Jason moved his arm to show that his injury was all right.

    "Since I took the road of gangs, it''s as common for me to get hurt and bleed as eating and drinking water. As long as I can kill the old witch, this injury is nothing at all."

    "OK, boss, I''ll arrange it right away."

    Seeing his insistence, Stan stopped talking.

    When he came to the door of the room, he turned back and said, "by the way, this house is the safety point of our anti drug Bureau. You can rest assured to live here. As long as the nigger doesn''t die, no one dares to find the head of our anti drug Bureau."

    Franklin, with a black face, put up his middle finger and said, "lucky you!.

    Stan shook his head, smiled and pushed the door out.

    "Boss, since there is action in the evening, you can take advantage of this time to have a good rest. I''ll make lunch for you."

    Franklin helped Jason into the bedroom and lay down. Then he went to the kitchen and began to make a fire to cook.

    After lunch, Jason turned off the lights and rested for tonight''s action.

    ………………

    The sun set in the West and it was dark.

    After a good sleep, Jason''s face looked much better.

    Out of the room, Stan in a police uniform was sitting on the sofa, staring at Franklin.

    When Jason came out of the room, he said hello, then pointed to the suitcase on the ground and said, "boss, I''ve brought you police combat clothes and weapons and equipment. Change your clothes and we can start."

    Jason didn''t talk nonsense. He took the suitcase directly into the bedroom and began to change his clothes.

    Two minutes later, a heavily armed "special police" came out of the room.

    Franklin''s expression was a little afraid: "hit! I know it''s the boss, but I still have a little drum in my heart. Am I allergic to this dress? "

    Stan mercilessly exposed him: "you''re not allergic, you''re counseling."

    At the door of the cheap apartment was a police car from the anti drug Bureau.

    After Jason and Stan got on the bus, they sounded the alarm and headed for the headquarters of the Drug Enforcement Bureau in New York.

    [Ding! Trigger the task [villain''s Revenge], task reward: 2000 villain points]

    [mission details: as a villain, revenge is the basic principle. Destroy Mrs. Gao''s factory and let her pay for her stupidity.]

    ……………………

    It is said that mice are afraid of cats by nature, and Jason believes it.

    Since he got into the police car, he has felt uncomfortable all over.

    When the police car drove into the anti drug Bureau, his hair stood up.

    The police car drove into the underground parking lot of the anti drug Bureau. Jason got off and looked around vigilantly.

    The headquarters of the Drug Enforcement Bureau in New York is a high-rise building covering an area of more than 5000 square meters.

    As the most powerful law enforcement agency of the federal government, all corners of the building reveal dignity and style, which makes Jason more nervous.

    Stan stopped the car, came over and comforted, "you are now a special detective of the director of the anti drug Bureau. No one dares to touch you. Relax."

    Jason suddenly realized.

    Yes, the director of the anti drug bureau is my little brother. The headquarters building is my back garden. What am I afraid of.

    Thinking through this, Jason''s fear weakened a lot.

    "Well, let''s go!"

    ……………………

    The second floor underground of the headquarters of the anti drug Bureau.

    Originally an underground parking lot, it has now been transformed into a temporary command post for the special operation team.

    There is a square conference table in the central area, and in front of it is a monitoring network composed of more than 20 computers, which is closely monitoring all the main roads near heicao factory.

    Twenty special police explosion-proof vehicles lined up in a long line. On both sides of each vehicle stood five armed special police.

    "Stan, everyone is here. I''ll wait for you."

    Take the elevator to the second floor underground, and Stan''s deputy immediately greets him.

    He looked at Jason in his SWAT uniform and asked, "who is this?"

    "John, my special detective." Stan introduced a sentence and then cut off the topic: "are there controls around the factory?"

    "Three hours ago, it was under control."

    "Well, what''s the reaction from the factory?"

    "Yes. Since the afternoon, Mrs. Gao''s gangs have been gathering in the factory, and they can''t get in or out. At present, the total number has exceeded 200. "

    "Hum!" Stan sneered, "a group of stupid guys think that more people are safe. Have you heard from the military? "

    "Just received a reply. Three carrier helicopters have taken off and arrived in the designated area in 20 minutes."

    "Good! You stay here for perimeter monitoring and I''m in charge of on-site command! Let''s go! "

    When the battle order was issued, 100 special police quickly boarded the explosion-proof vehicle, the roaring engine sounded and roared out of the parking lot.

    Stan took Jason to the top floor by elevator. A police helicopter had been waiting for a long time.

    After the two boarded the plane, the helicopter took off slowly and quickly flew to hell''s kitchen.

    Jason was shocked when he saw all this.

    Gangs or something. It''s really just a small fight.

    In front of the national violence machine, the most ferocious gang leaders are just fish on the chopping board.

    ………………

    Manhattan, hell kitchen, hi grass factory.

    Mrs. Gao sat on the luxurious sofa chair in the office, her eyebrows locked, her eyes slightly closed, and she didn''t know what she was thinking.

    There has always been a feeling of fear and uneasiness in Jason''s heart since he talked on the phone.

    It seems that a pair of devil''s eyes from hell are staring at her all the time.

    In order to alleviate this sense of panic, she gathered all the armed forces in New York to hi grass factory.

    People have arrived, but the sense of panic has not disappeared, but has become stronger and stronger.

    She was thinking, who did this sense of panic come from?

    Jin Bing.

    No, not him.

    If Jinhe''s hi grass business wants to be bigger and stronger, it must rely on its own supply and channels.

    Without her support, Kim could not sit in the chair of the king of gangs at all.

    It was precisely because of this layer of interest that he dared to show off in front of Jin He, and Jin he had to endure even if he was angry again.

    Since it''s not Kim, who else can it be? It can''t be Jason.

    Mrs. Gao was amused by her idea.

    An extremist with developed limbs and simple mind is no different from the mole ants on the street in the eyes of her superiors.

    As long as Jason dares to come to the factory, there must be no return.

    After thinking for a long time, Mrs. Gao couldn''t think of the result. On the contrary, naoren was a little swollen and painful.

    Rubbing her temples, she got up and went out for a walk.

    On the dense assembly line, countless Chinese workers are producing in an orderly manner.

    In New York, only she can get the authentic jute produced in Mexico. Relying on excellent taste and quality, this factory monopolizes more than 80% of the jute Market in New York, which can be said to be in short supply.

    "Boss." A close friend with a Chinese face came up and said, "why do you gather your men because of Jason? It''s too late for him to avoid the police. How can he come here and die? "

    Wen is no first and Wu is no second. Obviously, he is not convinced of Jason.

    "A little, but not all."

    The confidant wondered, "not because of Jason, who else do you need to worry about?"

    Mrs. Gao was just about to answer when a huge roar of propellers came over her head!

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