Marvel’s Big Villain

Jason's tone didn't sound like he was joking, and Wesley tensed up.

"What do you want to do? Let me warn you first, I will not reveal any news about Jin Bin to you, and you can deal with the video and recording as you like!"

"Heh, I really envy Jin Bin, who has such a loyal subordinate like you. But don't worry, I don't want to take action against Jin Bin yet, what I need is information about the Speeding Gang."

"The speeding party?"

Wesley was confused by him, and asked suspiciously: "You don't seem to have any grievances with the speeding gang."

"No, but I need money now. I heard that the Speeding Party bought a large number of high-end motorcycles a while ago and wanted to smuggle them to South American countries for sale."

"Yes, are you interested in this batch of motorcycles?"

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

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

"Jin Bin's ideal is to purify Hell's Kitchen and New York. Those biker gangs are the targets he wants to purify. You and the biker gangs will have a fight sooner or later. If you reveal the information to me, you are helping Jin Bin."

"No! This is a special period, and the gangs in New York must unite against you!"

"Don't talk nonsense! Exchange the information of the Speeding Gang for your black material, this is my bottom line, or you will spend the rest of your life in prison!"

After speaking, Jason hung up the phone directly.

Wesley is a smart guy and he makes the right choices.

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After returning to the restaurant for breakfast, Jason did receive a text message from Wesley.

The content is an address and a sentence.

"Jason! I sent you the address, I hope you keep your word! This is the last time I will help you, and the next time we meet is your death day!"

Jason sneered disdainfully.

Yes, the next time we meet is the date of your death!

The address Wesley sent was very unfamiliar, Jason handed Franklin the phone and asked him if he knew.

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

Abandoned factory?

It's a good place to stash stolen goods.

"Boss, what is this address?"

"The stronghold of the New York Speeding Party. It is said that there are a large number of stolen high-end motorcycles. We have work to do."

Having a job equals having money.

Franklin suddenly became excited.

He was fed up with Dennis, fed up with this kind of dependent life.

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

"Boss, what do I need to prepare?"

Jason said: "Well...the gun is in my safe house, and I need a car, I can't use your car, it will be checked by the police.

"Well, stealing a car means nothing to me."

"The other thing is to pay attention to disguising your identity. My reward in the black market has increased again. If you show your feet a little bit, you will be targeted by countless gangsters and killers."

"How much has it increased?"

Franklin cared about the bounty.

"All gangs in New York jointly offered me a reward of 15 million dollars."

"what!"

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

Jason explained: "I am an old gangster. I have witnessed and participated in the development of gangs in New York for more than ten years. I know all the high-level gangs in New York, and I know all the bad things they have done."

"If I was caught by the police and I confessed what I knew, it would be a magnitude 10 earthquake for the underground forces in New York. The hundreds of thousands of gangsters in New York would all be finished, so in order to survive, they had to fight against the police. Kill me up front."

Franklin's expression was extremely serious.

The lives and deaths of hundreds of thousands of people were involved, no wonder those gangsters seemed crazy.

"Okay boss, I will pay attention."

"Let's split up. You go to find your car, and I'll drive your car to get the gun. The meeting place is at the parking lot 3 kilometers away."

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

As it was getting dark, a Honda S2000 roadster pulled into the parking lot, and Franklin stepped out of the car.

Jason got out of the car and asked, "Is there any accident?"

Franklin shook his head.

"Then get ready to act!"

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

Franklin said embarrassedly: "I can shoot, but I can't shoot accurately."

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

Jason didn't care. The purpose of their trip was to steal a car, not kill someone.

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

Even if the gun needs to be fired, he is enough, Franklin just needs to drive the car.

When the two got into the S2000, Franklin felt a little excited: "Boss, I found a treasure today."

Jason was a little puzzled: "Isn't it just a broken Honda?"

Franklin seriously corrected his prejudice: "This is the Honda S2000, the No.1 sports car in my mind, none of them."

On the way to the Bronx, Franklin detailed how awesome the car was.

Although he was spitting all over the place, Jason lacked interest.

For him, the car is just a tool for transportation and seduction.

When there was still one kilometer away from the destination, Franklin drove the car into the abandoned factory and hid it, then took a weapon and touched it quietly.

At this time, the sound of a roaring engine came from behind.

A heavy truck with a container slowly drove past.

A smile appeared on Jason's face.

The so-called early arrival is worse than coincidence, this heavy truck must be used to smuggle motorcycles.

"Go, keep up!"

Taking advantage of the dark night, the two quickly moved towards the factory.

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

More than a dozen burly and exaggeratedly dressed brawny men were sitting on motorcycles, smoking and chatting.

The heavy truck turned around in the open space, backed up and stopped at the gate of the factory, and lowered the ladder.

The speeding gang threw away the cigarettes in their hands and started working. They rode high-end motorcycles hidden in the warehouse, and loaded them into containers one by one.

Jason, who was hiding in the distance, counted a total of 52 motorcycles.

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

"Can."

Franklin stretched out his finger, doing arithmetic problems on the dusty concrete floor.

Jason was a little speechless: "Can't you do oral calculations?"

"Boss, I'm not Chinese."

After five or six minutes of calculation, he finally figured out the result, and made a mistake twice in the middle.

"52 motorcycles, the total value is close to 4 million US dollars!"

"you sure?"

Jason expressed doubts about his arithmetic ability.

"Sure!"

"That would be great. Even if the $4 million is a black car, we can earn half of it." Jason was eager to try.

After fixing the motorcycle in the container, a speeder was sent to escort the motorcycle, and the heavy truck left the factory and drove slowly onto the road.

Jason and Franklin returned to the car early, and when the heavy truck was about to leave their sight, they started the car and followed from a distance.

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