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Jason did as he was told, raised his hands, got out of the car, and then lay on the ground with his head in his hands.

One police officer came forward to search the car, while another was responsible for the car's trunk.

After a careful search, no suspicious or prohibited items were found.

The police officer breathed a sigh of relief and returned the driver's license to Jason, "Your car has several violations. Remember to deal with them in time next time."

"Thank you, officer." Jason took the driver's license with a smile.

"Let him go!"

The taxi started again, and the driver started complaining again.

Jason smiled and chatted with him, but he slid his hands under the seat and tried to pry it upwards.

A gap was created between the seat and the base.

A black Glock 20 pistol lay there quietly.

After leaving Manhattan, the road was smooth.

Jason got off at a shopping mall in Queens, walked a few hundred meters, and took another taxi.

This time, the driver was a black guy in his twenties.

"Hey, sir, where are you going?"

"The **** club on XX Street."

The black guy was very surprised, "Sir, that's a slum. The security there is very bad, and the streets are full of homeless people. If you need anything, I can recommend a better place."

Jason said casually, "Thank you, I have an appointment with a friend."

The black guy shook his head helplessly.

Since he had made an appointment with a friend, there was nothing he could do.

8:50.

Ten minutes before the agreed time, Jason arrived at his destination.

This **** club was very old, the neon sign on the roof was half-blind, and there was sticky vomit residue at the door.

Jason frowned at the sour odor.

Compared to the clubs he used to go to, this one was a far cry.

However, in the slums, this super-cheap club was the favorite place for the poor to hang out.

A tall and strong black security guard stood at the entrance of the club.

Seeing Jason, he took the initiative to greet him, "Hey, buddy, you wanna watch a striptease? It's only 10 dollars."

Jason nodded and pulled out some change, handing it to him.

The security guard opened the door and gestured for him to come in.

Although the club looked shabby, it covered a large area of about 600 to 700 square meters.

The outer area was the private seating area and bar counter, while the center was an oval dance floor.

A few plain-looking strippers, to the sound of dynamic music and colorful lights, twisted their bodies wantonly on the poles, showing off the beauty of their bodies.

A circle of small round stools were placed around the dance floor, filled with men seeking pleasure, waving loose change in an attempt to attract the attention of the strippers.

This club was doing very good business. There were people everywhere, and it was very noisy. You had to shout to talk.

Jason couldn't find Franklin, so he logged into Facebook and sent him a private message.

"I'm at the club, where are you?"

"The private room directly opposite the entrance."

Jason walked straight over and saw Franklin drinking alone in a remote corner.

Green sweatshirt, grey shorts, white sneakers.

With his weird outfit and old-fashioned hairstyle, he stood out even in a crowd of people.

Jason walked over, pulled out a chair, and sat down.

Franklin looked up blankly, as if asking, Who are you?

After a few seconds, he reacted and cursed, "Shit! You're really kidding me, you're not Jason at all!"

Jason didn't argue but leaned forward, unzipped his collar, and revealed a hideous and strange wound.

It was a gunshot wound, very close to the heart.

This was also the only wound he had ever exposed on Facebook.

Franklin had also forwarded this picture, saying that this was a real man's tattoo.

When he saw the wound on Jason's chest with his own eyes, the expression on his face went from confusion to thought, then surprise, and finally excitement.

"Are you really Jason? Why do you look like that?"

Jason loosened his hand and made a silencing gesture, "If there was a $13 million bounty on your head, you'd do the same."

Franklin understood.

He stood up suddenly, his expression excited and his speech incoherent.

"Oh my god!"

"I can't believe I'm actually seeing you!"

"Can I... can I take a picture with you? Oh, you can't right now."

"You know what? I was your fan when I was in junior high school."

"My classmates all liked those muscular Hollywood stars, but I knew they were all a bunch of soft sissies."

"Only those like you who have climbed up from the bottom step by step, who have killed people and been killed by others, and who have emerged from the mountains of corpses and seas of blood are real men."

Franklin was so excited he went off-topic.

"Oh my god! What am I saying! I... I just want to ask, can I join you and become your little brother?"

Jason put away his smile and looked at him seriously: "I have nothing now, no money, no guns, no people. Not only am I being hunted by Kingpin, but I'm also being put on a bounty by the government. Are you sure you really want to join?"

Franklin didn't hesitate, patting his chest, "It has always been my dream to be your little brother and fight alongside you. I'll do it even if it costs me my life."

Looking at his determined eyes, Jason nodded with satisfaction, "Okay, from today on, you are my little brother."

"YES!"

Franklin pumped his fist in excitement.

He almost hit a stripper passing by.

"Oh!"

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

He quickly apologized.

The girl waved her hand nonchalantly and asked as usual, "Would you like to see a close-fitting dance performance, handsome? It only costs $500."

The girl in front of him had dark skin and a hot body, which was very much to Franklin's liking.

But for him, who had no job and whose only source of income was stealing, $500 for a dance performance was simply a sky-high price.

Jason saw Franklin's dilemma.

He smiled and pulled out a wad of cash from his pocket, throwing it on the table, "It's boring to dance alone, call all your sisters over and serve my little brother well."

As the night deepened, more and more men and women entered the dance floor.

Jason lay relaxed in the chair, his face rosy and his eyes blurry.

The bottle of Scotch on the table was empty.

In the private room of the club, Franklin walked out, supported by two tall girls, with a satisfied smile on his face.

"Hey, boss! It's getting late. Let me take you home."

Jason stood up slowly, looked at him and smiled, "Are you sure you can drive, you wimp?"

Franklin looked very proud, "I don't have any other skills, but when it comes to driving, no one can beat me."

They left the club and headed to a nearby parking lot.

Franklin's car was a white Dodge Challenger, which he said he had bought after saving money for several years.

After getting in the car, Franklin asked, "Boss, where should I take you?"

Jason gave an address, and Franklin asked in surprise, "There are warehouses there, boss. You live in a place like this?"

"I'm now wanted by both the black and white worlds and can only live in a safe house."

"Shit!" Franklin said, "If you don't mind, come live in my house."

"Do you live alone?"

Franklin shook his head, "My parents died when I was very young, and my custody was given to my aunt Dennis. I live in her house."

It turns out he is also living under someone else's roof.

"Forget it, I'll just live in the warehouse."

Franklin shook his head vigorously, "Don't worry, my aunt is very greedy. Just give her a little money."

Franklin's home was very close to the club, only about five minutes' drive away.

This was a two-story detached building with a small garden and a garage.

Although it was far from Wesley's mansion, it was already a very good house in the slum where the streets were full of homeless people.

Driving the car into the garage, Franklin took out the key and opened the door.

The ten-square-meter small house on the left side of the entrance was his room.

Jason felt a little emotional. It seemed his aunt was quite mean.

A black lady came down from the second floor and said, "Hey! You're still here, kid who eats free meals."

As she spoke, she looked up at Jason and said, "Who is this? I should have told you not to bring your bad friends back."

Franklin was a little angry when Dennis addressed him, but Jason patted him on the shoulder, walked up to Dennis, and took out a stack of bills, about three or four thousand dollars.

"Beautiful lady, I'm Franklin's friend. I might have to bother you for a while recently. Here's the rent."

After receiving the US dollars, Dennis smiled happily as Franklin said, "I never thought this brat would have such a generous friend like you. There's an empty room next door. Let Franklin help you clean it up."

After saying that, Dennis twisted her big butt and went upstairs happily.

Franklin complained quietly, "Boss, you gave too much."