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The two got into the S2000, and Franklin was a little excited, "Boss, I found a treasure today."

Jason was a little confused, "It's just a broken Honda."

Franklin seriously corrected his prejudice, "This is the Honda S2000, the No. 1 sports car in my mind. No other."

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

Although he was talking excitedly, Jason showed little interest.

To him, a car was just a means of transportation and picking up girls.

When there was still one kilometer to the destination, Franklin drove the car into an abandoned factory and hid it, then sneaked over with his weapon.

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

A heavy truck with a container drove slowly by.

A smile appeared on Jason's face.

As the saying goes, it is better to arrive at the right time than to arrive early. This heavy truck must be used to smuggle motorcycles.

"Let's go, keep up!"

Taking advantage of the pitch-black night, the two men quickly moved towards the factory.

Among the vast tracts of abandoned factories, only one factory still had its lights on.

A dozen burly men in extravagant clothes were sitting on motorcycles, smoking and chatting.

The heavy truck turned around in the open space, reversed, and parked in front of the factory gate, lowering the ladder.

The biker gang threw away their cigarettes and started to work. They rode the high-end motorcycles hidden in the warehouse and loaded them into the container one by one.

Jason, hiding in the distance, counted and found there were 52 motorcycles in total.

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

"I Can."

Franklin stretched out his fingers and began to do arithmetic on the dusty concrete floor.

Jason was a little speechless, "Can't you just do mental arithmetic?"

"Boss, I'm not a genius."

After calculating for five or six minutes, he finally got the result, but he made mistakes in the process and had to start over twice.

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

"Are you sure?"

Jason doubted his ability to do math.

"Sure!"

"That's great. Even if it's a black car, we can still make half of the $4 million." Jason was eager to try.

After securing the motorcycles in the container and sending a biker gang member to escort the truck, the heavy truck left the factory and slowly drove onto the highway.

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

A heavy truck loaded with 52 high-end motorcycles was traveling at a speed of 100km/h on a suburban avenue.

In the distance, a Honda S2000 was following behind it.

[Ding! Triggering the mission: [Car Robbery], Mission Reward: 1000 Villain Points.]

[Task Introduction: As a villain, you must not let go of the immediate benefits. Kill the motorcycle gang and steal the motorcycles they stole with great effort.]

Franklin held the steering wheel with one hand"Boss, when do we start?"

Jason took out an M4A1 carbine from the back seat and said, "Let's do it now. There are few vehicles here. It will be troublesome when we get on the highway with many people and eyes."

He stood up slightly from his seat and put the muzzle of the gun against the windshield, and the advantage of the convertible was brought into play.

"Keep the car steady."

Franklin held the steering wheel tightly with both hands to minimize the vibration of the car body.

Jason narrowed his eyes and aimed at the rear wheel of the heavy truck.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

After three consecutive bursts of fire, the heavy truck's rear tire burst and the car began to shake violently.

There was a sharp brake sound, and the truck stopped on the right side of the road with smoke coming out of its tires.

Jason put away his gun, "Slow down and move closer slowly."

Franklin lightly stepped on the brakes, and the car slowed down.

In the truck's cockpit, two biker gang members got out with shotguns to check.

"Shit! The tire is flat."

The driver cursed, "There is a jack and a spare tire in the car, take them down and replace them quickly, don't waste time."

Everyone in the motorcycle gang is a good car driver.

With the cooperation of the two, the tire was changed in five minutes.

At this time, Franklin drove slowly towards them.

Jason stuck his head out of the car and asked, "Hey, man. Need a hand?"

"Get out! Just mind your own business." The biker gang threatened, clenching their shotguns.

Jason smiled awkwardly and shrank back.

Just as the two turned around, Jason took out a Glock 20 from the front armrest box and quickly pulled the trigger before they could react.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The bullet shattered the elbow bones of both men and got stuck in the muscles.

Their arms went limp, and the shotguns fell to the ground with a clatter.

"Fuck!"

The biker gang cursed and tried to run away.

Jason raised his hand and fired, hitting him in the back of the head.

He fell to the ground on the spot.

[Ding! Kill a biker gang member and gain 100 villain points. Current progress: 1915/4000]

Jason's shooting skills made the driver give up the idea of escaping, and he quickly knelt on the ground and begged for mercy.

"Please, don't kill me."

Jason got out of the car and asked, "Franklin, you've never seen blood, have you?"

The seeing of blood he mentioned refers to murder.

Franklin shook his head.

"As a gangster, you will never grow if you have never seen blood. I will leave this man to you."

Jason asked Franklin to take action, not only to train his courage but also to do an experiment.

Franklin looked a little strange.

Jason's expression was sarcastic, "Are you scared?"

Franklin spread his hands and said he felt wronged, "Boss, you have to at least give me a gun."

Jason pulled out a military dagger from his pocket and threw it to him, "Killing people with a gun is far less exciting than using this. Go ahead."

Franklin pulled out the dagger, and the sharp blade emitted a cold light under the reflection of the moonlight.

He silently cheered himself up in his heart, then kicked the driver to the ground and stabbed him in the back and into the heart.

"Aaaaaaah!!!"

The driver did not die on the spot and began to struggle violently.

Franklin sat down on his back, pulled out the dagger, and stabbed him in the back of his neck again.

After seven consecutive stabs, the head and body were almost separated, and blood gushed out from the back of the neck.

The driver struggled for a moment and then became motionless, leaving the asphalt road stained red with blood.

[Ding! The accomplice 'Franklin Clinton' killed a biker gang member and obtained 100 villain points. Current progress: 2015/4000]

Jason guessed correctly.

The villain points gained by the accomplices would be returned to Jason's account without any deduction.

Similarly, the reputation they gain should also be counted as his reputation.

Franklin stood up, his face splattered with blood, his breathing becoming rapid.

Jason, who was standing aside, analyzed calmly.

"The moves were too crude, just like those of a street thug. I need to remember to practice more in the future."

He said these chilling words calmly.

Time was running out, and there was no time for Franklin to catch his breath.

The two men threw the body into the grass by the roadside and continued on their way.

Franklin was driving a heavy truck in front, and Jason was driving a Honda S2000, keeping a distance of seven or eight hundred meters from him.

Jason closed the convertible and called Morgan while driving.

"Hey! Mr. 15 million dollars, how are you doing lately?"

Jason leaned back in his seat and shrugged, "Not bad, eh?"

Morgan said cheerfully, "Thanks to you, the New York underworld is in a state of panic. In order to avoid being targeted by a scourge like you, gangs of all sizes have begun to stockpile supplies."

"Pistols, rifles, heavy machine guns, grenades, landmines, bulletproof vests... sales of all weapons and protective gear have skyrocketed. My business has nearly tripled during this period."

"Congratulations then. I have a business deal I want to discuss with you."

"What business?"

"A batch of high-end motorcycles."

"Oh my God! These aren't the motorcycles that the biker gang stole."

In addition to selling weapons, Morgan also sells intelligence, and he instantly thought of the latest news.

Jason was very impressed, "As expected of a black market businessman, he is well-informed."

"Jason, you're not really going to wipe out all the New York gangs, are you?"

"I'm not interested in the New York mafia. I'm only interested in money. I'll take action against anyone who has valuables, including you."

"Oh my god! You are crazy."

Without the chain of Kingpin, Jason completely turned into a lion that broke free from the cage. He was hungry, injured, ferocious, and would eat anyone he caught.

The weather in New York may really be changing.

Morgan felt a headache. He was too old to stand the hard work and just wanted to do business in peace and stability.