Chapter 33: Heist ready plan!
The dozen or so leaders present were all speechless.
Wesley arrived for the first time, and there were no trusted people under his command, and he pointed to these leaders to do things for him, so they dared to bargain with Wesley.
But no matter what, they didn't dare to disobey kingpin's order.
They are all old men in the gang, and they know kingpin's temper and tactics.
Everyone was contemptuous and cursed Wesley in their hearts.
Seeing that they didn't speak anymore, Wesley continued with a stern face: "I repeat the order again. First: Before tonight, all the goods in the bases must be sent away. Second: During the crackdown period, it is strictly forbidden for anyone to cause trouble. Do you understand?"
The leaders nodded silently with dark faces.
"That's good! You all go to work."
The leaders bowed their heads and got up to go out, all of them left the room as if they had died.
When they got to the open space outside, they denounced Wesley for his injustice, and at the same time began to miss the time when Jason was a gang talker.
The leaders scolded as they walked, and the bearded man followed from a distance.
He is in charge of the gang freight business. Because he is not sociable, he has a normal relationship with other leaders in the gang.
Before everyone was paying attention, he quietly left, walked to a hidden corner where no one was looking, took out his mobile phone and sent a text message.
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New York City Drug Enforcement Administration headquarters.
Steinfeld was lying on the sofa chair in the office, with his feet on the desk, on which Beethoven's "Symphony of Fate" was playing.
He closed his eyes slightly, smiling, and his hands gently beat to the beat of the music.
He became famous all over the United States in the First World War in Hell's Kitchen and became a drug hero in the mouths of ordinary people.
The governor of New York is preparing to award him a medal, and the headquarters of the Drug Enforcement Administration in Washington is also considering moving him up.
Ring Ring....
The phone on the table rang.
Stan took it over and took a look. It turned out to be a text message from an undercover agent from the Drug Enforcement Administration.
"Tonight, all the materials in the gang will be transferred to the warehouse in Baltimore City. There are tons of grass in it!"
I just destroyed a poison cave, and now I have sent another batch of high grass.
This is the rhythm when people reach middle age and start to transfer.
However... which gang's materials this is, he didn't make it clear.
Stan sat up straight and logged into the DEA's intranet to find information about the undercover agent.
It's not that he is irresponsible and can't remember the identities of the undercover agents, but that there are so many undercover agents in the Drug Enforcement Administration that he can't remember so many people without checking the intranet.
Because there are too many undercover agents, the Drug Enforcement Administration has made a lot of jokes.
Most famously, a DEA police officer who had been undercover for many years disguised himself as a high grass seller, ready to sell high grass to another person, and then arrest him during the transaction.
Unexpectedly, the buyer of High grass was also an old undercover agent. He informed his superiors about the time and place of the transaction, and planned to capture the seller during the transaction, and forced him to ask the entire high grass network personnel from his mouth.
Isn't this a joke?
On the day of the trade, the plainclothes policemen on both sides beat each other's brains out.
Several police officers were even shot and fell to the ground. It was only after the local special police arrived to investigate the identities of the two parties that they realized that it was a huge misunderstanding.
This incident was widely reported by the media and became an eternal shame for the Drug Enforcement Administration.
Soon, the real information of the undercover agent, the bearded man, was found out.
"This person is undercover... kingpin!"
Stan was refreshed.
Thinking of the grievances between kingpin and Jason, he immediately dismissed the idea of calling the police.
What's wrong with this, this is a good opportunity for the boss to take revenge.
He picked up his coat and drove downstairs to the apartment, then went straight to the fifth floor and knocked on the door of the room.
Jason's old injury has not healed, and he is recuperating in the apartment with peace of mind.
Anyway, he was so idle, so he taught Franklin some basics about firearms.
Seeing Stan's excited expression, he smiled and asked, "Why are you so happy? You found money on the ground."
Stan gasped and said, "Inside information from the Drug Enforcement Administration, kingpin has an action tonight!"
Jason's expression froze instantly.
Stan continued: "He ordered his men to transport all the illegal goods from the gang to the warehouse in Baltimore."
Jason stood on the spot and thought for a moment, and immediately understood kingpin's thoughts.
"Smart decision! New York's crackdown this time is different from the past. The police department will take very heavy shots, and they will never close the net unless they catch a big fish."
"The boss's judgment on the situation is really accurate. Just now, all the senior leaders of the New York Police Department gathered for a meeting. It is imperative to crack down on this matter, and it will be within a day or two."
Stan is a senior government employee, and he also knows the inside information of the police department.
Jason asked, "Have you got the list of fisk's shipments?"
Stan shook his head and said, "No. But the insider said that there is more than a ton of grass alone."
Franklin suddenly said in shock: "One ton of grass! God, according to the black market price of $130 per gram, that's $130 million! That doesn't include other supplies!"
After speaking, he looked at Jason with hot eyes: "Boss, let's do it!"
Putting such a big mouthful of fat on one's mouth, whoever doesn't eat it is a fool.
Jason waved his hand to signal him to calm down.
Then he sat back on the sofa and frowned, as if thinking about the feasibility of this matter.
[Ding! Trigger the task [High Grass Warrior], task reward: 3000 villain points! ]
[Mission introduction: kingpin has a batch of goods worth hundreds of millions of dollars to be delivered to Baltimore. Steal all of fisk's grass and get revenge on your previous boss! ]
The value of this batch of goods was already very attractive, and coupled with the system's pushback, Jason finally couldn't bear it any longer.
He stood up abruptly and said, "Lets Go!"
Franklin and Stanton were instantly delighted.
Jason is very generous to his companions . He believes that after this heist, they will be millionaires.
"Here, here, and here... These dozens of places marked with arrows are the strongholds of the kingpin gang, and the stronghold of Hell's Kitchen is also the headquarters of the gang."
The three sat around, Jason opened Google Map and assigned them a task.
"This is an abandoned factory district in Baltimore City, and it's also where the warehouse is located."
"There are a large number of gang members stationed at the starting point and the ending point, so we can only find a way to start on the way."
Jason swiped the map with his finger, pointing to a location without any surrounding buildings.
"This place is 200 kilometers from New York and about 120 kilometers from the Baltimore factory."
"The biggest danger in doing this is to be afraid of gold and set up an ambush along the way."
"And this is the only way from New York to Baltimore. It is surrounded by a low hillside, without any buildings, and there is no way to hide people."
"So, the mission is like this."
"Stan, you are in charge of preparing the weapons for me. I need two remote-controlled anti-tank mines, and ten C4 plastic explosives."
"Before the action, you need to send a helicopter to scan this area with infrared rays to make sure that no enemy is ambushing here."
"Don't worry, these are all right."