Marvel’s Big Villain

Chapter 62: private plane! Los Angeles Trip!

"Go to Los Angeles to buy 100 million bags, 100 million clothes... I remember it!"

Jason turned around.

I saw Harlin was wearing his shirt, leaning against the door frame, looking at him with a half-smile.

Jason didn't blush, and said righteously, "Buy it! Buy it when you go to Los Angeles!"

After he finished speaking, he used a hungry tiger to pounce on the food.

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After the two finished their morning exercise, they went downstairs to sit at the dining table for breakfast.

Jason told them about going to Los Angeles tomorrow.

The reason why he only took Harry there is because there must be a comrade in the ranch.

Franklin blinked, showing an expression everyone knew, and said with a smile, "Boss, are you going to Los Angeles for your honeymoon?"

Jason didn't hide it, and said directly: "Half the honeymoon, the other half want to go to Los Angeles to get some money."

Hundreds of crazy and cool superpowers are in front of you, but you can't afford it and can only watch it. This feeling is really torturous.

Jason's desire for money at this time is more than any time before.

If you want to make money, you have to do things first.

Franklin immediately put away his smile and asked seriously: "If you make money, is it too dangerous for the two of you, so you should bring a few more brothers with you. Don't worry, we'll stay in the hotel when we're not on duty, and we won't be disturbed. You are on your honeymoon."

John also raised his head to look at Jason, meaning that you should take me with you for this kind of task.

Both of them were worried, Jason understood very well. He waved his hand to signal them to take it easy.

"Don't worry, I'm not an idiot who can only act recklessly. This time I go to Los Angeles to conduct a spot investigation. If the difficulty is low, the two of us will do it ourselves. If the difficulty is high, we will call in advance to notify you. ."

After listening to Jason's explanation, the two let go of their worries.

John asked, "New York is under martial law, how do you... get it, Steinfeld."

Jason nodded: "Yes, Stan has arranged everything. We will take the DEA's special plane to Los Angeles tomorrow."

"I guess I'll be in Los Angeles this time for a long time, so I'll leave the matter here to you. Be sure to show me the Roberts and the group of prisoners."

Jason looked at John again: "I have read and revised the organization's rules and regulations. From now on, all actions of the members of the organization must be carried out in strict accordance with the rules and regulations. If someone dares to disobey the order, you can have full authority. Disposal includes executing them."

"After being a killer for so many years, a few prisoners can still be dealt with." John believed himself.

Jason turned to look at Franklin again: "John is in charge of the internal affairs of the organization. You assist him. If you encounter troubles that cannot be resolved, you can contact me and Stan."

"Don't worry, boss!"

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The next day, the sky was overcast.

Jason and Harley get up early and get dressed.

Wrap yourself tightly with a baseball cap, sunglasses and a mask.

Go downstairs to say goodbye to John and others, and then get into the classic car of the Roberts. The driver is naturally Franklin.

Leaving the ranch, he drove a dozen kilometers of mountain roads to Central Park.

Looking around, there were only a few passersby who were running in the morning.

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

"It's him." Franklin exclaimed.

That person was the one who handed him the C4 explosive in the underground parking lot.

"What's wrong?" Jason asked.

Franklin pointed to the other side and said, "I know the man sitting on the bench. He is 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, and 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 Harry left with the man, and Franklin stayed where he was and waved goodbye: "Boss, have a good time."

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

The cronies 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 he is also a trustworthy person. According to the appearance of the two, we have forged the documents in advance and let her In charge of makeup."

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

Can you make up for such a big gap with makeup?

Jason was suddenly looking forward to it.

The policewoman's makeup skills are very exquisite, and she can paint a person in ten minutes.

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

Jason was convinced with admiration.

The two sat in the back row, and the cronies drove to Midtown Manhattan, dropped the policewoman at a random subway entrance, and then drove to the airport.

Although it was still early in the morning, the flow of people in downtown Manhattan had halved compared to the past.

Even the gangsters roaming the streets and alleys disappeared, replaced by SWAT police and soldiers with live ammunition.

On the way to the airport, Jason met more than a dozen checkpoints along the way.

Even though the DEA's logo was sprayed on the car, the SWAT officers and soldiers who were in charge of the inspection stopped the car and checked the people and vehicles carefully.

The last time he was in prison, Jason passed the security checkpoint all the way by disguising as a policeman. Obviously this time they learned a lesson.

Fortunately, Stan was well prepared and the makeup artist's skills were strong enough that Jason and Harley were able to get in without any risk.

After four full hours of 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 bosses of the Drug Enforcement Administration are busy with their work, and they often need to fly around the country. It is obviously unrealistic to take a civil aviation plane to waste time.

Therefore, the state-level Drug Enforcement Administration will charter several small private jets all year round for the use of those bigwigs.

And the private plane in front of me is the special plane of the New York Drug Enforcement Agency Director Stanfield.

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

"This is prepared by Stan for you. This credit card has a credit limit of 200,000 US dollars. Don't worry, Stan will pay for it anyway."

Jason laughed, thinking that this person is interesting.

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One good news, one bad news.

The good news is that this book has not been abandoned by the editor and has already received the next round of recommendations.

The bad news is that it has no app recommendations.

Heart hurts!

Brothers, don't you quickly support a wave and comfort the poor street writer?

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