Chapter 11

Wesley was stunned by the mess in front of him.

For a long time, he murmured, "what... Fack!"

"Wesley, I'm sorry."

Annie knelt on the bed, covered her mouth and nose and wept bitterly: "I was wrong. I swear this is the last time. There will never be another time. Please forgive me."

Wesley looked at Anne with a strange look in his eyes, as if he were getting to know his wife again.

Gradually, there was a little more emotion in his eyes.

There is confusion, doubt, anger and killing intention!

Wesley clenched his fist expressionless and said slowly, "Jason, there's your favorite 20-year-old scotch on the bar downstairs. Go and try it. You won't be disappointed."

His words had no emotion, just like the calm before the storm.

“OK！”

Jason nodded and went downstairs with a gun.

There are dozens of bottles of good wine on the bar next to the restaurant, and the price of each bottle is no less than $1000.

Jason turned on the Yellow incandescent light at the bar and looked for his favorite Scotch whisky.

"Whisky, whisky... Found it!"

Take out the bottle opener and open the wine bottle. Anne's scream came upstairs.

Jason made a slight pause, and then continued to work on his own affairs, unaffected by the sound.

Wesley hasn't killed anyone for years. Isn't it strange.

Take out the whisky glass and take out some ice from the fridge. Jason sits on the rotating chair on the bar counter and leisurely tastes this 20-year-old Scotch whisky.

Annie's scream lasted for a long time and finally stopped. Wesley walked down the stairs slowly as if he had lost his soul. His body was a little stiff and sat on the rotating seat.

"It tastes really good. Try it, too."

Jason took out an empty glass, poured a quarter of whisky and handed it over.

Wesley rudely grabbed the bottle, filled the glass, and drank it with his head up.

Bang~

The glass hit the bar.

Wesley squeezed his glass hard, hung his head, closed his eyes, and breathed very fast.

Jason didn't speak. Outsiders can't help him with this kind of thing. He can only survive by himself.

Fill Wesley's glass again. Jason plays with the glass and drinks himself.

Half an hour later, they drank up a bottle of whisky.

At this time, Wesley finally slowed down and said, "Jason, I'm sorry to let you see this scandal."

Jason shook his head slightly and said with a smile, "don't apologize. I'm enjoying it anyway."

“FUCKYOU！”

Wesley showed an ugly smile: "if you die one day, I'll find someone to cut off your beep and sew it on your smelly mouth."

"It's too wasteful. If it were me, I would cut it off and make wine." Jason laughed.

“shit！ This guy is disgusting. " Wesley's mood suddenly relaxed a lot.

They clinked their glasses and drank the last sip of whisky.

Putting down his glass, Wesley's expression became serious: "what did you bastard do? I was so angry when I saw Kim for the first time."

"A little thing."

"What little thing?"

Jason looked down at the glass and said faintly, "I'm sleeping, Vanessa."

Wesley is stupid.

“what？ This is also called a small thing? God, I told you that your beep will kill you. "

Jason waved impatiently, "don't worry about it. I just came today to ask, how did Kim find out about me and Vanessa?"

Wesley shook his head. "Kim didn't tell me anything, not even about Vanessa. He just told me that you betrayed the gang and asked me to inform the gangs all over New York to offer you a reward."

Jason smiled faintly. He had long been prepared for being offered a reward. Otherwise, he wouldn't change his mobile phone or even change clothes when he went out.

"What price?"

"One million dollars dead, three million dollars alive!"

"Ho! Big pen. " Jason smiled, "can I turn myself in?"

"I'm very welcome."

Wesley stood up, tidied up his suit and went upstairs: "I have a mess to deal with. You can go. Just pretend I haven't seen you tonight."

"Wesley!"

Jason smiled, put down his glass, took out the Glock pistol hidden in his clothes and aimed it at him.

"You can't go without giving me an answer, or you can try to kill me with your Beretta 92."

Wesley's expression was a little surprised. The hand that touched the gun stopped immediately.

Under the dim light, the two men stood and sat, looking at each other, holding a pistol in their hands.

After a few seconds of stalemate, Wesley gave up.

He let go and said angrily, "Jason, I said, I don't know anything. Kim didn't tell me the truth."

Jason said with a disdainful smile: "you and I are good friends and colleagues for many years. We know each other far better than ourselves. Do you still need to lie in front of me?"

Wesley had a dark face and didn't speak.

"Well, let me be clear. Kim loves feathers and hates the Vladimir brothers, so he will never call him in person. "

"Then the question comes. Whose instructions did Vladimir receive to accurately find my house?"

Wesley's expression finally changed when he finished speaking.

He sighed, "I'm sorry, Jason, I..."

"Don't apologize. I know you're just following Kim's orders."

"Thank you." Wesley then said, "when Kim called me yesterday, I knew you slept with Vanessa. God, I was going crazy. You bastard are really not afraid of death."

"I'm flattered." Jason smiled.

"I didn't praise you." Wesley frowned and roared with some excitement.

"Because of your damn beep, the settled hell kitchen and even the underground forces in New York are completely chaotic. Do you know how many people will die for it!"

Jason shook his head contemptuously and thought that Wesley really deserved to be Jinhe's lover and perfectly inherited Jinhe's thought.

From the very beginning of forming a gang, Kim set himself a small goal.

The gangs that rule all over New York restrict their men through strict control, so as to create a perfect city without killing, robbery and violent crime.

Kim once told Jason his ideal. Jason agreed with him with a smile on the surface and disdained it behind his back.

Jason stared into Wesley's eyes and said seriously, "Wesley, do you really believe Kim's words? That's ridiculous! "

"Evil is evil, and good is good. Don't always put gold on your face. As long as we scum are still alive one day, New York will never settle down."

Wesley objected: "the crime rate in the hell kitchen under Kim's rule is lower than ever before. Doesn't that explain the problem?"