Chapter 31: Takeaway Service
Of course, Jason had to get Spider-Man Peter away first, so that he wouldn't be scared by the scene after the fog cleared. Jason threw a flying knife towards the exit from which he came.
The flying knife flew very far, and only when it hit a wall was a sound of impact heard.
"Did you hear that sound? Leave in the direction of the sound. You can't see in the thick fog. I'm here to finish what's going on here." Jason said in the direction of Peter.
"Are you sure you don't need my help?" Peter asked. "Although I can't see, my reaction is still very sensitive!"
"There's nothing going on here. If someone is still capable of shooting, I'm afraid you'll be hurt by a stray bullet!" Jason made up an excuse. "I've basically, I'll leave once I find what they're trading. You go first, so I don't have to worry about taking care of you later."
"Okay~ Then you be careful buddy." Peter said and ran towards the previous exit.
Swish~
Another flying knife flew out and nailed the Chameleon Reed who was about to escape to the ground again.
"Okay, mysterious gentleman, I think we should have a good talk." Jason said to Reed, who had already lost a lot of blood.
"What do you want to do?" Reed asked, panting. "I just want to know how many mutants like you there are in the Stanich family." Jason asked the question he wanted to know without any nonsense.
"Haha~ The Stanich family is a bunch of clowns." Reed laughed, seeming to look down on the Stanich family very much.
"It looks like you are not in the same group." Jason could naturally hear the disdain in Reed's tone. If it was someone from the family, how could he speak in such a tone!
"Of course..." Reed seemed to want to say something, and Jason was ready to listen. Just when Jason was a little distracted, something strange happened.
Reed, who was already dying, spit out his tongue at lightning speed. The bright red and smelly tongue flew towards Jason like a red javelin.
Jason subconsciously felt something was wrong when he saw Reed moving again. Jason quickly dodged backwards and subconsciously shot the flying knife in his hand at Reed.
Because of Jason's rapid retreat , when Reed's tongue finally touched Jason, it was already at the end of its strength. For Jason, who was now able to withstand 700 joules of kinetic energy damage, the damage it could cause was just a drizzle, and it didn't even scratch Jason's skin.
However, Jason's flying knife pierced Reed's heart with a whistling sound. When Jason came to his senses, he found that Reed was already dead.
"Oh~ Damn! The clue is broken."
Jason was secretly annoyed that his fighting skills were still not up to standard. But now that the person is dead, it is useless to say anything.
While the thick fog was still there, Jason found a suitcase from the Buick sedan of Mexican drug dealer Harley, which he estimated contained the drug money for the transaction.
After searching in the underground space for a while, Jason found two small suitcases, and he guessed that these were the drugs they were going to trade this time.
Jason was not polite and took all three suitcases away. He bumped into Peter who was waiting for him at the exit.
The two men fled the scene quickly. If they had fled a little later, they might have attracted the attention of the Stanich family.
It's a pity though that Jason's academic performance in herpetology has always been average. Maybe he should learn from Peter when he has time, because he doesn't know that many reptiles have the ability to feign death in their genes.
In the Night Walker's base, Jason placed the three suitcases on a simple table. He opened the drug dealer Harley's suitcase and found that it was full of drug money just as Jason expected.
One hundred one-hundred-dollar bills were bundled together, and after counting, there were two hundred bundles of one-hundred-dollar bills in the suitcase. That was two million dollars in cash.
Small gangs generally prefer to use small bills because they don't have a complete money laundering channel. But for a big family like the Stanich family that has a money laundering channel, large amounts of cash are naturally more popular.
The other two boxes contained ice-blue capsules. Jason heard the conversation between Halley and Goering and knew what this thing was called Heaven No. 3.
Now that science is advancing, traditional drugs such as heroin and cocaine are beginning to become obsolete. This is because these drugs extracted from plants require a large plantation, which is too easy to be discovered and destroyed.
However, soft drugs that can be synthesized through chemical agents are now more concealed and more addictive and dependent.
"Wow~ It seems we have caught a big fish." Peter sighed as he looked at the drugs and drugs in front of him. I believe any normal person knows how harmful these things are.
Peter had no good feelings towards drugs and drug dealers. "What are you going to do with these things?" Peter pointed at the money and Paradise No. 3 in the box and said.
"Don't you need equipment to make spider silk? I'll buy some equipment for you. Then I'll change your clothes and donate the rest to people in need. What do you think, masked man?" Jason didn't forget to complain about Peter's current weird look at the end.
"Hey~ I'm not the Mask Man." Peter retorted. "Then what's your name? The Red Man? The Sunglasses Man?" Jason continued to complain.
"My name is~my name is, by the way, call me Spider-Man from now on!" Peter thought for a long time and finally came up with a good name for himself.
"Alright, Spider-Man brother." Jason shrugged and threw a suitcase of drugs to him. "We'll talk about your name after you change into the right clothes. Now let's go destroy these things!"
Jason and Peter poured diesel on two boxes of valuable drugs and burned them. Jason only kept $150,000 from the box to buy equipment for Peter, and donated the rest.
It's not that Jason didn't want to keep more, but using a large amount of cash in the United States is too eye-catching. Hundreds of thousands of dollars can also be mixed with the income of his own fast food truck, and finally used through tax laundering.
If you do this with 2 million, the US tax department will definitely investigate you. If you don't launder the money, you can just take hundreds of thousands to the store to buy equipment.
It is estimated that the shopkeeper will call the police right after you pay the money. Whenever this happens, Jason misses China very much. In China, there are many people who take out millions of cash at one time to buy houses and cars, not to mention tens of thousands of yuan.
This can only be attributed to the huge cultural differences caused by the different consumption habits between China and the United States.
After finishing today's work, Jason told Peter that they should be quiet for the next few days. The Stanich family must be looking for them all over the world.
Peter said that he just needed some time to buy new equipment and was going to make some modifications to the first generation of spider silk launchers, as tonight's battle had exposed some problems.
The better Jason is, if anything happens, just contact him using a special rugged phone.
"Hello, are you Mr. Jason Lee?" The next day, when Jason was running his fast food truck near the Statue of Liberty, the phone rang and a magnetic female voice came from it.
"Yes, it's me. Who are you?" Jason answered the phone.
"I'm Mr. Tony Stark's personal assistant. Mr. Tony wants to..." The woman was thinking about what to say when Tony's voice suddenly came from the side. "Where's my burger!"
Okay~ It turned out that it was Tony Stark looking for me. I guess the person who called me was his assistant Pepper Potts.
"Okay, Mr. Jason, I think you probably understand what's going on." Pepper Potts said weakly. She had long given up on her boss, who acted as childish as a kindergarten kid.
"If you have time, could you please come to Stark Company?" In order to satisfy Tony's desire to eat hamburgers, Pepper had no choice but to ask.
Jason checked the time and it was almost 1:20 pm. There were many tourists near the Statue of Liberty in New York, but business was average. He only made about $1,000 today, which was nearly $500 less than usual in Manhattan's financial district.
Jason packed up his things and prepared to go do takeout service for his biggest customer these days. After all, the customer gave him a tip of 500 US dollars every day.
They say that customers are God, so we don't want to disappoint God, right?
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