Boom!
Jason's scalp tingled, his facial muscles tightened, and cold sweat broke out on his back.
After freezing in place for a few seconds, he forced a relaxed smile: "Boss, that's a bit too much of a joke. Everyone in the New York underworld knows Vanessa is your woman. I wouldn't dare, even if you gave me ten times the guts."
"Is that so?" Kingpin said in a grim tone: "But on the third day I left New York, you and Vanessa had a candlelight dinner at a British restaurant."
"On the fourth day, you went shopping together on Fifth Avenue and also saw an art exhibition."
"On the fifth day, you went to Vanessa's house to show off your Chinese cooking skills, and after dinner, you gave her a box of her favorite milk chocolate."
Kingpin's tone was unhurried, neither happy nor sad, but the content of his words made Jason's heart leap into his throat.
He swore to God that he hadn't revealed even the slightest bit about his affair with Vanessa to anyone.
He had also been fully armed these past few days when going out, with sunglasses, a mask, and a hat, none of which were missing.
He took taxis and never drove his own car.
He didn't use credit cards when eating out, only cash.
He had been discreet enough, but he never expected that Kingpin would still find out.
Jason's face was grave, his heart beat faster, and his other hand clenched tightly.
"Today, you and Vanessa spent an afternoon in the room. Now you can answer my question, Jason. How does it feel to sleep with Vanessa?"
When Kingpin finished speaking, the mountain-like pressure on Jason suddenly dissipated into nothing.
He figured it out.
Now that things had come to this, worrying and fearing were futile.
As Kingpin's deputy for many years, Jason knew him better than he knew himself.
Between the two of them, there was no other way to go but a fight to the death.
"Hahaha!" Jason grabbed his phone, laughing manically.
"You want to know the answer, Kingpin?" Jason's laughter gradually subsided. He put the phone to his mouth and whispered, "The answer is... sleeping with your woman feels amazing!"
"Boom!"
A loud bang came from the speaker, most likely Kingpin overturning the table.
Kingpin roared, "FUCK YOU! Jason!"
Jason shook his head. He could imagine that Kingpin was now like an angry lion.
"FUCK YOU! You're finished! You're dead!"
Kingpin lost control of his emotions, close to going berserk.
The last person who made him so angry had his head crushed by a car door.
But Jason was not only unafraid, but also wanted to add fuel to the fire: "Uh-huh, I'm still alive and well. Come and hit me over the radio if you have the guts."
There was another series of crashes and bangs on the other end of the phone.
After a while, Kingpin's emotions were brought under control, and he panted heavily, "Don't worry, Jason. I've already sent the Vladimir brothers to find you."
Jason frowned, quickly walked to the window, and looked down.
He saw five black Chevrolet vans speeding along the avenue not far away.
They screeched to a halt dozens of meters away from the apartment.
The doors opened, and more than twenty masked strongmen with guns got out of the cars.
"Hahaha, they should be there by now," Kingpin said smugly.
"But now I regret it a bit, so Jason... run, run quickly, and don't get killed by the Vladimir brothers."
"Fuck your mother!" Jason cursed and then slammed the phone against the wall.
'Smash!'
The legendary Nokia phone instantly turned into a pile of parts, and a small hole appeared in the hard concrete wall.
[Ding! Triggered quest: Escape the pursuit of the Russian Mafia, quest reward: 500 Villain Points.]
[Warm reminder: The enemy forces will arrive on the battlefield in thirty seconds.]
"I especially thank you for your warm reminder!" Jason cursed and quickly rushed into the bedroom.
He had been wondering just now why Kingpin was a bit talkative.
He thought it was because his trusted aide had betrayed him, so he was a bit mentally unstable and talked more, but he never expected that he was actually stalling for time.
This guy looks like an iron-headed fool who has trained his muscles into his brain, but in reality, he is smarter than anyone else. Jason was just tricked by him.
Back in the bedroom, Jason took off his bathrobe and started to put on his clothes.
"Wow! I'll never get tired of your body," Vanessa woke up at some point and was staring at Jason intently while sitting on the bed.
As she said, Jason's body was like a visual feast.
Broad shoulders, full pectoral muscles, abdominal muscles as hard as steel, every muscle on his body seemed to be carved out with a knife and axe.
However, what fascinated Vanessa the most were the dense, crisscrossing scars on Jason's body.
Gunshot wounds, knife wounds, bruises caused by sticks, fists, and feet.
What Vanessa loved to do most was to lie on Jason's chest, caress the scars with her palms, and listen to him tell the stories of these scars.
"Stop being infatuated," Jason quickly put on his clothes: "Kingpin found out about us. The people chasing us will be here soon."
"What!"
Vanessa's face immediately paled.
But before she could ask, Jason grabbed the Simmons mattress with both hands and lifted it up, and Vanessa rolled to the ground wrapped in the quilt.
Vanessa got up from the ground and cursed, "FUCK YOU! Jason..."
She covered her head and wanted to curse a few more times, but Jason directly took out a shotgun from under the bed.
Vanessa's eyes widened, and she swallowed the words she hadn't said.
The gangster world is a high-risk industry, and there are often situations where people are besieged and killed at the door.
As a top talent in the industry, how could Jason not leave himself a way out?
He had a large number of weapons and ammunition hidden under the bed in the master bedroom.
Benelli M4 Super 90 Shotgun * 1
Colt M4A1 Carbine * 1
Beretta M9 Pistol * 2
Each gun is equipped with three magazines, and the magazines are all loaded with bullets.
MK3A2 Offensive Hand Grenade * 2
SOV-3000 Full Protection Bulletproof Vest * 1
80-meter High-Strength Rappelling Rope * 1
Bulging Black Travel Bag * 1
Jason picked up the 8-kilogram bulletproof vest and put it on. Three layers of ceramic bulletproof plates had been inserted into the interlayer of the bulletproof vest in advance, and the protection level was level 4, which can withstand the attack of armor-piercing bullets from the front.
Jason's expression was very calm, but Vanessa was a little confused.
Madmen, these people are all madmen. It's better to stay away from them in the future.
Vanessa picked up the clothes on the ground with a dark face, wrapped in the quilt, and left the apartment barefoot.
She is Kingpin's woman, and the Vladimir brothers wouldn't dare to touch her.