Vanessa is dead!
Jason's brow furrowed into a deep frown.
He was a cold-blooded man, and the fact that he and Vanessa had engaged in intimate relations didn't cause him any heartache or regret over her death.
He was merely surprised that Kingpin had actually gone through with it.
In the past, when Kingpin was with Vanessa, he was gentle, witty, and every move he made exuded gentlemanly grace.
He didn't resemble a blood-soaked mob boss at all; instead, he was more like a devoted lapdog.
But this little puppy, who only knew how to bark, had actually turned on her and killed Vanessa in such a cruel way.
Jason's brow relaxed slightly; he was surprised by Kingpin's choice, but at the same time, he understood it very well.
From his perspective, putting a green hat on Kingpin was enjoyable, exciting, and even a little addictive.
But if he were to put himself in Kingpin's shoes, he would probably lose it.
No matter how mature and calm a man is, he will become hysterical when faced with the green hat, let alone a mob boss like Kingpin who has killed countless people.
Vanessa's betrayal was a stain on his life and a humiliation that he could never wash away.
It was reasonable for him to vent his anger by torturing Vanessa to death.
The more Jason thought about Kingpin's furious expression, the happier he became.
What was that saying again…
Happiness is built on the suffering of others.
… … … …
After spending the whole day holed up in the warehouse playing on his phone, he figured it was about time.
Jason took off the sportswear he had picked up at the Nike store and put on a worn-out cotton coat and a pair of ripped jeans.
He rubbed his palms on the dusty furniture and then smeared the dust on his hands, face, and neck, before ruffling his hair into a messy bird's nest.
After this simple disguise, Jason transformed from a spirited young man into a common homeless person found on the streets of New York.
He tucked a Glock 20 with a silencer into his pocket and opened the warehouse door.
The sky outside the door was pitch black, and the distant buildings were brightly lit.
Jason stretched contentedly and headed towards Midtown Manhattan.
… … … …
Kingpin's ability to rule the large and small gangs of New York was due not only to his own martial prowess, which was close to the peak of human ability, but also to the indispensable contributions of his two great generals, one military and one civilian.
The military general, of course, was Jason.
Jason came from a poor background; his parents were both members of the lower class. Without power or influence, he relied on his fists and feet to build his own career.
After joining Kingpin's gang, he used his daring and fighting spirit, along with his impressive martial prowess, to help Kingpin defeat countless gangs, seize countless territories, and become Kingpin's most trusted thug.
From having nothing to being all-powerful, Jason's story sounded very inspiring.
Many young people who were new to the gang took him as an example, thinking that as long as they worked hard, they would one day be able to climb to Jason's level.
As the old saying goes, it's easier to conquer a country than to govern it.
The territory had been painstakingly conquered, but it needed someone who knew what they were doing to manage it.
Jason was not good at this, and neither was Kingpin.
Therefore, Kingpin recruited many advisors to give him advice and help him manage the gang.
Among these advisors, the one Kingpin trusted the most was a white man named James Wesley.
He was the person Jason was going to meet tonight.
… … … …
After walking for several kilometers, Jason arrived at a high-end residential area in Midtown Manhattan.
The residential area consisted of American-style villas, each separated by thirty meters to ensure that each family's privacy was not disturbed.
The residential area was shaded by green trees, the roads were clean, and the crime rate was extremely low, making it a very nice place to live.
Wesley's home was here; he liked this quiet and elegant living environment and had once asked Jason to move in with him.
Jason refused, saying that he liked the hustle and bustle of modern high-rise apartments and didn't like this retirement-style house.
At ten o'clock in the evening, Midtown Manhattan was in full swing, with countless handsome men and beautiful women reveling in the square.
But this residential area had already quieted down, and the windows of most of the houses were pitch black.
Walking on the wide road, listening to the chirping of insects and birds in the trees, Jason couldn't help but feel that his decision back then was absolutely correct.
Going to bed at ten o'clock?
God, that's harder than killing him.
Jason had been to Wesley's house many times and knew his way around.
His villa was not large, but the villa was surrounded by six or seven hundred square meters of lawn and garden, which impressed Jason deeply.
The lights on the first floor of the villa were already off, and only the master bedroom on the second floor was still lit, which indicated that Mr. Wesley had not been sleeping well recently.
Jason took out his gun, attached the silencer, shot the camera on the top of the villa, and then went around to the back door of the villa.
[Ding! Damaging other people's property, gaining 5 Villain Points, current progress: 465 / 3000]
He pushed the living room window, but it didn't budge.
He tried the kitchen window again, and it opened easily.
Jason carefully climbed into the house without making a sound.
Using the bright moonlight from outside the window, he walked around the rooms on the first floor and, as expected, no one was there.
Jason held the gun in his hand and tiptoed up to the second floor.
The door to the master bedroom on the second floor was not tightly closed, and light was shining through the crack, and there seemed to be voices talking.
Jason tiptoed quietly past the wall, and then…
His expression became very strange.
Jason was dumbfounded.
He had simulated many possibilities for what might happen tonight, but he never expected it to be like this.
Jason froze.
Should I go in now, or should I not go in?
Moreover, when he was in the gang, his relationship with Wesley was quite good.
Before coming tonight, he had already decided that as long as this matter had nothing to do with Wesley, he would not kill him.
After hesitating for a moment, Jason sat on the sofa on the second floor and waited quietly.
Hey!
I'm so kind.
Jason was about to be moved to tears.
Jason couldn't bear it any longer.
He raised his Glock pistol, kicked open the bedroom door, and shouted at the two people on the bed.
Hey! Wesley, here's a big surprise for you, you…you who the hell are you!"
Sorry, only one chapter today, I'll make up for it tomorrow!