"Good boss, I'll go back and make arrangements immediately."

Seeing him so persistent, Stan stopped talking too much.

Walking to the door of the room, he turned around and said, "By the way, this house is the safe point of our Drug Enforcement Administration. You can live here with peace of mind. As long as this nigger does not commit suicide, no one will dare to find out our drug enforcement. The head of the game comes up."

Franklin darkened his face, raised his middle finger and went back: "FUCKYOU!.

Stan shook his head and smiled, and opened the door.

"Boss, since there is action in the evening, please take advantage of this time to take a good rest, and I will make lunch for you."

Franklin helped Jason into the bedroom and lay down, then went to the kitchen and started cooking.

After lunch, Jason turned off the lights and rested to recharge his energy for tonight's actions.

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The sun went down and the sky was dim.

Meimei slept, and the complexion on Jason's face really improved.

Walking out of the room, Stan in a police uniform was sitting on the sofa, staring at Franklin.

Seeing Jason walking out of the room, he greeted him, then pointed to the suitcase on the ground and said: "Boss, the police uniforms and weapons and equipment have been brought here for you. Put on your clothes and we can set off."

Jason didn't talk nonsense, took the suitcase directly into the bedroom and started changing clothes.

Two minutes later, a heavily armed'special police' walked out of the room.

Franklin's expression was a little frightened: "shit! I know it's the boss, but I still have a little drum in my heart. Am I allergic to this suit?"

Stan pierced him mercilessly: "You are not allergic, you are counseling."

A police car from the Drug Enforcement Agency parked in front of the cheap apartment.

After Jason and Stan got into the car, they sounded the alarm and drove towards the headquarters of the New York Drug Enforcement Administration.

Ding!Trigger the task [Vengeance of the wicked], task reward: 2000 wicked points]

[Task details: As a big villain, the basic principle is to retaliate if you have grudges. Destroy Madam Gao's factory and make her pay for her stupidity.

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It is said that mice are afraid of cats by nature, and Jason believes this sentence.

Since getting in the police car, he has felt uncomfortable.

When the police car drove into the Narcotics Enforcement Agency, all his hairs stood up.

The police car drove into the underground parking lot of the Narcotics Enforcement Administration, and Jason looked around vigilantly after getting off the car.

The headquarters of the New York Drug Enforcement Administration is a high-rise building covering an area of ​​more than 5,000 square meters.

As the most powerful law enforcement agency of the federal government, every corner of the building reveals its majesty and style, which makes Jason more nervous.

Stan parked the car and walked over to comfort him: "You are now a special detective of the Director of the Drug Enforcement Bureau. No one dares to move you. Relax."

Jason suddenly realized.

Yes, the director of the Narcotics Enforcement Bureau is my little brother, and the headquarters building is my back garden. What am I afraid of?

Thinking of this, the fear in Jason's heart weakened a lot.

"Well, let's go!"

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The second basement of the Narcotics Enforcement Bureau headquarters.

This was originally an underground parking lot, but it is now a temporary command post for the special operations team.

In the central area is a square conference table, and in front of it is a monitoring network composed of more than 20 computers, closely monitoring the main roads near the Hecao factory.

Twenty special police explosion-proof vehicles lined up in a long row, and on both sides of each vehicle stood five fully armed special policemen with live ammunition.

"Stan, everyone is here, just waiting for you."

Taking the elevator to the second basement floor, Stan's deputy immediately greeted him.

He looked at Jason in a special police uniform and asked, "This is?"

"John, my special police detective." Stan introduced, and then changed the subject: "Are there controls around the factory?"

"Three hours ago, it was already deployed."

"Well, is there any reaction from the factory?"

"Yes. Since the afternoon, the gangs under Mrs. Gao have been gathering at the factory, and they can't get in. The total number has now exceeded 200."

"Humph!" Stan sneered: "A group of stupid guys, thinking that it's safe if there are more people. Is there any news from the military?"

"I just received a reply. The three carrier helicopters have already taken off and arrived in the designated area in 20 minutes."

"Okay! You stay here in charge of peripheral monitoring, and I am in charge of on-site command! Let's start!"

The combat order was issued, and a hundred special police officers quickly boarded the explosion-proof vehicle, and the rumbling engine sounded and drove out of the parking lot.

Stan took Jason to the top floor by the elevator, and a police helicopter had been waiting for a long time.

After the two boarded the plane, the helicopter slowly lifted off and flew quickly to the Hell's Kitchen.

Jason was shocked when he witnessed all this.

Gangsters or something, it really is just a small fight.

In the face of the state's violence machine, no matter how brutal the gang leader is, it is nothing but fish on the chopping board.

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Manhattan, Hell's Kitchen, Hi Grass Factory.

Madam Gao sat on the luxurious sofa chair in the office, her brows furrowed, her eyes slightly closed, she didn't know what she was thinking.

Ever since he talked to Jason on the phone, there was always a feeling of fear and anxiety in his heart.

It seems that there is a pair of devil eyes from hell staring at her all the time.

In order to alleviate this sense of panic, she assembled all the armed forces in New York to the Hicao factory.

People have arrived, but the panic has not disappeared, but has become stronger.

She was thinking at this moment, from whom does this panic come from?

Gold and.

No, it won't be him.

If Jinping's Hi-Cao business wants to become bigger and stronger, it must rely on its own sources and channels.

Without her support, Jin wouldn't be able to sit on the chair of the king of the gang.

It was precisely because of this level of interest that he dared to show off his power in front of Jin He, and Jin He had to endure even if he was reborn.

Since it's not Golden Union, who else will it be, it won't be Jason.

Madam Gao was amused by her thoughts.

An extremist with well-developed limbs and simple minds, in the eyes of a superior like her, is no different from the ants on the street.

As long as Jason dares to come to the factory, there must be no return.

After thinking about it for a long time, Madam Gao couldn't think of the result, but her brain was a little painful.

Rubbing her temples, she stood up and went for a walk.

On the dense assembly line, countless Chinese workers are producing in an orderly manner.

In New York, only she can get authentic small hemp produced in Mexico. Relying on its excellent taste and quality, this factory monopolizes more than 80% of the small hemp market in New York, which can be said to be in short supply.

"Boss." A cronies with a Chinese face came over: "Why do you want to gather all your hands because of Jason? He is too late to avoid the police, so how could he come here to die."

Wen Wu is the first, Wu Wu is the second, obviously he is not convinced of Jason.

"A little bit, but not all."

The cronies doubted: "It's not because of Jason, who else do you need to worry about?"

Just as Madam Gao was about to answer, there was a huge roar of propellers above her head!

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