Chapter 27

Mrs. Gao hung up the phone with an angry face.

A hairy boy in his twenties dares to talk to her like that.

Kim sat opposite and looked at her with a smile. He felt that every cell in his body was comfortable.

You old witch also had a flat day. Jason really did a great thing.

A moment later, Mrs. Gao's face returned to calm and stood up to leave: "Jinhe, Jason will be handed over to you. Be sure to hurry!"

"Don't worry." Kim took her to the door and smiled.

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When Franklin came home with a box of wine, Jason had just washed the blood and came out of the bathroom. He was dressing his arm.

Looking at the blood splashed all over the living room and the headless body lying on the ground, Franklin opened his mouth in surprise.

"I buy GA!!! What happened in the few minutes I left? "

Jason looked pale, pointed to the headless body on the ground and said, "my whereabouts have been found. This is the killer they sent."

Although there was no on-site observation, the scars on Jason and the tragedy in the living room made Franklin understand that there must have been a tragic life and death struggle here just now.

Franklin calmed down and asked, "what about this body? Are you going to dig a hole and bury it? "

Jason was just about to answer when the mobile phone on the desk suddenly shook.

"Jason, your address has been found by the police. The New York special police will arrive in ten minutes. You want to hurry to this address alive."

Franklin came up: "boss, whose text message is this?"

Jason smiled and handed him his cell phone.

After reading it, Franklin asked suspiciously, "is this news reliable?"

Jason nodded slightly: "the hiding place was found as early as I expected, but I didn't expect it to be so fast. It seems that we can't underestimate the power of the police."

"Then... What about this address?"

That's what Franklin didn't understand.

Jason is a lonely man. His former friends and brothers died and betrayed. How could anyone warn him at the critical moment.

This is most likely a trap set by a certain force.

Jason patted him on the shoulder: "don't think too much. The address is no problem. Pack up and leave quickly."

Five minutes later, they left the back door with big and small bags on their backs and rode their motorcycles to the address on the text message.

Soon after they left, three armed helicopters appeared in the cloudless sky, and more than a dozen explosion-proof vehicles loaded with special police drove rapidly to surround Franklin's home.

The police broke open the door and there was only a headless body in the house.

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The address on the message was a cheap apartment less than five kilometers away from Franklin's house without an elevator.

The apartment building is seven floors high, each floor has eight rooms, and the area of each room is less than 100 square meters.

Most of the people who live here are ordinary families with jobs but low working income.

They put on baseball caps, masks to cover their faces, carried their luggage and walked to room 503 on the fifth floor.

The door of the room was not closed, leaving a crack, from which came the sound of piano music.

Jason and Franklin are both rude people. They can only hear the sound of the piano, but they don't know which song it is and who the author is.

They looked at each other, took out pistols, loaded them, and slowly pushed the door open.

The piano music is louder and louder, and the rhythm is more and more urgent. It seems to have reached a climax.

In the living room, a man in a white suit turned his back to them and waved his hands up and down like the conductor of a symphony orchestra.

Franklin was full of question marks, but Jason had such an expression.

After the climax, the tune became flat. The man put down his arm and turned slowly.

Middle aged white man with brown hair and beard residue on his chin.

I don't know whether the room is too hot or the beat is too tired. A few strands of hair are stuck on my forehead by sweat.

He smiled at the two people in front of him, then looked at Jason: "do you like Beethoven?"

Jason shook his head.

Who is Beethoven? Where?

The man showed a disappointed expression: "you don't like Beethoven. You don't know what you missed. His Overture always makes my blood boil, but once the overture is over, seriously, it begins to become boring! So I won't listen! "

Confused by his neurotic speech, Franklin couldn't help asking, "Hey, man, who are you? Why help us? "

The man ignored him directly, took out an iron box from his pocket and shook it in his ear.

There were several capsules in the iron box. He took out one and threw it into his mouth. Then he held his waist and leaned back.

The man's face became flushed and his body trembled slightly.

"Er... Er... Er..."

After a high moan, the room was calm.

Franklin was stunned.

Is this a fool?

Hi grass in front of outsiders and put on an orgasmic face.

Hey, after the grass, the man's mood is a little unstable.

He went up to Jason, sniffed the tip of his pen and said, "you know, I've liked you for a long time."

"Your criminal tactics are full of violent aesthetics. Those fallen bodies are like works of art carved by yourself."

"There's still a smell of blood on you. Can you tell me how that unlucky guy died?"

His eyes were sincere and inquisitive.

Jason calmly replied, "grab his feet, spin at high speed, and then hit his head against the wall."

"Boom!"

The man imitated the sound of the explosion and laughed, "that's why I like you. You're a criminal genius!"

The laughter gradually subsided. He calmed down, took out his certificate and said, "introduce yourself. My name is Norman Stanfield. People who know me call me Stan. I am now the director of the Drug Enforcement Bureau of New York!"

"I buy GA!"

Franklin was stunned and didn't know what to say.

Director of the New York narcotics bureau?

This psycho was still in front of them just now. Hey, grass!

Can this scum get into the DEA?

It's the director!

His poor three views broke to pieces in an instant.

Taking advantage of normal communication, Franklin quickly asked, "why did you save us?"

Stan stood up and said, "the reason is very simple. I'm a fanatic admirer of Jason. I want to join in and complete earth shaking crimes with him."

"This reason is ridiculous."

Franklin forgot that he joined Jason for the same reason.

"So, for the sake of saving you, can I join you?" Stan asked sincerely.

Jason smiled and opened his arms. "Welcome to join us!"

[Ding! Villain's accomplice recruitment succeeded.]

[accomplice: Norman Steinfeld]

[source: the killer is not too cold]

[abilities: Music proficiency (Level 2), driving proficiency (Level 3), firearms proficiency (Level 4), special operations (Level 3)]