Chapter 29: Chapter 29: A loud bang in the sky!
Jason moved his arm, indicating that his injury was okay.
"Since I started the road of gangsters, being injured and bleeding is as common to me as eating and drinking. As long as I can kill that old witch, this injury is nothing at all."
"Okay boss, I'll make arrangements immediately when I go back."
Seeing him so persistent, Stan stopped talking too much.
When he walked to the door of the room, he turned his head and said, "By the way, this house is the safety point of our Drug Enforcement Bureau, you can live here with confidence, as long as this idiot doesn't commit suicide, no one will dare to find out about our drug enforcement."
Franklin's face darkened, he raised his middle finger and said, "FUCKYOU!
Stan shook his head and smiled, pushed open the door and walked out.
"Boss, since there is action at night, you can take advantage of this time to have a good rest. I'll go and make lunch for you."
Franklin helped Jason into the bedroom to lie down, then walked to the kitchen and started cooking on the fire.
After lunch, Jason turned off the lights and rested to recharge for tonight's action.
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The sun set , and the sky is dark.
Jason slept well and his complexion really improved a lot.
Walking out of the room, Stan in a police uniform was sitting on the sofa, staring at Franklin.
Seeing Jason coming out of the room, he said hello, then pointed to the suitcase on the ground and said, "Boss, I have brought you police combat uniforms and weapons. Put on your clothes and we can go."
Jason didn't talk nonsense, just took the suitcase into the bedroom and started changing clothes.
Two minutes later, a heavily armed 'SWAT' came out of the room.
Franklin's expression was a little frightened: "shit! I know it's the boss, but I still feel a little drummed in my heart. Am I allergic to this dress?"
Stan exposed him mercilessly: "You are not allergic, you are cowardly."
A DEA police car was parked in front of the cheap apartment.
After Jason and Stan got into the car, they sounded the alarm and drove towards the New York Drug Enforcement Administration headquarters.
[Ding! Trigger the mission [Vengeance of the Villain], mission reward: 2000 villain points]
[Mission details: As a great villain, retribution is the basic principle. Destroy Mrs. Gao's factory and make her pay for her stupidity. ]
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It is said that it is natural for mice to be afraid of cats, and Jason believes this.
Ever since he got into the police car, he has felt unwell.
When the police car drove into the Drug Enforcement Bureau, all the hairs on his body stood up.
The police car drove into the DEA underground parking lot, and Jason looked around vigilantly after getting out of the car.
The New York Drug Enforcement Administration headquarters is a high-rise building covering an area of more than 5,000 square meters.
As the most powerful law enforcement agency of the federal government, every corner of the building reveals majesty and style, which makes Jason even more nervous.
Stan parked the car, came over and comforted: "You are now the special detective of the Director of the Drug Enforcement Administration. No one dares to touch you, relax."
Jason suddenly realized.
Yes, the director of the Drug Enforcement Administration is my younger brother, and the headquarters building is my back garden. What am I afraid of?
Thinking of this, Jason's sense of fear has reduced a lot.
"Well, let's go!"
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The second basement of the Drug Enforcement Administration headquarters.
This was originally an underground parking lot, but now it has been converted into a temporary command post for the special operations team.
There is a square conference table in the central area, and in front of it is a monitoring network of more than 20 computers, which are closely monitoring the main roads around the Hi Grass Factory.
Twenty special police explosion-proof vehicles lined up in a long line, and on each side of each vehicle stood five fully armed special policemen with guns and ammunition.
"Stan, everyone is here, just waiting for you."
Taking the elevator to the second basement floor, Stan's deputy immediately greeted him.
He looked at Jason wearing a SWAT uniform and asked, "Who is this?"
"John, my special police detective." Stan introduced a sentence, and then changed the subject: "Is there any control around the factory?"
"Three hours ago, it was already under control."
"Well, is there any reaction from the factory?"
"Yes. Since the afternoon, the gangsters under Mrs. Gao have been continuously gathering at the factory, and they can only enter and cannot enter. The total number of people has now exceeded 200."
"Humph!" Stan sneered: "A group of stupid guys who think they are safe when there are too many people. Is there any news from the military?"
"I just received a reply that the three carrier helicopters have taken off and arrived at the designated area in 20 minutes."
"Okay! You stay here to be responsible for the peripheral monitoring, and I am responsible for the on-site command! Let's start!"
The battle order was issued, and a hundred special police officers quickly boarded the explosion-proof vehicle. The rumbling engine sounded, and they whistled out of the parking lot.
Stan and Jason took the elevator to the top floor, where a police helicopter had been waiting for a long time.
After the two boarded the plane, the helicopter took off slowly and flew quickly to Hell's Kitchen.
When Jason saw all this, his heart was extremely shocked.
The gangster or something, it really is just a small fight.
In front of the state's violent machine, no matter how ruthless the gang leader is, they are just fish on the chopping board.
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Manhattan, Hell's Kitchen, Hi Grass Factory.
Mrs. Gao sat on the luxurious sofa chair in the office, her brows were furrowed, her eyes were slightly closed, she didn't know what she was thinking.
Since the phone call with Jason, there has always been a sense of fear and unease in his heart.
It seemed that there was a pair of eyes staring at her all the time.
In order to alleviate this sense of panic, she gathered all the armed forces in New York to the High Grass Factory.
People have arrived, but the sense of panic has not disappeared, but has become stronger.
At this moment, she was thinking, where did this panic come from?
Fisk?
No, it won't be him.
If kingpin's business wants to become bigger and stronger, it must rely on its own sources of goods and channels.
Without her support, fisk wouldn't be able to sit on the chair of the king of the gang at all.
It is precisely because of this level of interest that she dares to show off her might in front of fisk, and even if fisk gets angry, he must endure it.
Since it wasn't kingpin, who else would it be? It wouldn't be Jason.
Mrs. Gao was amused by her own thoughts.
An extremist with developed limbs and a simple mind, in the eyes of a superior like her, is no different from an ant on the street.
As long as Jason dares to come to the factory, there must be no return.
After thinking about it for a long time, Mrs. Gao couldn't come up with the result. Instead, her brain was a little bit painful.
Rubbing her temples, she stood up and went out for a walk.
On the dense assembly line, countless Chinese workers are producing in an orderly manner.
She is the only one in New York who can get authentic cannabis from Mexico. With its excellent taste and quality, this factory has monopolized more than 80% of the cannabis market in New York, which can be said to be in short supply.
"Boss." A close associate with a Chinese face came over: "Why do you want to gather all your staff, just because of Jason? It's too late for him to avoid the police now, how could he come here to die."
The cronie wondered: "It's not because of Jason, so who else do you need to worry about?"
Just as Mrs. Gao was about to answer, the huge roar of the propeller suddenly came from overhead!
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