Jason put on his bulletproof vest, hung two grenades on his chest, stuffed magazines into his webbing, and set all his guns to fire.
He unzipped the bulging black duffel bag, revealing it was filled with greenbacks, totaling $530,000.
Like most gangsters, Jason preferred to hoard cash and didn't like putting money in banks.
First, his money was dirty and wouldn't stand up to an IRS audit.
Second, if the police ever targeted him and seized his accounts, the hard-earned money he had saved over the years would become the police's slush fund.
Carrying such a large duffel bag to escape was obviously cumbersome. After a moment's hesitation, Jason opened the system interface and exchanged all the cash for system points.
[Ding! Points exchange successful, remaining points: 53!]
Casually tossing aside the empty duffel bag, Jason grabbed the dozens of kilograms of rappelling rope and walked out onto the balcony.
He clipped the rappelling rope's carabiner to the thickest railing on the balcony, then threw the rope down.
He had calculated the height of the apartment in advance. The 80-meter rappelling rope was just enough for him to land safely, not a meter more or less.
Boom!
A loud noise came from outside the room. The Mafia was preparing to break down the door!
Jason quickly walked to the door, squatted down, and opened the bedroom door a crack.
Another loud noise shook the plaster off the apartment door's walls, and the air was instantly filled with smoke.
When the third sound rang out, the apartment's security door was kicked open and shattered.
Seven or eight masked Mafia members rushed into the room with automatic rifles.
Jason pulled the pin on a grenade, threw it into the crowd, and shouted, "Fire in the hole!"
The grenade rolled accurately to the Mafia's feet.
"Oh, shit!"
Boom!
In the flashing light, several Mafia members were blown away.
Limbs and blood mixed together, instantly staining the living room red.
The smoke alarm was activated, and water sprinkled from the ceiling, leaving the entire apartment in a mess.
[Ding! Killed three Mafia members, gained 300 Villain Points, current progress: 320/1000]
[Ding! Injured two Mafia members, gained 100 Villain Points, current progress: 420/1000]
One grenade, three dead and two injured, the effect was pretty good.
It's just that killing one person only earns 100 Villain Points, when did human life become so cheap?
"Jason, you can't escape! Surrender!"
The not-so-standard American English outside the door sounded familiar. It was Vladimir, the older of the two brothers.
"I'll bet you I can escape today," Jason shouted at the door, his hands moving without pause.
He took out another grenade and rigged it as a booby trap at the doorway, then left the door ajar to lure some unlucky bastard in.
"Fuck you, Jason! You're dead today!"
This was his younger brother, Anatoly's voice.
A year ago, the two brothers brought a group of Russian hitmen across the ocean to Hell's Kitchen, New York.
New to the area, they had no territory, no connections, and no resources. They could only temporarily rely on Kingpin, making a living by helping him do dirty business of murder and robbery.
Among Kingpin's many partners, this group of Russian Mafia was the most disobedient. Kingpin had long wanted to get rid of them.
Kingpin sent these brothers to hunt down Jason, definitely wanting to kill two birds with one stone.
He could get rid of Jason and weaken the Mafia's power.
That fat bastard, he's so shrewd.
Outside the door, Anatoly was enraged by Jason's words and picked up an RPG, preparing to rush in. "Bro, let me blow this son of a bitch to kingdom come."
Vladimir quickly held him down. "No, Kingpin said he'd only divide the territory among us if we capture Jason alive."
After speaking, he shouted into the door, "Jason, put down your weapons and come out. I swear to God I won't kill you."
After waiting for a while, there was no response from inside.
"Jason, did you hear me?"
"Jason!"
… … … … …
Half a minute ago, Jason set up the booby trap, put on his tactical gloves and black mask, and climbed over the railing to start rappelling.
The sound of the apartment building exploding was particularly loud in the middle of the night, attracting many pedestrians to stop and watch.
They initially thought it was an explosion caused by a natural gas leak in the apartment.
But when Jason, masked and carrying a shotgun and carbine, rappelled down from the apartment balcony, they realized something big was happening.
"Oh my god!"
"God, what happened!"
"Call 911!"
… …
The crowd chattered in a chaotic mess.
Some subconsciously moved away from here.
Some took out their phones, anxiously dialing the police.
Others held up cameras and camcorders, ready to record this thrilling scene.
… … … …
After another half minute, the apartment exploded again. It was unknown which unlucky bastard had triggered the booby trap at the doorway.
[Ding! Killed one Mafia member, gained 100 Villain Points, current progress: 520/1000]
"Tch, only one person died."
Jason frowned, obviously not very satisfied with the booby trap's lethality.
But he didn't really care. The purpose of setting up the booby trap wasn't just to kill, but more to buy time so he could safely rappel to the ground.
The booby trap had bought him a minute. At this point, Jason was less than forty meters from the ground.
But this height still wouldn't allow him to land safely, so he had to find a way to stall for a little more time.
Thinking of this, Jason freed one hand and pulled a Beretta M9 pistol from his holster.
As he rappelled, he aimed the gun at the apartment balcony.
Dozens of seconds later, a dark figure appeared on the balcony, peering down.
Jason immediately stopped rappelling, held the rappelling rope tightly with his left hand, quickly aimed with his right hand, and then repeatedly pulled the trigger.
"Bang, bang, bang!"
After three shots, a scream came from the apartment balcony, and the figure disappeared.
[Ding! Injured one Mafia member, gained 20 Villain Points, current progress: 540/1000]
Why only 20 Villain Points?
Did he only suffer a minor injury?
Jason felt a little regretful, but he didn't dwell on it too much.
Holding the rappelling rope with one hand would cause violent shaking, not as stable as standing on the ground.
In addition, he was holding the gun with one hand and firing upwards, so hitting a target forty meters away with three shots was already very good.
After all, he wasn't a sharpshooter, and judging from the effect, the deterrent power of these three shots was still very strong.
At least no one dared to show their face on the balcony anymore.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Jason hurried to rappel.
At this time, he was less than twenty meters from the ground.
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