Chapter 21: A black car worth four million dollars

Jason didn't sound like he was joking, and Wesley got nervous.

"What do you want to do? Let me warn you first, I won't reveal any information about kingpin to you. You can do with that video and recording!"

"Heh, I really envy kingpin, who has such a loyal subordinate as you. But don't worry, I don't want to take action against kingpin for the time being. What I need is information about the Biker Party."

"The speeding party?"

Confused by him, Wesley asked suspiciously, "You and the Bikers don't seem to have any grudges, right?"

"No, but I need money now. I heard that the speeding party has made a large number of high-end motorcycles some time ago, and they want to smuggle them to South American countries to sell."

"Yes, are you interested in this batch of motorcycles?"

"Hmph, I'm only interested in money."

"Even if I know the news, why do you think I will reveal it to you?"

"Kingpin's ideal is to purify Hell's Kitchen and New York. Those bikers are the targets he wants to purify. Sooner or later, you and the bikers will have a fight. By revealing information to me, you are helping kingpin."

"No! Now is a special period, and the gangsters in New York must unite against you!"

"Don't talk nonsense! Exchange the information of the Biker Party for your black material, this is my bottom line, otherwise you will spend the rest of your life in prison!"

After speaking, Jason hung up the phone directly.

Wesley is a smart guy, he will make the right choice.

......

After returning to the restaurant to finish breakfast, Jason really received a text message from Wesley.

The content is an address and a sentence.

"Jason! The address has been sent to you, I hope you keep your word! This is the last time I will help you, and the next time we meet will be your death!"

Jason sneered disdainfully.

Yes, the next time we meet will be your death!

The address Wesley sent was very unfamiliar. Jason handed Franklin the phone and asked him if he knew it.

"This address is in the north of the Bronx, which is an abandoned factory."

Abandoned factory?

It's a good place to hide stolen goods.

"Boss, what is this address?"

"There is a stronghold of the New York Motorcycle Party. It is said that there are a large number of high-end motorcycles that have been stolen. We have work to do."

Having a job is equal to having money.

Franklin was suddenly excited.

He's fed up with Dennis, fed up with this kind of life under the fence.

He wants to make money, he wants to move out and live in a big house.

"Boss, what do I need to prepare?"

Jason said: "Well... the gun is in my safe house, and I need a car. You can't use your car, and the police will find it.

"Okay, stealing a car is trivial to me."

"The other thing is to pay attention to disguising my identity. My reward in the black market has risen again. If I reveal my fault, I will be targeted by countless gangsters and killers."

"How much did it go up?"

Franklin was very concerned about the bounty.

"All the gangs in New York joined forces and offered me a reward of $15 million in total."

"what!"

Franklin was frightened by this astronomical figure: "Boss, do you have so many enemies in the underground world?"

Jason explained: "I am an old gangster. I have witnessed and participated in the development of gangs in New York for more than ten years. I know all the high-level gangs in New York, and I know all the bad things they have done."

"If I get caught by the police and tell what I know, it will be a 10-magnitude earthquake for the underground forces in New York. The hundreds of thousands of gang members in New York will all be destroyed, so in order to survive, they must kill me before the police catches me."

Franklin's expression was extremely solemn.

It involves the lives and deaths of hundreds of thousands of people, no wonder those gangsters are crazy.

"Okay boss, I will pay attention."

"Let's split up. You go to the car, and I'll drive your car to get the gun. The meeting point is in the parking lot 3 kilometers away."

.........

Jason drove to the safe house in Queens to get a gun, and then went to the agreed parking lot to wait.

It was getting dark, a Honda S2000 Roadster pulled into the parking lot, and Franklin got out of the car.

Jason got out of the car and asked, "No accident happened."

Franklin shook his head.

"Then get ready for action!"

Jason took the gun out of the car and asked, "Will you shoot?"

Franklin said embarrassedly, "I have a gun, but I can't shoot."

Good marksmanship is fed by bullets. Poor people like him don't have much money to spend on training.

Jason didn't care either. The purpose of their trip was to steal cars, not to kill people.

If all goes well, there should be no need for a gun.

Even if a gun needs to be used, it is enough to have him, Franklin just needs to drive the car well.

The two sat in the S2000, and Franklin was a little excited: "Boss, I found a treasure today."

Jason didn't understand: "Isn't it a broken Honda."

Franklin seriously corrected his prejudice: "This is the Honda S2000, the NO.1 sports car in my mind, there is nothing better."

On the way to the Bronx, Franklin detailed how awesome the car was.

Although his saliva was flying, Jason lacked interest.

For him, a car is just a tool for traveling and flirting with girls.

When there was still one kilometer to the destination, Franklin drove the car into the abandoned factory and hid it, and then took the weapon and touched it quietly.

At this moment, the roar of the engine came from behind.

A heavy truck with a container slowly drives past.

A smile appeared on Jason's face.

The so-called early is worse than the coincidence, this heavy truck must be used to smuggle motorcycle

Taking advantage of the dark night, the two quickly approached the factory.

Among the many abandoned factories, only one is still lit.

More than a dozen burly men with flashy clothes were sitting on motorcycles smoking and chatting.

The heavy truck turned around in the open space, backed up and parked in front of the factory, and put down the car ladder.

The bikers threw away their cigarettes and started to work. They rode high-end motorcycles hidden in the warehouse and loaded them into containers one by one.

Jason, who was hiding in the distance, counted 52 motorcycles in total.

"Franklin, you know cars, can you calculate the total value of these motorcycles?"

"I Can."

Franklin stretched out his fingers and started doing arithmetic on the dusty concrete floor.

Jason was a little speechless: "Can't you just count?"

"Boss, I'm not Chinese."

After five or six minutes of calculation, he finally figured out the result, and he made a mistake twice in the middle.

"52 motorcycles with a total value of nearly 4 million US dollars!"

"you sure?"

Jason has doubts about his arithmetic skills.

"Sure!"

"That's great. Even if the $4 million is a black car, we can still make half of it." Jason was eager to try.

After fixing the motorcycle in the container, he sent a speeding party to the car, and the heavy truck left the factory and slowly drove into the avenue.

Jason and Franklin got back to the car early, and when the heavy truck was about to leave their sight, they started the car and followed.