Jason didn''t sound like a joke, and Wesley got nervous.

    "What do you want? I''ll warn you first. I won''t disclose any information about Jinhe to you. You can deal with the video and recording as you like! "

    "Oh, I really admire Jinhe. He has such a loyal man as you. But don''t worry, I don''t want to fight against Jin yet. What I need is information about the flying car party. "

    "Flying car party?"

    Wesley was confused by him and asked suspiciously, "you don''t seem to have a grudge with the flying car party."

    "No, but I need money now. It''s said that the flying car party made a large number of high-end motorcycles some time ago and wanted to smuggle them to South American countries. "

    "Yes, are you interested in these motorcycles?"

    "Well, I''m only interested in money."

    "Even if I know the news, why do you think I will reveal it to you?"

    "Jinhe''s ideal is to purify hell''s kitchen and New York. Those flying car gangs are the goal he wants to purify. Sooner or later, there will be a war between you and the flying car party. If you disclose information to me, you are helping Jin He. "

    "No! This is a special time. The gangs in New York must unite against you! "

    "Don''t talk nonsense! Exchange the information of the flying car party for your black material. This is my bottom line, otherwise you will spend the rest of your life in prison! "

    With that, Jason hung up directly.

    Wesley is a smart man. He will make the right choice.

    …………

    Back to the restaurant to eat breakfast, Jason received a text message from Wesley.

    The content is an address and a sentence.

    "Jason! The address has been sent to you. I hope you keep your word! This is the last time I''ll help you. The next meeting will be your death! "

    Jason sneered with disdain.

    Yes, the next meeting will be your death!

    Wesley''s address was strange. Jason handed Franklin his cell phone and asked him if he knew.

    "This address is north of the Bronx, where there is an abandoned factory."

    Abandoned factories?

    It''s a good place to hide stolen goods.

    "Boss, what''s this address?"

    "It is said that there are a large number of stolen high-end motorcycles in the stronghold of the flying car party in New York. We have work to do."

    Having work equals having money.

    Franklin got excited when he came to London.

    He''s had enough of Dennis, enough of this kind of life under others.

    He wants to make money. He wants to move out and live in a big house.

    "Boss, what do you need me to prepare?"

    Jason said, "well... The gun is in my safe room. I need another car. I can''t use your car. The police will find it.

    "Well, stealing a car is a little fun for me."

    "In addition, we should pay attention to disguise our identity. My reward on the black market has risen again. If I show my feet a little, I will be targeted by countless gangs and killers."

    "How much has it gone up?"

    Franklin was very concerned about the reward.

    "All the gangs in New York United to offer me a reward, a total of $15 million."

    “what！”

    Franklin was frightened by the astronomical figure: "boss, do you have so many enemies in the underground world?"

    Jason explained: "I''m an old gangster. I''ve witnessed and participated in the development of gangs in New York for more than ten years. I know all the top gangs in New York, large and small. I know all the bad things they have done."

    "If I was caught by the police and told the news, it would be a magnitude 10 earthquake for the underground forces in New York. More than 100000 gangsters in New York have to die, so in order to survive, they must kill me in front of the police. "

    Franklin''s expression was very dignified.

    It involves the life and death of more than 100000 people. No wonder those gangsters are crazy.

    "OK, boss, I''ll pay attention."

    "Let''s act separately. You find the car. I''ll drive your car to get the gun. The meeting place is in the parking lot three kilometers away."

    ………………

    Jason drove to the safe house in queens to get the gun, and then went to the agreed parking lot to wait.

    It was getting dark. A Honda S2000 convertible drove into the parking lot and Franklin came out of the car.

    Jason got out of the car and asked, "no accident."

    Franklin shook his head.

    "Then get ready to act!"

    Jason took the gun out of the car and asked, "can you shoot?"

    Franklin said shyly, "I can shoot, but I can''t shoot."

    Good shooting is fed by bullets. Poor people like him don''t have much money to spend on practicing guns.

    Jason doesn''t care. The purpose of their trip is to steal cars, not kill people.

    If all goes well, there should be no need to use a gun.

    Even if you need a gun, he''s enough. Franklin just needs to drive the car.

    When they sat in S2000, Franklin was a little excited: "boss, I found treasure today."

    Jason didn''t understand: "it''s just a broken Honda."

    Franklin seriously corrected his prejudice: "this is the Honda S2000, the No.1 sports car in my mind, not one of them."

    On his way to the Bronx, Franklin described in detail how good the car was.

    Although his spittle flew, Jason was lack of interest.

    For him, the car is just a tool for walking and flirting with his sister.

    When he was one kilometer away from his destination, Franklin drove his car into the abandoned factory to hide it, then took his weapons and quietly touched it.

    At this time, a roaring engine came from behind.

    A heavy truck with containers passed slowly.

    Jason smiled on his face.

    The so-called coincidence is better than early. This heavy truck must be used to smuggle motorcycles.

    "Go, keep up!"

    Through the dark night, the two quickly approached the factory.

    Among the large tracts of abandoned factories, only one factory is still on.

    More than a dozen strong men with strong bodies and flashy clothes are sitting on motorcycles smoking and chatting.

    The heavy truck turned around in the open space, backed up and stopped at the factory gate and put down the car ladder.

    The flying car party threw away their cigarettes and began to work. They rode high-end motorcycles hidden in the warehouse and loaded them into containers one by one.

    Jason, hiding in the distance, counted 52 motorcycles.

    "Franklin, you know cars. Can you calculate the total value of these motorcycles?"

    "Yes."

    Franklin stretched out his finger and began to work on the dusty concrete floor.

    Jason was speechless. "Can''t you do it orally?"

    "Boss, I''m not Chinese."

    After five or six minutes of calculation, he finally worked out the result. He made a mistake and repeated it twice.

    "52 motorcycles, with a total value of nearly $4 million!"

    "Are you sure?"

    Jason doubted his arithmetic ability.

    "OK!"

    "That''s great. Even if it''s a black car, we can make half of it." Jason is a little eager to try.

    Fixed the motorcycle loaded into the container, sent a flying car party to escort the car, and the heavy truck left the factory and drove slowly into the avenue.

    Jason and Franklin returned to the car early. When the heavy truck was about to leave sight, they started the car and followed it far away.

    ……………………………………

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