CH-49. The Black Organization! Vermouth!

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He used the money to win over his subordinates, build up his power, and eventually became Kingpin's right-hand man.

When both of their careers reached their peak, conflicts finally arose.

In the process of interacting with Jason, Christine witnessed his methods and experienced the ultimate pleasure of controlling other people's lives and deaths.

This feeling was so addictive that Christine's ambition began to expand, and she even started to despise her profession as an actress.

She became cautious in her actions, always smiling when meeting people and wearing revealing clothes, even in rain or snow, to let a group of lecherous men comment on her.

Shortly after winning the Best Actress award, she announced her indefinite retirement from the film industry and persuaded Jason to kill Kingpin so that they could become the king and queen of the New York underworld.

Jason was terrified when he heard such a crazy idea.

After a huge fight, Christine decided to go it alone.

She moved to Los Angeles and established a criminal organization there.

Because she loved the color black and had a passion for fine wine, all members of her organization wore black suits or windbreakers, and the code names of the organization's top brass were all named after wines.

Her own code name came from her favorite liquor, absinthe.

The English name is Vermouth, meaning "Vermouth."

After reading the memories implanted in his mind, Jason sighed helplessly.

It would be a shame if the system wasn't used to create a magical love idol drama.

"Honey! I'm done eating. We can go out now."

Harley put on exquisite makeup and carried her favorite handbag.

Jason walked over to the sofa and sat down, "Let's put today's plans on hold. I might need to visit an old friend."

"Do you have any friends in Los Angeles?" Harley asked, confused, remembering he had said this was his first time in the city.

"Yes. A familiar stranger."

Jason took out his cell phone and dialed her number skillfully.

According to the memory implanted by the system, the two hadn't been in contact for over a year. But the phone numbers of both parties had long been etched deep in their hearts and would never be forgotten.

Ugh, this damn sour smell of love.

Less than one kilometer from the Four Seasons Hotel stood an 8,000-square-meter mansion worth 34.5 million dollars. The mansion, located halfway up the mountain in Beverly Hills, had a garden and infinity pool. Standing outside, one could overlook the beautiful scenery of Los Angeles.

In the magnificent and luxurious bedroom,

Christine sat in front of the dressing table in a black nightgown, her long, beautiful legs crossed.

Ding-ling-ling!

The cell phone rang.

She picked up the phone, looked at the caller ID on the screen, and her brows immediately furrowed.

'********'

Why is it a string of asterisks?

Christine was confused.

This was her private number. Not even her assistant or the top leaders of her criminal organization knew it.

Did someone dial the wrong number?

Being cautious, she decided not to answer the call.

Ding-ling-ling!

But the phone rang again shortly after, with the same string of asterisks showing on the caller ID.

"Shit!"

Christine cursed and picked up the phone, waiting for the other party to speak first without saying a word.

A stiff, mechanical voice came from the other end, "Should I call you Christine or Vermouth?"

Upon hearing this, Vermouth's pupils contracted, her body stiffened, and she looked completely stunned.

She wasn't surprised the other party knew her real name—many enthusiastic fans did.

But the name Vermouth was her deepest secret. It was the code name of the leader of an emerging criminal organization in Los Angeles.

It took Vermouth only three years to establish the organization.

To hide her identity, she had always used disguises in front of the organization's top leaders. Even her most trusted subordinates had never seen her true face.

Yet the person on the other end of the phone had revealed her secret. How could she not be shocked?

Once this information got out, her entire business would be ruined.

The movie queen was truly a queen. In an instant, Vermouth adjusted her mindset and asked in a calm tone, tinged with doubt, "Who are you? Did you dial the wrong number?"

A chuckle came from the other end, "How sad! You can't even recognize your old friend's voice."

Vermouth cursed, "You used a voice changer. There's no way I could tell."

Jason turned off the voice changer and asked, "Now, can you tell who I am?"

Vermouth frowned, hesitated for two seconds, and then suddenly felt relieved.

The next second, she became excited and gritted her teeth, saying angrily, "Jason, you damned bastard."

"Hahaha, great! After three years apart, you can still recognize my voice."

Vermouth snorted coldly and said sarcastically, "What do you mean by calling me on an encrypted phone? Oh, I remember now. You're being chased by the New York police and can't go any further, so you thought of me?"

In the hotel, Jason's expression suddenly became a little strange.

Does this silly girl never watch the news?

"You're too outdated. I suggest you turn on the TV and watch the news more often."

"News?"

Vermouth walked into the living room, picked up the remote control, and turned on the TV.

"What's wrong with the news? Were you caught by the police and wanted to find someone to go down with you?"

Jason pulled the phone away from his ear. He never liked to argue with people. Once Vermouth saw the news, she would understand how ignorant her assumptions were.

The TV anchor was discussing Jason and the Joker organization.

To highlight the danger of the Joker organization, the host revealed information about Jason and the organization's members.

All the prisoners imprisoned at Long Island Prison were guilty of heinous crimes. The thirty or so people who joined the Joker organization were the best among them.

Not only were they ruthless and murderous, but they were also experts in various fields.

There were hackers proficient in computers, doctors skilled in surgery, and killers expert in shooting...

It was hard to imagine the horrible chemical reaction that would occur when such a group of genius criminals gathered together.

Vermouth watched for a few minutes and finally understood Jason's situation.

Although Jason was now the most wanted criminal in the United States, his overall strength had far surpassed his days in the gang, especially with the criminals under his command, who made Belmore salivate.

"Okay, I get it."

Christine suddenly felt irritated, "You called me just to show off your achievements, right?"

He escaped from prison, fooled the police, and now had recruited a large number of capable people.

If you suddenly call your ex-girlfriend after several years of no contact, anyone would think you were showing off.

"Show off? I'm not that boring." Jason shook his head, speechless, "This can't be explained in a few words. Let's meet face to face."

"You want me to go to New York?" Christine chuckled, "You're too dangerous. Do you think I'd be stupid enough to send myself to you?"

Jason sighed, "Ah... It's only been three years, and there's no trust left between us?"

Vermouth asked, "What do you think?"

"Okay. To tell you the truth, I'm not in New York right now. I'm in Los Angeles."

Christine showed a surprised expression, "Is this true? The New York police and army have set up a tight net, and you managed to escape?"

"We'll find out if it's true once we meet. I'm at the Four Seasons Hotel in Beverly Hills. Come find me."

"Beverly Hills?" Vermouth frowned slightly. This seemed like too much of a coincidence.

After a moment's hesitation, she agreed, "Okay, we'll talk later."

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Four Seasons Hotel

Jason hung up the phone, an expectant smile on his face.

'I wonder what kind of surprise this woman will bring me.'

He turned around to find Harley leaning next to him, looking at him curiously.

"Your friend... is a woman?"

Jason nodded, "Yeah, what's wrong?"

Harley asked, confused, "You've never been to Los Angeles. How do you have friends, especially female ones?"

"It's a long story..."

Jason told Harley about his past with Christine.

Harley listened carefully, then frowned, "So, she's your first love?"

Jason was a little confused, "Harley, your focus is very strange. A normal person would be surprised to hear that the Oscar-winning actress is actually the leader of a criminal organization."

"Really?" Harley pouted and walked away without further comment.

Jason was more confused than ever.

She was fine a moment ago. Why did she suddenly get angry?

But Jason didn't have time to comfort her now. His thoughts were entirely focused on what kind of surprise Christine would bring when she arrived.