PART 65

Jason pocketed the items and then retrieved the unassuming mobile phone and asked, "This phone provided by Stan, does it have any special functions?"

Pro-Channel replied, "Of course. This phone has an embedded special chip. In addition to common anti-monitoring functions, it also has a function to alter the IP address. When you make any call, the chip will automatically assign a virtual IP address to conceal your real location. This technology is currently uncrackable internationally."

Anti-monitoring and anti-location capabilities are quite useful.

"That's all Stan instructed. If you require anything else, feel free to call him at any time. We'll coordinate with the Los Angeles Drug Enforcement Administration to assist you."

"Okay, I will."

The cronies bid farewell and drove away.

Jason took Harley hand and boarded the plane.

More than 20 cabins were empty, with only the two of them and not even any flight attendants.

Despite being a private jet, the cabin was nondescript and had no association with luxury.

Harley looked around, clearly excited. "Wow, Puddin! This is my first time on a private jet!"

Jason put his arm around her shoulders and smiled. "When I was in the gang, I flew on Kingpin's private plane. His plane was lavishly decorated, with professional flight attendants, a selection of champagne, a shower room, and an oversized bedroom."

Harley was enthralled by what she heard, her face full of longing and envy.

Jason kissed her gently. "I promise, we'll have all those things in the future."

Harley looked at Jason with a smile and threw herself into his arms, kissing him affectionately.

Just then, the pilot came over and asked, "Sir, are you ready for takeoff?"

Jason turned his head and replied with a smile, "Yes!"

Twenty minutes later, the special plane was taxiing down the runway towards its destination: Los Angeles.

At first, Harley was still excited, but less than half an hour later, she yawned and fell asleep, leaning on Jason's shoulder.

We were crazy all night for the past few nights. I woke up before dawn this morning and definitely didn't get enough sleep.

Jason folded down the two rows of seats and lay down to browse the system mall. Within ten minutes, he also felt sleepy.

He added 10 points to his intelligence attribute and then closed his eyes to rest. There were still 6 hours left before they arrived in Los Angeles.

Level: 10 (2670/10000)]

[Strength 63→63]

[Agility 50→50]

[Endurance 50→50]

[Intelligence 40→50]

[Remaining attribute points: 0]

[Reputation: 1158→1319]

[Parties: Harleen Quetzel, John Wick... (required reputation for next recruitment: 3000)]

[Points: 0]

[Ability: Fighting Proficiency (Level 6), Driving Proficiency (Level 3), Firearm Proficiency (Level 6), Cold Weapon Proficiency (Level 2)]

[system mall: click here]

Six hours later, the plane arrived at Los Angeles International Airport.

Looking out the window, it was already nighttime.

Stepping off the plane, Jason and Harley left the airport hand in hand.

In the eyes of passersby, the two are just an ordinary couple in love.

Taking a taxi to the city, the two sat in the back enjoying the scenery outside the window.

If New York is a handsome and serious gentleman, then Los Angeles is a passionate girl. The culture and art here are much stronger than in New York.

"This is Los Angeles, the city of angels, such a beautiful city," Harleen exclaimed, gazing out the back window at the night scenery of Los Angeles.

Jason smiled dotingly at her, then took out a hundred-dollar bill and handed it to the driver.

"Stop here!"

The driver took the money and slowly pulled over to the side of the road.

Harley turned around and looked at Jason suspiciously.

Jason explained with a smile, "You like the night view of Los Angeles, so let's get out and take a walk."

Harley's expression was a little moved, and then she asked, "Don't you have something important to do?"

Jason got out of the car, and as a gentleman, he opened the car door. "It's okay to delay for a day or two."

"Honey, I love you!" Harry exclaimed as she jumped out of the car and hugged Jason, hanging her body on him like a sloth.

After lingering for a while, the two walked hand in hand on the Hollywood Walk of Fame.

"Michael Jackson, Britney Spears, Johnny Depp,Marilyn Monroe…

As Harley walked, she pointed to the stars on the ground, and said the owner's name and representative works.

When she came to the entrance of the Grand Theater, she tipped $20 to take a photo with the cosplayer of the character Snow White.

It was evident that she was a heavy movie lover, but it was a pity that her idol, Avril Lavigne, failed to make a name on the Avenue of Stars.

After walking the Walk of Fame, Harleen went to a nearby large shopping mall to spend wildly, as if she didn't care about money and could buy whatever she saw.

Louis Vuitton bags, Chanel dresses, Ferragamo shoes...

Jason followed behind her, occasionally giving advice on outfit matching, but more often he was only responsible for paying by card.

"Jason, you have to hold on!" Jason reminded himself as he clenched the credit card in his hand.

Harley's shopping enthusiasm finally subsided when it was dark outside.

Leaving the delivery address and contact information, the two went out to take a taxi and headed to the Four Seasons Hotel in Beverly Hills.

The following morning, the first California sunlight pierced through the window and illuminated the empty, messy bed. The couple was sitting at the hotel dining table, eating breakfast.

Jason spread butter on his toast and asked, "Where do you want to go today? Universal Studios or Santa Monica Beach?"

Harley shook her head while taking a bite of bread. "We had enough fun last night. Let's focus on business today."

Impressed by her considerate and practical nature, Jason smiled and gave her a passionate kiss. They were having breakfast while watching the news on TV.

Ever since this incident, watching the news had become a daily routine for Jason.

"Yesterday, New York police arrested nine fugitives from the Long Island Prison. According to their confession, Jason Walter was the mastermind behind the escape. Harleen Quezel, the prison's inmate psychological counselor, was his biggest accomplice in this case," the news anchor reported.

Jason paused mid-bite. "Hey, dear, you're on TV."

Harley expression turned serious. "Nine fugitives caught in just two days. The New York police are moving fast."

Jason continued to eat with his usual expression. "With such a big operation, it's expected that they would catch the fugitives."

The news anchor went on. "Jason contacted his associates through Harleen and orchestrated a bombing in New York to distract the police. Simultaneously, he hired over 800 mercenaries to storm the prison and rescue himself."

Harley was puzzled. "Over 800? Wasn't it 400?"

Jason chuckled. "Reporting the actual number of people doesn't make the police look good."

"That explains it," Harley nodded.

"The latest update is that the Department of Justice issued a wanted warrant for Harleen Quezer with a bounty of $8 million. Jason Walter's bounty has also increased to $30 million!"