Bab 22: Chapter 22: 1 blood of franklin
A heavy truck loaded with 52 high-end motorcycles is driving on the suburban road at a speed of 100km/h.
In the distance, a Honda S2000 followed behind it.
[Ding! Trigger the mission: [Speeding Robbery], mission reward: 1000 villain points. ]
[Mission introduction: As a great villain, you must never let go of your immediate interests, kill the bikers, and steal the motorcycles they have worked so hard to steal. ]
Franklin held the steering wheel with one hand: "Boss, when do you start?"
Jason took out the M4A1 carbine from the back seat: "Let's do it now, there are few vehicles here, and it will be troublesome to wait for the high-speed people to have too many eyes."
He got up a little from his seat, put the muzzle on the windshield, and the advantages of the convertible came into play.
"The car is more stable."
Franklin clenched his hands on the steering wheel to minimize body shake.
Jason squinted and aimed at the rear wheel of the heavy truck.
bang bang bang!
After three bursts of shots, the rear tire of the heavy truck was punctured, and the car shook violently.
Chi! Chi! Chi!
There was a harsh brake sound, and the truck pulled to the right side of the road with smoke from its tires.
Jason put away the gun: "Slow down and approach slowly."
Franklin slammed on the brakes lightly and the car slowed down.
In the cockpit of the truck, two bikers got out of the car with shotguns to check.
"Shit! It's a puncture."
The driver scolded: "There are jacks and spare tires in the car, take them off and put them on quickly, don't waste time."
Everyone in the speeding party is a good car player.
With the cooperation of the two, the tires were changed in five minutes.
At this moment, Franklin drove slowly.
Jason stuck his head out of the car and asked, "Hi, buddy. Need help?"
"Fuck off! Just take care of yourself." The biker clenched the shotgun and threatened.
Jason smiled shyly and retracted his body.
Just as the two turned their heads, Jason took out a Glock 20 from the front armrest box, and before they could react, he quickly pulled the trigger.
bang bang bang!
The bullets shattered the bones of their elbows and got stuck in the muscles.
Their arms softened, and the shotgun fell to the ground with a snap.
"Fuck!"
The biker scolded and wanted to run away.
Jason raised his hand and shot him steadily in the back of the head.
Thrown on the spot.
[Ding! Kill a biker and get 100 villain points, current progress: 1915/4000]
Jason's marksmanship stopped the driver from 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 probably haven't seen blood before."
Seeing blood in his mouth means murder.
Franklin shook his head.
"As a gangster, if you haven't seen blood, you will never grow up. This person should be killed by you."
Jason asked Franklin to take a shot. In addition to exercising his courage, he also wanted to do an experiment.
Franklin's expression was a little weird.
Jason looked sarcastic: "Afraid?"
Franklin spread his hands, expressing his injustice: "Boss, you must at least give me a gun."
Jason took out a military dagger from his pocket and threw it to him: "Murdering with a gun is far better than using this stimulus, let's do it."
Franklin pulled out the dagger, and the sharp blade radiated an icy light under the reflection of the moonlight.
He silently cheered in his heart, then kicked the driver to the ground with one foot, piercing his back and stabbing his heart with a knife.
"Ugh!!"
The driver did not die on the spot and began to struggle violently.
Franklin sat on his back, pulled out the dagger, and plunged it into the back into neck again.
With seven stabs in a row, the head and body were about to separate, and the blood on the back of the neck gurgled.
The driver struggled for a moment and was silent, and the asphalt road was stained red with blood.
[Ding! Companion 'Franklin Clinton' kills a biker and gets 100 villain points, current progress: 2015/4000]
Jason was right.
The villain points obtained by the party will be returned to Jason's account.
In the same way, the prestige they gained should also be counted as his prestige.
Franklin stood up, blood splashed all over his face, and his breathing became short of breath.
Jason, who was standing aside, calmly analyzed.
"The starting action is too rough, just like the street gangsters, remember to practice more in the future."
He calmly said creepy words.
Time was running out, and it was too late to give Franklin a chance to breathe.
The two threw the corpse into the grass beside the road and started on the road again.
Franklin drove a heavy truck ahead, and Jason drove a Honda s2000, keeping a distance of seven or eight hundred meters from him.
Closing the hood, Jason called Morgan while driving.
"Hey! Mr. $15 million, how are you doing recently?"
Jason leaned on the seat and shrugged: "Not bad, how about you?"
Morgan said cheerfully: "Thanks to you, people in the underground world of New York are panicking. In order not to be approached by you, gangs of all sizes have started to stock up on supplies."
"Pistols, rifles, heavy machine guns, grenades, mines, bulletproof vests... The sales of all weapons and protective gear have skyrocketed. During this time, my business has nearly tripled."
"Then congratulations. I have a business here that I want to talk to you about."
"what business?"
"A batch of high-end motorcycles."
"God! It's not the motorcycles that the bikers stole."
In addition to selling weapons, Morgan also sold intelligence. He instantly thought of a recent piece of news.
Jason admired it very much: "As expected of a black market businessman, he is really well informed."
"Jason, you don't really want to clean up all the gangsters in New York."
"I'm not interested in New York gangsters. I'm only interested in money. Whoever has valuables in their hands, I'll take action against them,this also includes you."
"You asshole! You are crazy."
Jason has completely turned into a lion who broke free from the cage, hungry, wounded, brutal, the kind who catches and eats whoever.
This day in New York may really change.
Morgan felt a headache. He couldn't stand the toss because of his age. He just wanted to do business safely.
"Speak? Do you want this batch of goods? Don't let me find someone else."
"Yes! Of course I do! As you said, don't get along with anyone who can't get along with money."
"That's good, 52 high-end motorcycles, valued at 5 million US dollars, you can ask for it."
Jason didn't change his face and asked for a price.
"Hehehe..."
Morgan's voice was sly: "Jason, you actually hit me with an abacus. According to my information, the total price of those motorcycles is definitely not more than 4 million."
Jason pretended not to know: "Well, it seems that my appraiser is not professional, even if you are 4 million, an old friend for so many years."
Morgan didn't bother too much about this.
When it comes to doing business, it is always asking prices and paying them back on the ground.
"1000000!"
"whatfuck!"
Jason felt a surge of anger.
"Old man do you think I'm a rookie cutting the price in half?"
Morgan explained casually: "The rule is indeed to cut in half, but this is a biker's car."
"I took over these cars, which means I am an enemy of the bikers."
"If someone finds out any clues, I'll be in trouble."
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