Ding! Smashed one of Anatoly's ** , gained 100 Villain Points. Current progress: 1350 / 2000 ]
Jason couldn't help but laugh.
"Congratulations, Vladimir, your brother has become a great lone warrior!"
"Jason, stop!"
"I… I can compensate you. Your house, all your losses, I will compensate you. Please don't hurt Anatoly."
Jason remained unmoved: "Sorry, my losses can only be compensated with the lives of you two brothers."
"FUCK YOU!"
Jason shook his head helplessly, thinking that the American's curse words were really barren, just these two sentences repeated over and over again. Couldn't they come up with something fresh?
"Hey! Can you hear your brother's wails? Aren't you going to come and save him?"
Bang!
A bullet hit Anatoly's thigh, and screams rang out again.
Jason's marksmanship had greatly improved. This shot only injured his muscles and did not damage the artery.
Anatoly's screams made Vladimir restless.
He finally couldn't bear it anymore and ordered a subordinate to rescue Anatoly.
At this time, walking out of the safety passage was tantamount to suicide.
The selected Mafia member was a hundred times unwilling in his heart.
But Vladimir clenched his pistol and glared at him fiercely. As long as he dared to say no, his head would be pierced by a bullet.
Resigned to his fate, the man sighed, slipped out of the safety passage, and crawled forward with his body close to the ground.
He carefully crawled to Anatoly's side, reached out and grabbed his foot, dragging him backward.
A long and wide trail of bright red blood was dragged across the white ground.
Jason watched coldly, the M4A1 in his hand already aimed at him, but he was not in a hurry to shoot.
When Anatoly was only two or three meters away from the safe exit.
Bang!
A scorching bullet pierced the man's head.
[ Ding! Killed a Mafia member, gained 100 Villain Points. Current progress: 1450 / 2000 ]
"Shit!"
Vladimir was extremely annoyed and punched the ground fiercely.
"Boss, this is Jason's trap. He wants to lure you out. Don't be impulsive."
The remaining Mafia members quickly advised.
The gang's second-in-command was already crippled. If something happened to the boss, this group of Mafia members who had left their homes would really have to disband.
Of course, Vladimir understood that this was Jason's trick.
Reason told him to stay calm and not be fooled.
But when he saw Anatoly lying on the ground in a dying and pitiful state.
His heart twitched, and his feet seemed to be disobedient, wanting to walk out.
The one lying outside was his own brother.
Just as the few people were in a stalemate, the wail of police cars came from afar.
From the explosion in the apartment to now, ten minutes had passed. These NYPD guys really knew how to slack off.
The sound of the police car completely awakened Vladimir.
"Boss, the police are here, let's go quickly."
Vladimir nodded.
His red eyes contained tears, and he glanced at Anatoly reluctantly before turning and leaving.
Jason!
I have remembered this hatred.
Even if it costs me this life, I will make you die!
… … … …
Jason also heard the sound of sirens.
He thought something was wrong, then quickly fired shots at Anatoly's body.
"Vladimir, are you going to abandon your brother and run away alone?"
After firing several shots, there was no response from the safety passage.
Vladimir ran away, and his fishing plan completely fell through.
Sighing slightly regretfully, Jason shot Anatoly in the head, then quickly left.
[ Ding! Killed Anatoly (plot character), gained 500 Villain Points. Current progress: 1950 / 2000 ]
Jason strode into a NIKE store, changed into the latest season's black sportswear and shoes, took a large backpack, stuffed the guns and ammunition into the backpack, and finally put on a baseball cap and left the mall through a hidden employee aisle.
[ Ding! Stole other people's property, gained 10 Villain Points. Current progress 1960 / 2000 ]
… … … …
Pushing open the door, the sky was already as dark as ink, and the sound of sirens in his ears became louder and louder.
Jason lowered the brim of his hat, quickly slipped into the alley, and hid in the darkness.
There were too many pedestrians and vehicles on the main road, and there were surveillance cameras, so Jason could only walk through the dirty and humid alley.
However, alleys also have their disadvantages.
"Hey, friend, what's in that bulging black bag of yours?"
Three sixteen or seventeen-year-old youths appeared in front of Jason.
Their hair was dyed in various colors, the metal pendants on their bodies jingled, they were chewing gum in their mouths, and they were holding a dagger in their hands.
Jason lowered his head and put the backpack on the ground: "There are many good things, do you want to see them?"
"Of course! Take them out quickly."
One of them threatened with a pointed knife.
"Don't get excited, I'm taking it out."
Jason said, taking out a shotgun from the bag.
The trio: ???
"Benelli M4 Super 90 shotgun, semi-automatic design, can fire a variety of calibers of shotguns, one shot can make a big hole in your chest, and the recoil is very low, and the sound is not loud. How about it, it's a good thing, right."
"Oh, shit!"
The three screamed and ran away.
Looking at their fleeing figures, Jason suddenly thought of his childhood.
At that time, he was like them, hiding in dirty and smelly alleys, robbing lone passers-by.
The difference was that Jason did not take a dagger, but a loaded 9mm pistol.
In a blink of an eye, more than ten years have passed.
Alas, time flies so fast.
Standing in place and sighing, Jason stuffed the shotgun back into his backpack, walked through three blocks, and then left the alley.
After changing three taxis along the way, Jason finally arrived at his destination.
A rental warehouse located on the west side of Manhattan, on the banks of the Hudson River.
This kind of self-storage warehouse is cheap and convenient, and is very popular among Americans.
In a more remote place, you can rent a 20-square-meter warehouse for only 80 US dollars per month.
And as long as you pay on time, no one will check what you store in it.
Therefore, Jason rented a 100-square-meter warehouse as his safe house.
The location of the safe house has not been mentioned to anyone, not even Kingpin and Jason's confidants know about it.
Taking out the key, he pulled open the rolling shutter door of the warehouse.
What came into view was a pile of dilapidated furniture.
TV, sofa, dining table, chairs, instant food, drinking water…
At first glance, this place is no different from most warehouses.
Closing the rolling shutter door, he took out a flashlight from the drawer of the table.
Moving away the piled-up furniture, he found a dusty suitcase from inside.
Inside were some clothes, guns and ammunition, driver's license, passport, portable medical kit, mobile phone, 20,000 US dollars in cash…
People in the world can't help themselves. Jason has a total of seven safe houses like this.
Opening the medical kit, he took off his blood-stained coat.
Jason sat on the sofa and applied medicine, disinfected, sutured, and changed bandages himself.
His technique was even more skilled than many nurses in the hospital.