Beautiful Man

"Go to Los Angeles to buy bags and clothes for 100 million points...I remember!"

Jason turned around.

I saw Harlem wearing his shirt, leaning against the door frame, looking at him with a smile.

Jason didn't blush, and said righteously: "Buy! Buy when you go to Los Angeles!"

After speaking, he resorted to a move hungry tiger rushed over.

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After the two of them finished their morning exercises, they went downstairs and sat at the dining table to have breakfast.

Jason told them about going to Los Angeles tomorrow.

The reason why he only took Harley there was because the ranch side had to have accomplices.

Franklin blinked, showing an expression that everyone understands, and smiled: "Boss, are you going to Los Angeles for your honeymoon?"

Jason did not hide it, and said: "Half of it is a honeymoon, and the other half wants to go to Los Angeles to get some money."

Hundreds of cool super powers are in front of me, but I can't afford it and can only watch it. This feeling is really torture.

Jason's desire for money at this time exceeded any previous moment.

If you want to make money, do something first.

Franklin immediately put away his smile and asked seriously: "If you make money, is it too dangerous for the two of you? Or bring a few more brothers together. Don't worry, we will stay in the hotel if we don't have a task, and we will never disturb. Your honeymoon."

John also looked up at Jason, meaning that you should take me with you for this kind of task.

Jason understood their worries, and he waved his hand to tell them to relax.

"Don't worry, I'm not just a foolish fool. This time I go to Los Angeles to conduct step-by-step detection. If the difficulty is lower, the two of us will do it ourselves. If the difficulty is higher, I will call you in advance to notify you. ."

After listening to Jason's explanation, the two let go of their worries.

John asked: "New York is already under martial law, how do you...understand, Stanfield."

Jason nodded: "Yes, Stan has already arranged everything. We will take the Narcotics Enforcement Administration's special plane to Los Angeles tomorrow."

"I estimate that I will stay in Los Angeles for a longer time this time, so I will leave the matter here to you. I must show the Roberts and the prisoners."

Jason looked at John again: "I have read and revised the organization rules and regulations table. From now on, all actions of the organization members must be carried out in strict accordance with the rules and regulations. If someone dares to disobey the order, you have full authority. Disposal includes executing them."

"After being a killer for so many years, a few prisoners can still handle it." John believed himself.

Jason turned his head to look at Franklin again: "John is in charge of the internal affairs of the organization. You help him from the side. If you have trouble that can't be solved, you can contact me and Stan."

"Don't worry, boss!"

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The next day, the sky was gray.

Jason and Halle got up early and got dressed.

Wrap yourself tightly with a baseball cap, sunglasses and a mask.

Go downstairs and say goodbye to John and the others, and then get in the vintage car of the Roberts and his wife. The driver is naturally Franklin.

Leaving the ranch, drove more than ten kilometers of mountain road to Central Park.

Looking around, there are only a few passers-by running in the morning.

Franklin drove around and found a strong man sitting on the park bench.

"It's him." Franklin exclaimed.

That person is the one who handed him C4 explosives in the underground parking lot.

"What's the matter?" Jason asked.

Franklin pointed at the other person and said, "I know the man sitting on the bench. He is a close associate of Stan."

The three got out of the car and walked towards him.

The man raised his head, smiled at him and nodded when he saw Franklin, then set his eyes on Jason: "Mr. Walter, I am a cron of Director Norman."

"Hello there."

The man pointed his finger to a remote corner of the park: "Please follow me, the car is over there."

Jason and Halle left with the man, Franklin stayed where he was and waved goodbye: "Boss, I wish you a good time."

The three of them walked less than a few hundred meters. Jason found a hidden corner of the park. A police car with a DEA sign was parked. In the car was a 30-year-old policewoman.

The cronies took out two driver's licenses and explained: "These are all arrangements made by Stan. This is a makeup artist from the Drug Enforcement Administration, and a trustworthy person. According to the looks of the two, we have forged the certificates in advance and let her Responsible for makeup."

Jason took the certificate and saw that the person in the photo was less than 30% similar to himself.

Can such a big gap be made up by makeup?

Jason suddenly looked forward to it.

The policewoman’s makeup skills are superb, and she can paint a person in ten minutes.

Half an hour later, Jason and Halle completely changed, and they were more than 90% similar to the photo on the ID.

Jason's admiration was convinced.

The two got into the back row. The cronies drove to Midtown Manhattan, dropped the policewoman at a subway entrance, and drove to the airport.

Although it is still early in the morning, the traffic in downtown Manhattan has been reduced by more than half compared to the past.

Even the gangs wandering the streets and alleys were gone, replaced by special police and soldiers with guns and live ammunition.

On the way to the airport, Jason met a dozen checkpoints along the way.

Even though the vehicle was sprayed with the Drug Enforcement Administration's logo, the special police and military personnel in charge of the inspection stopped the vehicle and checked the people and vehicles carefully.

Last time in prison, Jason passed the security checkpoint all the way by disguising as a policeman. Apparently they learned a lesson this time.

Fortunately, Stan was well prepared and the makeup artist's skills were strong enough that Jason and Hallie had mixed up in the past without risk.

After a delay of four full hours, they finally arrived at the airport.

Without going through the security check, cronies drove the police car directly to the hangar, where a small private jet was parked.

The bosses of the Drug Enforcement Administration are busy with their work, and they often need to fly around the country. It is obviously unrealistic to take a civil aircraft to waste time.

Therefore, the state-level Narcotics Enforcement Agency will always contract a few small private jets for the exclusive use of those big bosses.

And the private plane in front of me is the special plane of New York Narcotics Enforcement Administration Director Stanfield.

The cronies got out of the car and took out a mobile phone and a credit card from their pockets.

"This is what Stan prepared for you. This credit card has a credit line of 200,000 US dollars. Don't worry about it. Stan will pay for it anyway."

Jason laughed, thinking that this man was funny.

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One good news, one bad news.

The good news is that this book has not been abandoned by the editor and has already received the next round of recommendations.

The bad news is that it has no app recommendations.

Heart hurts!

Brothers, don't you hurry to support the wave and comfort the poor street writer!