บท 14: PART 14
The sound of the oven timer interrupted Jason's thoughts as he checked on the pizza. The delicious aroma of melted cheese and crispy crust wafted through the kitchen, making his mouth water.
With a smirk on his face, he turned to Paul and ordered him to say goodbye to his family and put on his best suit. Paul looked surprised, as Jason was not one to show any sentimentality.
Jason put on a pair of heat-resistant gloves and pulled out the hot pizza from the oven. He placed it on the countertop and gestured to Paul: "You've been with me for six years. I want you to leave this world with some dignity."
Paul wiped his tears away and walked slowly towards the bedroom, his heart filled with hesitation. But the thought of his family gave him the courage to face death.
Meanwhile, Jason took a big bite of the pizza, savoring the flavors as he watched Paul leave
In the master bedroom, Lisa was lying on the crib, humming a nursery rhyme while the two children were sleeping soundly, smacking their lips. Paul sat by the bed, reluctantly looking at the little faces of his children, his heart full of regret and grief.
"Dear, what's wrong with you?" Lisa noticed Paul's anomaly.
"It's alright, I'm going out in a moment to run some errands with the boss," Paul stretched out his big hand and gently stroked the child's small head.
"Is it dangerous?"
"I can handle it. Before I come back, please take care of the children," Paul replied, his words carrying a sense of finality.
Lisa felt that his words were full of parting, and she frowned in confusion.
Before she could speak, Paul suddenly hugged her tightly and sniffed hard, trying to remember the scent of her body. After a few minutes, he let go of her.
"My dear, can you help me take out that suit?" he asked.
Lisa was puzzled by his actions but went to the closet and took out the suit. Paul put on the brand new suit and looked at himself in the mirror.
"Do I really look like a monkey?" he asked, uncertain.
Lisa wanted to scold him on a daily basis but changed her words: "No, you look handsome in it."
Paul smiled, bowed his head, and kissed his lover passionately. With their lips separated, he walked slowly to the door and stopped.
There were some words of goodbye brewing in his heart, but when the time came, he didn't know what to say. He could only look at Lisa with affection.
"Goodbye!" he finally managed to say.
In the living room, Jason was sitting on the sofa eating pizza.
"So soon? Don't you want to stay a little longer?" Jason asked.
Paul's expression became extremely firm. "No, let's go!" he replied
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As they left the apartment, Jason slid into the passenger seat of Paul's Ford sedan. "Did you know there's a Chinese restaurant in Hell's Kitchen?" he asked.
"I do, you took me there once. The food was not bad but the service was slow," replied Paul.
"I beat up the guy who recommended it to us. He's a member of a rival gang. There are plenty of other great restaurants in New York," said Jason with a smirk.
Paul checked his watch. "At this time, the restaurant is probably already closed."
"Instead of going to dinner, drive your car to the alley behind the restaurant," instructed Jason as he pulled out his phone.
From memory, he dialed the number of a notorious black market businessman in New York known for his shrewdness and connections
The phone rang five times before the call was answered by a well-known black market businessman in New York, infamous for his ability to acquire just about anything for the right price: guns, ammunition, drugs, women, real estate, cars, and intelligence.
Jason was a loyal customer, having purchased standard guns and military grenades for his Manhattan apartment from him.
"Hey there, Mr. Morgan! Hope I'm not interrupting your beauty sleep with your lovely companion," Jason greeted the black market businessman.
"Hehehe, Jason! I knew you couldn't have died that easily," Mr. Morgan chuckled.
"You old dog, you'll outlive us all," Jason quipped back.
"So, what brings you to me in the wee hours of the night?" Mr. Morgan asked.
"Well, I was wondering if you have any C4 plastic explosives in stock?" Jason inquired.
"C4? Are you out of your mind? That stuff can blow up a building!" Mr. Morgan exclaimed.
"Don't be a buzzkill, old man. I have my reasons. How much are we talking?" Jason pressed.
"Well, for you, my dear customer, I can do a special price. How about... a kidney?" Mr. Morgan joked.
"A kidney? I was thinking more along the lines of a used toothbrush," Jason countered with a smirk
"Um... There are five C4s in the warehouse. If you want all of them, it's 300,000."
"Okay! I want it all. The transaction location is the back alley of the Chinese restaurant in Hell's Kitchen. This time the situation is special and you need to come in person."
"What! Please give me a reason to leave the beauty's arms in the middle of the night?"
"Dude, I have a $3 million reward on my head, and I can't trust outsiders."
"You guys are really giving me a headache. This isn't the first time, you know. By the way, do you know how to set the password?"
"Just three long beeps and one short beep."
"Alright, got it. I'll deliver it myself in an hour."
"Oh, one more thing. How's Miss Morgan doing?"
The old man let out a loud sigh. "FUCKYOU! You always have to bring up my daughter. Can't we just stick to business?"
Jason hung up the phone with a sly grin, and Paul couldn't help but ask, "What exactly do you need me to do? Why do you need C4 explosives?"
"I'm taking down the Russian mafia. And to do that, I need to blow up their headquarters with a bang!"
Paul's face turned pale, "You want me to be a human bomb?"
Jason shrugged, "Hey, it's better than dying a slow, painful death at the hands of the mafia. And think about it, you'll be doing your part to make the city a safer place. What's more heroic than that?"
Paul hesitated, "Alright, fine. What's my role in this?"
"Simple. You call up Vladimir and tell him you've found my hiding spot. Then get him to gather all the mafia members at their headquarters."
"And how am I supposed to infiltrate their headquarters?"
"Easy-peasy. You tell Vladimir that you're worried about his leadership skills after yesterday's debacle, and that you want to lead the operation yourself. He's arrogant enough to agree."
"But what if he finds out it's a trap?"
Don't worry, he's desperate for revenge after his brother was killed. He'll fall for it hook, line, and sinker
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