PART 64

Go to Los Angeles to buy 100 million bags and 100 million clothes? I remember that!"

Jason turned around and saw Harleen standing in the doorway, wearing his shirt and leaning against the frame with a half-smile.

Jason tried to maintain his composure and replied, "Yes, that's right. You should buy whatever you want when we go to Los Angeles

As he spoke, his eyes wandered over Harley's bare legs and he couldn't resist the urge to pounce on her like a hungry tiger. They spent the next few hours in bed, exploring each other's bodies with passion

After finishing their morning workout, Jason and Harleen sat down at the dining table for breakfast. Over breakfast, Jason told his comrades about their trip to Los Angeles the following day.

Jason's plan was to head to Los Angeles to make some money . He explained to his friends that they need someone in the ranch that could help them out, which is why he only took Harleen with him.

Franklin, who was sitting across from Jason, couldn't resist making a joke, "Boss, are you taking Harleen to Los Angeles for your honeymoon?".

Jason didn't deny it, and said, "It's half honeymoon, and half work. I need to make some money."

Franklin's joking demeanor quickly turned serious as he suggested that they bring a few more brothers along for safety. He assured Jason that they wouldn't bother them and would stay in the hotel when not on duty.

John, another one of Jason's comrades, also chimed in, indicating that he would like to be a part of the mission.

Jason understood their concerns but assured them that he wasn't an idiot who acted recklessly. He explained that they would be conducting a spot investigation in Los Angeles and would only call for backup if the situation was deemed too difficult for just the two of them.

After hearing Jason's explanation, Franklin and John let go of their worries

John asked, "How are we going to get to Los Angeles if New York is under martial law?"

Jason nodded, "Stan has arranged everything. We'll be taking the DEA's special plane to Los Angeles tomorrow."

"I might be in Los Angeles for a while this time, so I'm leaving things here to you. Make sure to keep an eye on Robert and the group of prisoners."

Jason then looked at John, "I've read and revised the organization's rules and regulations. From now on, all members must follow the rules and regulations strictly. If anyone disobeys the order, you have full authority to dispose of them, including executing them."

"After being a killer for so many years, dealing with a few prisoners shouldn't be a problem," John said confidently.

Jason turned to Franklin and said, "John is in charge of internal affairs for the organization, and you'll assist him. If you encounter any problems that can't be resolved, you can contact me or Stan."

"Don't worry, boss!" Franklin replied.

The following day, the sky was overcast.

Jason and Harley woke up early and got dressed.

They wrapped themselves tightly with a baseball cap, sunglasses, and a mask.

After saying goodbye to John and the others downstairs, they got into the classic car of the Robert family. Franklin was the driver, of course.

Leaving the ranch, they drove for a dozen kilometers on mountain roads to Central Park.

There were only a few passersby running in the morning.

Franklin drove around and spotted a strong man sitting on a park bench.

"That's him," Franklin exclaimed.

The man had given him the C4 explosive in the underground parking lot.

"What's up?" Jason asked.

Franklin pointed to the other side and said, "I know the man sitting on the bench. He's Stan's henchman."

The three got out of the car and walked towards him.

The man raised his head, smiled and nodded at Franklin when he saw him, then set his eyes on Jason. "Mr. Walter, I'm a close associate of Director Norman

Hello."

The man pointed to a remote corner of the park. "Please come with me, the car is over there."

Jason and Harley followed the man, while Franklin stayed behind and waved goodbye. "Boss, have a good time."

The three walked less than a few hundred meters when Jason noticed a police car with a DEA logo parked in a hidden corner of the park. A policewoman in her 30s was sitting in the car.

The associate took out two driver's licenses and explained,

"This is all arranged by Stan. This is the makeup artist of the Drug Enforcement Bureau, and she is also a trustworthy person. We've forged the documents in advance based on the two's appearance, and she will handle the makeup."

Jason took the certificate and saw that the person in the photo looked less than 30% similar to him.

Could makeup bridge such a big gap?

Jason suddenly looked forward to it.

The policewoman's makeup skills were exquisite, and she could transform a person in ten minutes.

Half an hour later, Jason and Harley had completely changed, and they looked more than 90% similar to the photos on the documents.

Jason was filled with admiration and respect. for Stan subordinate

Seated in the back row, Jason and Harley were driven by the cronies to Midtown Manhattan, where they dropped off the policewoman at a random subway entrance before proceeding to the airport.

Despite the early hour, the flow of people in downtown Manhattan was only half of what it used to be. The usual street gangs were nowhere to be seen, replaced instead by SWAT police and heavily armed soldiers.

Throughout the journey to the airport, they encountered more than a dozen checkpoints, with SWAT officers and soldiers carefully inspecting both the passengers and the vehicles. Even though the car was marked with the DEA's logo, they still had to go through thorough security checks.

During Jason's last prison escape, he managed to pass security checkpoints disguised as a police officer. However, it was clear that the authorities had learned from their mistake and tightened their security measures.

Thankfully, Stan had made thorough preparations and the makeup artist's skills were strong enough that Jason and Harley were able to pass through undetected

After a four-hour delay, they finally arrived at the airport. Without going through the security check, the cronies drove the police car directly to the hangar, where a small private jet was parked.

The Drug Enforcement Administration's high-ranking officials are frequently required to travel across the country, and taking a commercial flight would be a waste of time. Therefore, the state-level Drug Enforcement Administration charters several small private jets all year round for the use of these officials.

The private jet in front of them was the personal plane of the New York Drug Enforcement Agency Director Stanfield

The cronie got out of the car and pulled out a cell phone and a credit card from his pocket.

"Stan prepared this for you. The credit card has a limit of 200,000 US dollars. Don't worry, Stan will cover the expenses."

Jason chuckled, finding the person to be quite interesting.