CH-47. Private Jet! Trip to Los Angeles!

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[Mind Control Level 1]

[Prerequisites: Strength, agility, endurance, intelligence, and four attributes must all be over 50 points.]

[Price: 100,000 points.]

"What!"

Jason was completely dumbfounded.

The prerequisites seemed reasonable. As long as the remaining 10 attribute points were added to intelligence, Jason would meet the requirements.

But there was a problem with the price. One hundred thousand points equaled one billion US dollars.

This was just a level 1 superpower—why not just rob the system for its money?

He then checked out the other superpowers.

He found that the price of each superpower was the same, starting at 100,000 points.

Shit!

Jason's expression was terrible, and his mentality was collapsing!

Now, let alone 100,000 points, he couldn't even get 10 points.

At that moment, the system updated the Super Power Mall, seemingly just to mess with his mood.

Jason complained for a while, then changed his mindset.

One billion dollars for a superpower didn't seem too much.

Even if it was sold at double the price, it would probably be snapped up by governments and wealthy people around the world.

Jason frowned and bit his fingers.

He was thinking about where to go to make some money.

It seemed that what he said yesterday was too ambitious. If he allowed Stan to intervene in the battle for the New York underground market, ten billion dollars would probably be earned in a month or so.

"Hmm... why don't I go talk to Stan again?"

As soon as this thought crossed his mind, Jason dismissed it.

It was so fucking embarrassing!

He had spoken with full confidence yesterday, but if he contacted Stan now, it would be like slapping himself in the face.

"Oh! Sorry Stan, I didn't think this through yesterday. Let's sit down and discuss it."

The thought of saying that gave Jason goosebumps.

"No, I have to find another way to make money."

After lying in bed for a while, thinking deeply, he quietly got out of bed, walked out the door, and called Stan.

"Good morning, Stan!"

"Jason, what's up with you calling so early?"

"Hehe, nothing much. I just need you to help me and Harley get out of New York."

"You're leaving New York?" Stan wondered.

'Didn't you say before that you wanted to live an idyllic life for a while? But it's only been a day, and you're already bored?'

"You can, but... may I ask why?"

Jason rolled his eyes and replied, "Well, Harley told me she wanted to go shopping."

"Girls love to dress up and look pretty, so I have to buy her some bags and clothes."

Stan was even more confused, "Uh... don't they sell that stuff at the New York Mall?"

"New York's just entered a state of emergency. Even if she changes her clothes, she can't go shopping in a big way, so I plan to take her on a long trip. I think Los Angeles is a good place."

"Los Angeles... okay." Stan agreed to Jason's request without thinking too much.

"Tomorrow morning, you and Harley will disguise yourselves and head to Central Park in the Hudson Valley. I'll send my men to pick you up and take you to the airport, where you'll board the DEA's special plane to Los Angeles."

"Okay, that's settled."

Jason hung up the phone excitedly.

The army had already been stationed in New York. Causing trouble there at this time would be suicidal.

So, Jason decided to head to Los Angeles to see if there was a way to make a fortune.

"Oh wow!"

Suddenly, a strange laugh came from behind him.

"Let's go to Los Angeles, buy a few bags, and some clothes... I'll remember that!"

Jason turned around.

He saw Harlin, wearing his shirt, leaning against the door frame, smiling at him.

Jason didn't even blush and responded confidently, "Buy them! I'll get them when we get to Los Angeles!"

After saying that, he lunged at her like a hungry tiger.

After finishing their morning exercises, they went downstairs and sat at the dining table for breakfast.

Jason informed them that he was going to Los Angeles the next day.

The reason he was bringing only Harley was that there needed to be someone in charge of the ranch.

Franklin blinked, wearing an expression that everyone understood, and smiled, "Boss, are you going to Los Angeles for your honeymoon?"

Jason didn't hide it and replied directly, "Half of it is for the honeymoon, and the other half is to make some money."

There were hundreds of cool superpowers in front of him, but he couldn't afford them, only able to watch. That feeling was torturous.

At that moment, Jason's desire for money was greater than ever before.

If he wanted to make money, he first had to act.

Franklin immediately stopped smiling and asked seriously, "Isn't it too dangerous for the two of you? Why not bring a few more brothers along? Don't worry, we'll stay in the hotel unless there's a mission, and we'll definitely not disturb your honeymoon."

John also looked up at Jason, signaling that he should take him along on this mission.

Jason understood their concerns and waved his hand, signaling them to calm down.

"Don't worry, I'm not a fool who only knows how to act recklessly. This time, when we go to Los Angeles, we'll first conduct a reconnaissance. If it's not too difficult, the two of us can handle it. If it is, I'll call you in advance and let you know to come over."

After hearing Jason's explanation, both Franklin and John finally relaxed.

John asked, "New York is under martial law. How did you...understand, Stan?"

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

"I estimate I'll be staying in Los Angeles for a while, so I'll leave matters here to you. You must keep an eye on Robert, his wife, and the group of prisoners."

Jason looked at John again and said, "I've read the organizational rules and regulations and have made a few changes. From now on, all actions of the organization members must strictly follow the rules. Anyone who disobeys orders will be dealt with, and you can take full responsibility, including executing them."

"After being a killer for so many years, I can handle a few criminals." John said confidently.

Jason turned to Franklin, "John is in charge of internal affairs; you'll assist him. If you encounter any problems that can't be solved, contact me and Stan."

"Don't worry, Boss!"

The next day, the sky was gray.

Jason and Harley woke up early and got dressed.

They wrapped themselves tightly with baseball caps, sunglasses, and masks.

They went downstairs to say goodbye to John and the others, then got into Robert and his wife's old car. The driver was, naturally, Franklin.

After leaving the ranch, they drove along the mountain road for more than ten kilometers to reach Central Park.

Looking around, there were only a few joggers in the morning.

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

"It's him." Franklin exclaimed.

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

"What's wrong?" Jason asked.

Franklin pointed at the person and said, "I know the man sitting on the bench. He's Stan's confidant."

The three of them got out of the car and walked toward him.

The man looked up, smiled, and nodded at Franklin before turning his gaze to Jason, "Mr. Walter, I'm Director Norman's confidant."

"Hello."

The man pointed to a remote corner of the park and said, "Please follow me. The car is over there."

Jason and Harley followed the man while Franklin stayed behind and waved, "Have fun, Boss."

The three of them walked a few hundred meters before Jason noticed a police car with a DEA logo parked in a secluded corner of the park. A female police officer in her 30s was sitting inside.

The confidant took out two driver's licenses and explained, "This was all arranged by Stan. This is a makeup artist from the Drug Enforcement Administration, and she's trustworthy. Based on your appearance, we've forged your licenses in advance and asked her to do your makeup."

Jason took the ID and examined it. He noticed that the person in the photo looked less than 30% similar to him.

Could such a huge difference be covered by makeup?

Jason suddenly felt a little excited.

The policewoman's makeup skills were very advanced, and she finished in just over ten minutes.

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

Jason was deeply impressed.

The two sat in the back seat, and the confidant drove them to Midtown Manhattan first, dropped the policewoman off at a subway entrance, then drove to the airport.

Though it was still early, the flow of people in downtown Manhattan had reduced by more than half compared to usual.

Even the gangs that roamed the streets had disappeared, replaced by armed special police and soldiers.

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

Even though the car had the DEA logo, the SWAT officers and soldiers still stopped it and carefully checked both the vehicle and its passengers.

Last time, Jason had gotten through a checkpoint by disguising himself as a policeman, but apparently, they had learned their lesson.

Fortunately, Stan had been well-prepared, and the makeup artist's skills were top-notch, so Jason and Harley managed to get through safely.

After a four-hour delay, they finally arrived at the airport.

Without going through security, the confidant drove the police car directly to a hangar where a small private plane was parked.

The bigwigs at the DEA are very busy and often need to fly around the country. Taking commercial flights would be a waste of time, so the DEA charters several small private planes for their exclusive use.

The private jet in front of them was the personal plane of New York's DEA Director, Stanfield.

The confidant got out of the car and pulled out a mobile phone and a credit card.

"This is what Stan prepared for you. This card has a credit limit of $200,000. Don't worry, Stan will take care of the payment."

Jason chuckled, thinking that this guy was quite interesting.

Jason put away his things, then took out the plain-looking phone and said, "This phone that Stan prepared must have some special functions."

The confidant replied, "Of course. This phone has a special chip built in. In addition to the common anti-eavesdropping functions, it also has an IP address changer."

"When you make a call, the chip will automatically assign a virtual IP address to hide your real location. Currently, no one can crack this technology internationally."

This would prevent monitoring and positioning, which was a good thing.

"That's all Stan had to say. If you need anything else, feel free to call him, and we'll coordinate with the Los Angeles DEA to provide you with assistance."

"Yes, I will."

The confidant waved goodbye and drove off.

Jason took Harley's hand and boarded the plane.

There were more than 20 empty seats, with only the two of them aboard—not even a flight attendant.

Though it was a private jet, the cabin was plain, with nothing to do with luxury.

Harley looked around excitedly, "Honey! This is my first time on a private jet!"

Jason put his arm around her shoulders and smiled, "When I was in the gang, I rode on Kingpin's private jet. His plane was decorated very luxuriously, with professional stewardesses, champagne collections, a shower room, and a huge bedroom."

Harley was fascinated, her face showing longing and envy.

Jason kissed her gently, "I promise, we will have all those things in the future."

Harley smiled at Jason, then rushed over and kissed him passionately.

At that moment, the pilot came over and asked, "Sir, can we take off now?"

Jason turned around and smiled, "Sure!"

Twenty minutes later, the plane entered the runway and took off for its destination, Los Angeles.

At first, Harley was very excited.

But less than half an hour later, she yawned and fell asleep, leaning on Jason's shoulder.

She had gone crazy last night and woke up before dawn this morning, so she definitely hadn't gotten enough sleep.

Jason folded down the two rows of seats and lay back, browsing the system mall.

In less than ten minutes, he also felt sleepy.

He casually added 10 attribute points to his intelligence, then closed his eyes to rest. Los Angeles was still 6 hours away.

[Level: 10 (2670/10000)]

[Strength 63 → 63]

[Agility 50 → 50]

[Stamina 50 → 50]

[Intelligence 40 → 50]

[Remaining attribute points: 0]

[Reputation: 1158 → 1319]