Part 2

Jason's scalp tingled and his muscles tensed as he felt a wave of anxiety wash over him. He forced a smile and replied,

"Boss, that's a big joke. Everyone in the New York underground knows that Vanessa is your woman. Even if I had ten times more courage, I wouldn't dare do anything to her."

Kingpin Bin said calmly, "But on the third day I left New York, you and Vanessa had a candlelight dinner at an English restaurant."

"On the fourth day, you both went shopping on Fifth Avenue and saw an art exhibition."

"On the fifth day, you went to Vanessa's house to show off your cooking skills, and after dinner you give Vanessa a box of her favorite milk chocolates."

Kingpin's speech was neither hasty nor slow, neither happy nor sad, but content of what he said made Jason's heart rise to his throat.

Jason vowed that he had not divulged any information about his relationship with Vanessa to anyone. To avoid being recognized, he took precautions when going out, such as wearing sunglasses, masks, and hats. He never used his own car when going out he used a taxi, and paid for his meals with cash instead of swiping a credit card. He thought he had concealed this matter enough, but he didn't expect Kingpin to discover it. Jason's face became serious, his heart rate increased, and he clenched his other hand tightly.

"You spent the afternoon with Vanessa in your room this afternoon. Answer my question, Jason. How does it feel to be in bed with Vanessa?"

Jason realized that worrying was futile now that this had happened. Having been Kingpin's deputy for many years, he knew him better than anyone else. There was no other way between them except for life or death.

He grabbed the phone and laughed morbidly, "Do you want to know the answer, Wilson ? The answer is the woman who sleeps with you, that feels so good!"

There was a loud noise from the loudspeaker, and Kingpin Bing roared, "FUCK YOU, Jason!"

Jason shook his head, imagining Kingpin Bing's fury. "By the way, Kingpin , Vanessa told me that you behaved badly in bed, just like a little virgin. If I exposed this news, the whole of New York would be shocked. The legendary Kim Bing is actually a little virgin. Hahahaha!"

"FUCK YOU! You are finished! You are dead!" Kingpin lost control of his emotions, on the verge of going wild.

But Jason was not afraid, and he added more fuel to the fire, "Hmm, I'm still alive and well. If you have the ability, hit me through the phone."

There was a crackling sound on the other end of the phone. After a while, Kingpin regained his composure and panted, "Don't worry, Jason, I have sent Vladimir to find you."

Jason frowned, rushed to the window, opened it, and looked downstairs. Five or six black Chevrolet commercial vehicles stopped on the avenue not far away. Two dozen masked men carrying guns walked out of the car.

"Hahaha, they should be here by now," Kingpin said proudly.

"But I regret it now, Jason...run away quickly, don't let Vladimir kill you. I swear to God, I will find you myself, crush your bones, cut your filthy things and throw them into a meat grinder..."

"Fuck you, Fat Son of a Bitch!" Jason cursed and then slammed his phone against the wall.

The legendary Nokia phone turned into a pile of parts and left a small pothole on the concrete wall.

Dinge

A notification appeared,

triggering a mission [ mission : escape from the Russian Mafia with a reward of 500 villains.]

[ reminder.: enemy will reach hear in 30 seconds]

"Thanks for the reminder," Jason muttered under his breath and rushed into the bedroom.

He had been puzzled earlier as to why Kingpin was so talkative, but now he realized that he was just trying to buy time. Jason couldn't underestimate his intelligence, despite his bulky build.

Inside the bedroom, Jason quickly got dressed, discarding his bathrobe. Vanessa had already woken up and was admiring his figure with great interest.

Jason's chiseled body was a sight to behold, with broad shoulders, a well-defined chest, and abs as hard as steel, dark blonde hair However, what truly captivated Vanessa were the numerous scars crisscrossing Jason's body, each one with a unique story.

But Jason didn't have time for her attention at the moment. "Don't be a nympho," he chided. "Wilson has found out about us, and the people chasing us will be here any moment."

Vanessa's face turned pale with shock.

Vanessa was about to ask Jason some questions when he suddenly grabbed the Simmons mattress with both hands and lifted it up. She rolled to the ground, still wrapped in the quilt.

"FUCK YOU, Jason..." Vanessa cursed as she got up from the ground and covered her head, but before she could scold him further, Jason pulled out a shotgun from the belly of the bed.

Vanessa's eyes widened in shock and she swallowed her words.

Being in the gang industry, Jason knew the importance of having an escape plan. He had hidden a large amount of weapons and ammunition in the belly of the bed in the master bedroom, including a Benelli M4 Super 90 Shotgun, a Colt M4A1 Carbine, two Beretta M9 pistols, each gun equipped with three magazines full of bullets, two MK3A2 offensive grenades, a SOV-3000 Full Protection Body Armor, an 80m high-strength descending rope, and a bulky black travel bag.

Jason calmly picked up the 8kg bulletproof vest and put it on, which had been stuffed with three layers of ceramic bulletproof plates in advance, providing level 4 protection against armor-piercing bullets. Meanwhile, Vanessa, who was still in shock, couldn't help but feel a sense of fear thinking about how they had spent the afternoon on top of a grenade.

She realized that Jason and his associates were all lunatics, and decided it was best to stay away from them in the future. With a dark face, Vanessa picked up her clothes from the ground, wrapped herself in the quilt, and left the apartment barefoot.

As Kinpgin's woman, Vanessa knew that Vladimir dared not touch her.