Chapter 22

The heavy truck loaded with 52 high-end motorcycles drove on the suburban Avenue at the speed of 100kmh.

Far away, a Honda S2000 followed it.

[Ding! Trigger task: [Car Robbery], task reward: 1000 villain points.]

[mission profile: as a villain, you must not let go of your immediate interests, kill the flying car party and steal their hard-earned motorcycles.]

Franklin held the steering wheel with one hand: "boss, when do you start?"

Jason took out the M4A1 carbine from the back seat: "do it now. There are few vehicles here. When you get on the high-speed, it's troublesome for people to have many eyes."

He rose slightly from his seat and put the muzzle of his gun on the windshield, giving full play to the advantages of the convertible.

"The car should be more stable."

Franklin clenched the steering wheel with both hands to minimize body shaking.

Jason squinted and aimed at the rear wheel of the heavy truck.

Bang bang!

After three consecutive bursts, the rear wheel of the heavy truck directly burst and the car shook violently.

Wheeze! Wheeze! Wheeze!

A screech of brakes sounded, and the truck stopped on the right side of the road with smoke from its tires.

Jason put the gun away. "Slow down and get closer."

Franklin stepped on the brake and the car slowed down.

In the cockpit of the truck, two flying car parties got off with shotguns.

“shit！ A flat tire. "

The driver scolded: "there are jacks and spare tires in the car. Take them down and replace them quickly. Don't waste time."

Everyone in the flying car party is good at playing with cars.

With their cooperation, they changed the tire in five minutes.

At this time, Franklin drove slowly.

Jason put his head out of the car and asked, "Hi, man. Can I help you? "

"Fuck off! Just take care of yourself. " The flying car party gripped the shotgun and threatened.

Jason smiled and drew back.

Just as they looked back, Jason took out a Glock 20 from the front armrest box and quickly pulled the trigger without waiting for them to react.

Bang bang!

The bullet broke the bones of their elbows and got stuck in their muscles.

Their arms softened and their shotguns fell to the ground with a slap.

“fack！”

The flying car party scolded and tried to run.

Jason raised his hand and shot him steadily in the back of the head.

Jump into the street on the spot.

[Ding! Kill a flying car party and gain 100 villain points. Current progress: 19154000]

Jason's shooting made the driver stop thinking of running away and quickly kneel on the ground to beg for mercy.

"Please, don't kill me."

Jason got out of the car and asked, "Franklin, you shouldn't have seen blood."

Seeing blood in his mouth means killing.

Franklin shook his head.

"As a gangster, you can never grow up without seeing blood. I'll leave this person to you."

Jason asked Franklin to do it. In addition to exercising his courage, he also wanted to do an experiment.

Franklin looked a little strange.

Jason said sarcastically, "scared?"

Franklin spread out his hands and said he was wronged: "boss, you must at least give me a gun."

Jason took out a military dagger from his pocket and threw it to him: "killing with a gun is far better than stimulating with this. Do it."

Franklin pulled out the dagger, and the sharp blade radiated cold light under the reflection of the moonlight.

He cheered silently in his heart, then kicked the driver to the ground, stabbed him in the back and stabbed him in the heart.

"Uh huh!!!"

The driver didn't die on the spot and began to struggle violently.

Franklin sat down on his back, pulled out the dagger and plunged it into the back of his neck again.

After stabbing seven times in a row, the head and body were about to separate, and the blood came out of the back neck.

The driver struggled for a moment and there was no movement, and the asphalt pavement was red with blood.

[Ding! Fellow party 'Franklin Clinton' killed a flying car party and gained 100 villain points. Current progress: 20154000]

Jason was right.

The villain value obtained by the accomplice will be returned to Jason's account.

In the same way, the prestige they gained should also be counted as his reputation.

Franklin stood up, splashed blood on his face, and his breathing became rapid.

Jason, standing aside, calmly analyzed.

"The action is too rough. It's the same as a street gangster. Remember to practice more in the future."

He calmly uttered creepy words.

Time was too tight to give Franklin a chance to breathe.

They threw the body into the grass beside the road and set off again.

Franklin drove the heavy truck ahead, and Jason drove the Honda S2000 to keep a distance of seven or eight hundred meters from him.

With the convertible closed, Jason called Morgan as he drove.

"Hey! $15 million, sir. How have you been lately? "

Jason leaned back on his seat and shrugged. "Isn't it good, and you?"

Morgan said happily, "thanks to you, people in the underground world of New York are terrified. In order not to be found by your disaster star, gangs and gangs began to hoard supplies. "

"The sales of pistols, rifles, heavy machine guns, grenades, mines, bulletproof vests... All weapons and protective equipment have soared. My business has nearly tripled during this period."

"Congratulations. I have a business I want to talk to you about. "

"What business?"

"A batch of high-end motorcycles."

"God! It can't be the motorcycles stolen by the flying car party. "

In addition to selling weapons, Morgan also sold intelligence. He suddenly thought of a recent news.

Jason admired: "it's worthy of being a black market businessman. The news is really well informed."

"Jason, you don't really want to clean up all the New York gangs."

"I'm not interested in New York gangs. I'm only interested in money. Whoever has valuable goods in his hand, I'll sell to whoever, including you. "

"I bought it! You're crazy. "

Without the chain of gold, Jason has completely become a lion out of his cage, hungry, wounded, ferocious, who catches who eats who.

The weather in New York may really change.

Morgan felt a headache. He was too old to stand the toss. He just wanted to do business safely.

"Talk? Do you want this shipment? Don't let me go to someone else. "

"Yes! Of course! Just like you said, don't be hard on money if you can't get along with anyone. "

"That's good. 52 high-end motorcycles are valued at $5 million. You can make a price."

Jason's face didn't change. He was asking sky high prices.

"Ha ha..."

Morgan's voice was full of cunning: "Jason, you hit me on the head. According to my information, the total price of those motorcycles is definitely no more than 4 million. "

Jason pretended not to know: "well, it seems that my appraiser is not professional. Even if you are 4 million, you have been an old friend for so many years."

Morgan didn't bother about it.

In business, it's just asking exorbitant prices and sitting down to pay back the money.

"One million!"

“whatfuck！”

Jason felt a surge of anger.

"It's a rule in the industry to cut the black car in half. You old man think I'm a rookie? I still think Jason wants to kill me! "

Morgan explained leisurely: "the rule is to cut half, but this is the car of the flying car party."

"If I accept these cars, I will be the enemy of the flying car party."

"If someone finds out something, I'll be in trouble."