Chapitre 11: Chapter 11: Wesley kills his wife
The mess in front of him left Wesley dumbfounded.
After a long time, he murmured, "what the fuck!"
"Wesley, I'm sorry."
Annie knelt on the bed, clutching her mouth and nose and crying bitterly: "I was wrong, I swear this is the last time, there will never be another time, please forgive me."
Wesley looked at Annie with a strange look in his eyes, as if he was getting to know his wife again.
Gradually, there was more emotion in his eyes.
There is puzzlement, doubt, anger, and killing intent!
Wesley clenched his fists expressionlessly, and said slowly, "Jason, the bar downstairs has your favorite 20-year-old Scotch whisky. Go try it, you won't be disappointed."
His words had no emotion at all, just like the tranquility before the storm.
"OK!"
Jason nodded and went downstairs with a gun.
There are dozens of bottles of fine wine on the bar next to the restaurant, and the price of each bottle is no less than 1,000 US dollars.
Jason turned on the dim incandescent light on the bar, looking for his favorite Scotch whisky.
"Whiskey, whisky... found!"
He took out the corkscrew and opened the bottle, and Annie's screams came from upstairs.
Jason's movements paused slightly, then continued to do his own business, unaffected by the sound at all.
Wesley hadn't killed anyone for many years, so his technique wouldn't be unfamiliar.
Taking out the whisky glass and taking out some ice cubes from the refrigerator, Jason sat on the swivel chair at the bar counter, leisurely tasting this 20-year-old Scotch whisky.
Anne's screams lasted for a long time and finally stopped. Wesley walked downstairs slowly as if he had lost his soul, and sat on the swivel seat with some stiffness.
"It tastes really good, you should try it too."
Jason took out an empty glass, poured a quarter of the whiskey and handed it over.
Wesley rudely grabbed the bottle, filled the glass, raised his head and drank it.
thump~
The glass fell on the bar.
Wesley squeezed the glass hard, bowed his head, closed his eyes, and breathed very quickly.
Jason didn't speak. Outsiders couldn't help with this kind of thing, so he could only survive on his own.
Refilling Wesley's glass, Jason played with the glass as he poured himself.
Half an hour later, the two drank a bottle of whiskey.
At this moment, Wesley finally came over and said, "Jason, I'm sorry for letting you see such a scandal."
Jason shook his head slightly and said with a smile, "No need to apologize, I'm enjoying it anyway."
"FUCKYOU!"
Wesley showed an ugly smile: "If you die one day, I will find someone to cut off your dick and sew it on your stinky mouth."
"It's such a waste. If it were me, I would cut it off and make wine." Jason chuckled.
"Shit! This guy is disgusting." Wesley's mood suddenly relaxed a lot.
The two clink glasses and finish the last sip of whisky in the glasses.
Putting down the glass, Wesley's expression became serious: "What the **** have you done, this is the first time I've seen Jin and been so angry."
"A little thing."
"What little thing?"
Jason looked down at the wine glass and said lightly, "I slept with Vanessa."
Wesley was completely stupid.
"What? What's this even called a trivial matter? God, I told you earlier that your dick will definitely kill you."
Jason waved his hand impatiently: "Don't worry about it. I'm here today just to ask, how did Kim find out about me and Vanessa?"
Wesley shook his head: "Kim didn't tell me anything, not even about Vanessa. He only told me that you betrayed the gang and asked me to inform the gangs all over New York to offer a reward for your head."
Jason smiled lightly. He had already been mentally prepared for the matter of being offered a bounty, otherwise he would not have changed his mobile phone, and even had to dress up when he went out.
"what price?"
"$1 million to die, $3 million to live!"
"Huh! It's a big deal." Jason smiled and said, "Can I turn myself in?"
"You're very welcome to try."
Wesley stood up, tidied up his suit and prepared to go upstairs: "I still have a mess to deal with, you can go, just pretend I haven't seen you tonight."
"Wesley!"
Jason smiled and put down the glass, took out the Glock pistol hidden in his clothes and aimed it at him.
"You can't leave without giving me an answer, or you can try to kill me with your Beretta 92."
Wesley's expression was a little surprised, and the hand that had just touched the gun stopped instantly.
Under the dim light, two men stood and sat looking at each other, both holding a pistol in their hands.
After a stalemate for a few seconds, Wesley gave up.
He let go of his hand and said angrily, "Jason, I said, I don't know anything, and Jin didn't tell me the truth."
Jason smiled disdainfully: "You and I are friends and colleagues for many years. We know each other far better than ourselves. Do you still need to lie in front of me?"
Wesley said nothing.
"Okay, then I'll make it clear. Jin loves feathers and hates Brother Vladimir, so he will never call him personally."
"Then the question is, whose instructions did Vladimir receive to find my house exactly?"
After speaking for a while, Wesley's expression finally changed.
He sighed, "I'm sorry Jason, I..."
"Don't apologize, I know you're just following Jin Bing's orders."
"Thank you." Wesley continued, "I knew you slept with Vanessa when Kim Ping called me yesterday. God, I was going crazy at that time. You **** are really not afraid of death."
"Overwhelmed." Jason laughed.
"I didn't praise you." Wesley frowned and roared a little excitedly.
"Because of your dick , the settled Hell's Kitchen, and even the entire underground forces in New York, are completely in chaos. Do you know how many people will die for this!"
Jason shook his head contemptuously, thinking that Wesley really deserved to be Jin Bing's lover, perfectly inheriting Jin Bing's thoughts.
From the very beginning of forming a gang, Jin Bing set a small goal for himself.
The gangsters who rule the whole of New York restrict their subordinates through strict control, thereby creating a perfect city without killing, robbery, and violent crime.
Jin Bi once told Jason about his ideals, and Jason agreed with a smile on the surface, but was very disdainful behind his back.
Jason stared into Wesley's eyes and said seriously, "Wesley, do you really believe Jin Bing's rhetoric? It's ridiculous!"
"Evil is evil, and good is good. Don't always put money on your face. As long as we scumbags live in the world for a day, New York will never settle down."
Wesley was not convinced: "The crime rate of Hell's Kitchen under King ping's rule is lower than ever before. Doesn't this explain the problem?"
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