CH-45. The Prison Break Incident Continues!

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Harlin had already taken a shower and was waiting at the dining table with the meal prepared.

Jason, who was very hungry, sat down and immediately began eating.

Harleen's cooking skills were average, but Jason still praised her, "I swear, this is the best meat pie I've ever eaten."

Harleen chuckled, "Then you should thank the toaster oven!"

Jason froze for a moment, then immediately choked on his meat pie.

"Eat slowly!"

Harleen ran barefoot to fetch Jason some water.

Only then did Jason realize that Harleen was wearing a white silk pajama set, which appeared to be an older style and must have been borrowed from Mrs. Robert.

"What's wrong?" Harleen asked as she returned with a glass of water.

Jason's breathing became rapid, his eyes blazing as he stared at her.

With a gulp, he forced down the meat pie the stood up and walked towards Harleen with clear list in his eyes.

Seeing the lust in his eyes, Harleen smiled.

"You know what is going to happen now, right?" Jason said and held Harleen from her waist, placing his hands on her big ass, molding them to his liking.

"Umm~ Yes, I know." Harleen replied while enjoying Jason's touch.

Hearing her Jason smiled and sealed Harleen's lips, kissing her fiercely. Their lips met and they started kissing each other passionately.

"Mmmm~💋 Slurp~ Mmmm~💋 Slurp~"

Jason's hands were molding Harleen's big jiggly ass, it was so soft and sexy. After molding it for a while, Jason pulled her pajama down, revealing Harleen's naked ass without any panty.

"Ummm~💋 Yes~"

Without saying anything, Jason digged his hand inside the crack of her ass, coming in touch on her pussy and her asshole. Her pussy was already wet but Jason didn't touched it on the other hand he without any warning inserted his middle finger inside her asshole.

"Ohhhh~ Jasonnn~"

Feeling a big finger inside her asshole, Harleen moaned loudly as she hugged Jason tightly. At first she was feeling pain but soon the pain was converted into pleasure.

"Your ass hole is really right~" Jason said and started fingering her asshole.

"Aaahhh~ Ohhhh~ Aaahhh~ Ohhhh~"

Without every moment Jason was hitting her G-spot inside her asshole, sending a pleasure that was heavenly to Harleen.

After a whole 2 minutes of asshole fingering, Harleen was close to cumming.

"Ohhhhh~ I am~ I am cummmingggggg~"

Squirt~ Squirt~ Squirt~ Squirt~

With a erotic sound, Harleen came like crazy. It was her first time cumming like this, she felt really amazing. She hugged Jason to rest for sometime.

Spank~

"Ummm~"

Jason spanked her ass, making Harleen to moan softly.

"Don't rest because things are just getting started~" He said and took Harleen in her arms and walked towards the bedroom.

"Gulp~ Y-Yes." Hearing him, Harleen gulped her saliva nervously but with excitement mixed in it.

After reaching the room, Jason placed Harleen on the bed and started taking off his clothes to which Harleen followed him and also took of her clothes.

"So big~" Harleen exclaimed looking at the big cock of Jason.

"Thanks for the compliment." With a smile, Jason replied, came near Harleen who was sitting on the bed with his cock in front of her mouth.

"Now suck it." Jason ordered and pushed his cock forward, touching Harleen's lips.

"Hmmm~" Feeling his cock on her lips, Harleen moaned lightly and opened her mouth, taking his tip inside, taking a taste of his cock.

"Oh~" Jason said with a smile as Harleen took her cock inside her mouth and held her head and pushed his remaining cock inside her mouth, reaching her throat and started fucking her mouth without any mercy.

"Ghak~ Slurp~ Ghak~ Slurp~"

Chocking voices started to come out from Harleen's mouth and a look of escatsy appeared on her face, her eyes rolled back and saliva dripped from the corner of her mouth.

'He is so big~' Harleen thought and just held Jason waist for support and let Jason do whatever he wants.

"Ghak~ Slurp~ Ghal~ Slurp~ Ghak~"

After a whole 3 minutes Jason with a last thrust came inside Harleen's mouth, filling mouth with his thuck cum.

"Mhhhh~ Slurp~ Gulp~ Muah~ So delicious~"

Harleen said with a seductive face as she gulped his cum without wasting a single drop.

Seeing this Jason pinned Harleen on the bed turned her around and penetrated her pussy, breaking her hymen and reaching inside her womb.

"Hnghhhhhh~" Harleen moaned loudly and held the bedsheet tightly as she felt pain and extreme pleasure at the same time.

"Shhhh~ It's fine." Coming closer of her ear, Jason whispered softly and licked her ear, "You know your pussy is the best, it's tight, plump and it wraps around my cock perfectly."

Hearing him, Harleen felt happy and she became relaxed as the pain disappeared completely and only pleasure remained.

"Hmm~ I am fine now, so you can continue~" Harleen said as she moved her ass, signaling Jason.

Hearing her, Jason smiled and started thrusting inside her pussy.

Thap~ Thap~ Thap~ Thap~

"Ohhhhh~ Hnghhh~ Ohhhhh~ Hnghhh~"

With every thrust, Jason was entering her womb, send her extreme pleasure.

"Ohhhhh~ Honey, it feels so gooodddddd~"

"Yeah, me to."

"Hnghhhhhh~ Fuck me harder, Honeyyyyyy~"

"Don't worry, I will not let you sleep tonight."

"Ohhhhh~ Hnghhhhh~ Yessssss~"

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The sky cleared after the rain.

Soft sunlight streamed into the bedroom through the glass windows.

Jason lay alone in bed, his expression calm and peaceful. Only when he was asleep, relaxed both physically and mentally, did he appear so innocent.

The sunlight slowly moved up from the foot of the bed until it reached Jason's face.

He frowned, instinctively blocking the sunlight with his hand, then slowly opened his sleepy eyes.

He was so exhausted that he had slept until noon.

Stretching his arms out, he realized that Harleen had already left.

"Ah~~" Jason yawned with satisfaction, then got out of bed and walked to the fitness area in his underwear. He immediately set the weight of the fitness equipment to the maximum.

Like Kingpin, Jason began every morning with a vigorous workout to wake up his body.

Fitness equipment that could handle full weight was nothing compared to his strength of 63 points.

After half an hour of intense exercise, sweat began to bead on his skin.

Jason stripped off his sweat-soaked clothes and headed to the bathroom for a hot shower.

When he came out of the bathroom, he saw Harleen walking in, wearing a beautiful short skirt and carrying a few handbags.

Jason was slightly stunned and asked in surprise, "It's only been half a day, and you've already gone shopping?"

Harleen explained, "I was very tired last night, and I just got up not long ago. Mrs. Robert went out to buy these clothes this morning."

She added, "Don't worry! Franklin drove her there."

Jason nodded, walked over, and opened one of the bags. Inside was a high-end black suit.

He changed quickly, and as he did, Harleen stood beside him, admiring his figure with great interest.

"Why? You watched it all night yesterday, and you still haven't had enough?"

Harleen smiled, saying playfully, "One night is not enough. A lifetime is almost enough."

Once he was dressed, a handsome thug in a suit stood before her.

Harleen stepped forward to adjust his tie, "The waistline is still a little off. I guess I'll have to find someone to tailor it for you next time."

Jason, indifferent to clothing details, said nonchalantly, "As long as it fits, it's fine."

Even if a rich person wears a T-shirt that costs only a few dollars, they are still rich. A loser in a thousand-dollar suit is still a loser. Clothes don't change that.

Harleen disagreed with his perspective, "You're the leader of the Joker Organization now. You need to pay attention to your image."

"By the way, I've given up my past identity, and it's no longer appropriate to use my old name. Last night, I thought of a new name for myself."

"Harley Quinn."

"Do you think it sounds nice?"

Jason smiled, "It sounds great! It suits you perfectly."

"Thank you!" Harley beamed.

The two made their way to the restaurant on the first floor of the villa, just in time for Mrs. Robert to finish setting up lunch.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Walter, lunch is ready for you and your friends." Mrs. Robert greeted, bowing respectfully.

Jason had once been a moody person, but now, after killing Kingpin and taking power, no one knew how violent he might become. As a result, Robert and his wife were extremely cautious in everything they did.

"Mm."

Jason walked straight to the dining table, and Mrs. Robert tactfully left the villa.

Seated at the head of the table, Jason surveyed the room, which included Franklin, John, and Harley.

If Stan were here, the group would be complete.

The four of them chatted while eating.

Franklin reported, "Boss, I went shopping with Robert and his wife this morning. She was very reserved and didn't do anything suspicious."

John set down his knife and fork, "The prisoners are the same. They've been riding horses, playing with guns, and playing cards all morning. It seems like they're treating this place like a resort."

Jason chewed a piece of steak, "They just got out of jail. They probably won't cause trouble in the short term, but who knows what will happen in the long run?"

"You've been in a killer organization before, so you understand the rules for managing subordinates. Take some time this afternoon to write out the rules. We'll go over them and revise them tonight."

"Without rules, there is no order. In our line of work, we're not afraid of god-like opponents, but we're afraid of teammates who are like pigs. We need to establish strict regulations to manage our subordinates properly."

"I understand."

"So what's my mission?" Harley asked.

"You…" Jason thought for a moment, "There's not a very important task right now."

"We just escaped from prison. The police outside must be frantic, so we need to lay low for a while, rest, and enjoy life."

Today, from the governor to the police officers in New York, everyone had a somber expression, with no trace of a smile.

Due to the bombing, they had been patrolling the streets day and night, carefully checking passers-by.

Although the crime rate had dropped to the lowest in history, this move had aroused dissatisfaction among many citizens.

After ten days of hard work, although they hadn't caught the suspect, there had been no further explosions, and all the officers breathed a sigh of relief.

But just as they were about to remove the checkpoints, shocking news came in.

Long Island Prison had been captured by an unknown armed group. More than 700 prison guards were killed, and none survived.

Even more terrifying, an investigation revealed that hundreds of prisoners, including Jason Walter, had escaped, and their whereabouts were unknown.

The media broke the story early that morning, and the public outrage in New York erupted.

Hundreds of thousands of citizens spontaneously protested in front of the New York City government and police headquarters, causing massive traffic jams.

Due to the incompetence of government departments, over 700 serious criminals had escaped from prison. If these people fled to New York City, public safety would be severely threatened.

Many family members of the police officers who died in Long Island Prison joined the protests, demanding compensation.

When the news reached the higher-ups, congressmen and even the president were shocked.

The president immediately held a press conference at the White House, declaring that this was an organized, premeditated terrorist attack.

A full investigation was ordered, heads of departments were held accountable, and a reward was offered for the capture of all the fugitives.

A few hours later, more than a dozen government departments involved in the case, including the Department of Justice, the New York Police Department, and the FBI, publicly apologized, and several senior officials resigned.

There had been a complete reshuffle of the top brass in the U.S. police force.

The new director of the DEA immediately announced on social media that a large number of officers and agents would be transferred to New York to capture the escaped prisoners, including Jason, as quickly as possible.

After lunch, the four sat around the sofa, with Mrs. Robert's freshly ground coffee placed on the root-carved coffee table.

On the big-screen TV, the host was discussing last night's tragedy.

The image being shown was a "bleeding clown" painted on a wall.

"How's it look? My work is beautiful, right?" Harley asked proudly, like a schoolchild waiting for praise after helping an old lady cross the street.

She had intended to just draw a clown's face, but because the blood hadn't coagulated, the pattern looked as if it were dripping with blood.

This made the clown's face even more hideous and terrifying.

Who was the artist behind this painting?

What did the painting represent?

These questions became the focus of police and media discussions.

Some believed it was the work of a mentally ill person. Others thought it was a provocation against the police by the escaped prisoners.

Some speculated it was the symbol of a criminal organization, with the prisoners being members of the group.

At present, the third view had gained more supporters.

But who was the leader of this organization?

What was the organization's purpose?

The police and media could only rely on speculation and blind guesses.