Chapter 7

[Ding! Smash an egg of Anatole and gain 100 villain points. Current progress: 13502000]

Eggs?

Jason couldn't help laughing.

"Congratulations, Vladimir, your brother has become a great lone testicle soldier!"

"Jason, stop!"

"I... I can compensate you, your house and all your losses. Please don't hurt Anatole."

Jason remained unmoved: "sorry, my loss can only be compensated with the lives of your brothers."

“FUCKYOU！”

Jason shook his head helplessly and thought that Lao Mei's dirty words were really barren. Just these two sentences over and over again. Can you have something fresh.

"Hey! Did you hear your brother wailing? Don't hurry to save him. "

Bang!

A bullet hit Anatole in the thigh and screamed again.

Jason has made great progress in shooting. This shot only hurt his muscles, not his arteries.

Anatole's scream made Vladimir sit uneasy.

He finally couldn't help but order a hand to go down and save Anatole.

Walking out of the safe passage at this time is no different from suicide.

The Mafia who was chosen was a hundred unwilling.

But Vladimir clenched his pistol and stared at him fiercely. As long as he dared to say no, his head would be pierced by bullets.

With a sigh, the man slipped out of the safe passage and crawled forward close to the ground.

He climbed carefully to Anatole's side, stretched out his hand, took his feet and pulled back.

On the white ground, a long and wide bright red blood was dragged out.

Jason looked at him coldly. The M4A1 in his hand had been aimed at him, but he didn't shoot in a hurry.

When Anatole was only two or three meters from the exit.

Bang!

A hot bullet penetrated the man's head.

[Ding! Kill a Mafia and gain 100 villain points. Current progress: 14502000]

“shit！”

Vladimir was so angry that he smashed his fist on the ground.

"Boss, this is Jason's trap. He wants to lead you out. Don't be impulsive."

The rest of the Mafia quickly advised.

The second brother of the gang has been abolished. If anything happens to the boss, their uprooted Mafia will really be dissolved.

Of course Vladimir knew it was Jason's trick.

Reason told him to be calm and not to be fooled.

But when he saw Anatole lying on the ground dying.

His heart twitched and his feet tried to go out as if they were disobedient.

Lying outside, but his own brother.

When several people were deadlocked, the roar of a police car came from a distance.

Ten minutes have passed since the explosion of the apartment. These NYPD can really fish.

The sound of the police car sobered Vladimir completely.

"Boss, the police are coming. Let's go."

Vladimir nodded.

With tears in his red eyes, he gave Anatole a reluctant look and turned away.

Jason!

I wrote it down.

Even if you fight this life, I'll let you die!

…………

Jason also heard the siren.

He had a bad heart and quickly shot Anatole.

"Vladimir, are you going to abandon your brother and run away alone?"

Even fired a few shots, there was no response in the safe passage.

Vladimir ran away and his fishing plan went bankrupt.

With a sigh of pity, Jason shot Anatole in the head and left quickly.

[Ding! Kill Anatole (plot character) and gain 500 villain points. Current progress: 19502000]

Jason quickly walked into a Nike store, changed into the new black sportswear and shoes of the season, conveniently took a large backpack, stuffed guns and ammunition into the backpack, finally put on a baseball cap and left the mall from a hidden employee channel.

[Ding! Steal other people's property and gain 10 villain points. The current progress is 19602000]

…………

When I opened the door, it was as dark as ink, and the siren sounded louder and louder.

Jason pulled down his hat and hurried into the alley, hiding in the dark.

There are too many pedestrians and vehicles on the main road, and there is monitoring. Jason can only walk in the dirty and humid alley.

But alleys also have their disadvantages.

"Hey, friend, what's in your bulging black bag?"

Three young men of sixteen or seventeen appeared in front of Jason.

His hair was dyed in all colors, his metal pendant jingled, his mouth was chewing gum and his hand was holding a dagger.

Jason lowered his head and put his backpack on the ground. "There are many good things. Do you want to see them?"

"Of course! Take it out. "

One of them threatened with a sharp knife.

"Take it easy, I'm taking it."

Jason said, taking a shotgun from his bag.

Group of three:???

"Benelli M4 super 90 shotgun, semi-automatic design, can launch shotguns of various calibres. One shot can open a big hole in your chest, with low recoil and low sound. Well, it's a good thing. "

“oh，shit！”

The three people screamed and ran away.

Looking at their fleeing backs, Jason suddenly remembered his childhood.

At that time, like them, they hid in dirty and smelly alleys and robbed passers-by.

The difference is that Jason didn't take a dagger, but a loaded 9mm pistol.

It's been more than ten years.

Oh, how time flies.

Standing in place, Jason stuffed his shotgun back into his backpack, walked three blocks and left the alley.

After changing three taxis all the way, Jason finally reached his destination.

A rental warehouse on the Hudson River west of Manhattan.

This self storage and self retrieval warehouse is cheap and convenient, and is very popular with Americans.

A remote place can rent a 20 square meter warehouse for only $80 a month.

And as long as you pay on time, no matter what you put in, no one will check you.

So Jason rented a 100 square meter warehouse as his safe house.

The location of the safe house was never mentioned to anyone, even Kim and Jason's confidants did not know.

Take out the key and open the rolling gate of the warehouse.

What came into view was a pile of broken furniture.

TV, sofa, dining table, chair, convenience food, drinking water

At first glance, it is no different from most warehouses.

Close the shutter and take out the flashlight from the drawer of the table.

Remove the piled furniture and turn out a dusty suitcase.

There are some clothes, guns, ammunition, driver's license, passport, portable medical box, mobile phone, 20000 US dollars in cash

People can't help themselves in the Jianghu. Jason has seven safe houses like this.

Open the medical box and take off the blood stained coat.

Jason sat on the sofa, drugging himself, disinfecting, stitching and changing gauze.

He is even more skilled than the nurses in many hospitals.