The driver has zero preference for the police.

    He scolded the police for their incompetence and inability to catch criminals, which would only cause trouble to the people.

    The speed of inspection was very slow. The taxi stopped and waited for ten minutes before two policemen came over with flashlight.

    The complaints of the driver uncle stopped instantly.

    The policeman knocked on the window: "Sir, please show me your ID."

    Jason and the driver handed the prepared driver''s license out of the window.

    The police took out the instrument, input the driver''s license number into the intranet, and then shine a flashlight on their faces to see if they match.

    "Didi."

    The instrument suddenly rang.

    The policeman who checked Jason frowned, put his hand on the holster at his waist and said, "Sir, please raise your hands and get out of the car for inspection."

    Jason asked suspiciously, "officer, is there a problem with my ID?"

    Holding the pistol, the policeman snapped, "Sir, raise your hands!"

    "OK, officer, take it easy."

    Jason got out of the car with his hands up as he said, and then lay on the ground with his head in his hands.

    A policeman came forward and searched, and another policeman was in charge of the car and trunk.

    After a careful search, no suspicious contraband was found.

    The policeman breathed a sigh of relief and returned his driver''s license to Jason: "your car has violated the rules several times. Remember to deal with it in time next time."

    "Thank you, officer." Jason smiled and took his driver''s license.

    "Release!"

    The taxi restarted and the driver uncle began to complain again.

    Jason smiled and chatted with him, but put his hands under the seat and broke them up.

    A gap is broken between the seat and the base.

    A dark Glock 20 pistol was lying there quietly.

    After leaving Manhattan, everything was smooth.

    Jason got off at a mall in Queens, walked a few hundred meters and took a taxi again.

    The driver this time is a black guy in his twenties.

    "Hey, sir, where are you going?"

    "* * * * club on XX street."

    The black guy was very surprised: "Sir, it''s a slum, the law and order is very poor, and the streets are full of tramps. If you need it, I can introduce a better place."

    Jason said casually, "thank you. I have an appointment with a friend."

    The black guy shook his head helplessly.

    Since it''s an appointment with a friend, there''s no way.

    8:50.

    Ten minutes before the appointed time, Jason arrived at his destination.

    The * * * * club is very old. The neon signs on the roof are half blind, and sticky vomit remains at the door,

    Jason frowned at the sour smell.

    Compared with the club he used to go to, this club is simply ugly.

    However, in the slums, this super cheap club is the favorite pastime of the poor.

    At the gate of the club stood a tall and strong black security guard.

    When he saw Jason, he took the initiative to meet him and said, "Hey, man, do you want to see the striptease? It only costs $10. "

    Jason nodded and handed him the change.

    The security guard opened the door and made a gesture of invitation.

    Although the appearance of the club is dilapidated, it covers an area of 600-700 square meters.

    The periphery is a lounge area and a bar table, and the center is an oval dance floor.

    Several plain strippers are twisting their bodies wantonly on the steel pipe in combination with dynamic music and colorful lights to show the beauty of the body.

    There was a circle of small round stools around the dance floor, which were filled with pleasure seeking men waving change bills to attract the attention of strippers.

    The business of this club is very good. Looking around, there are people everywhere, and the voice is very noisy. You have to shout.

    Jason couldn''t find Franklin, so he had to log in to Facebook and send him a private message.

    "I''m at the club. Where are you?"

    "The elegant seat directly opposite the entrance."

    Jason went straight to look for it. Sure enough, he saw Franklin drinking alone in a remote corner.

    Green sweater, grey shorts, white sneakers.

    Wonderful wear with old-fashioned hairstyle, even in the sea of people, he is also very conspicuous.

    Jason went over, pulled back his chair and sat down.

    Franklin looked up blankly and seemed to ask: who are you?

    A few seconds later, he reacted and scolded, "shit! You''re really kidding me. You''re not Jason at all! "

    Jason did not defend, but leaned forward and opened his collar, revealing a ferocious and strange wound.

    This is a gunshot wound, close to the heart.

    This is also the only wound he has exposed on Facebook.

    Franklin also forwarded this picture, saying it was a real man''s tattoo.

    When he saw Jason''s chest wound with his own eyes, the expression on his face was puzzled, then thinking, then surprised, and finally excited.

    "Are you really Jason? Why do you look like that? "

    Jason released his hand and made a silent gesture: "if you have a $13 million reward on your head, you will do the same."

    Franklin understood.

    He sprang to his feet, his expression excited and his words incoherent.

    "I buy GA!"

    "I can''t believe I really saw you!"

    "I... can I take a picture with you? Oh, you can''t now. "

    "You know what? When I was in junior high school, I was your fan. "

    "All the students in the class like those muscular Hollywood stars, but I know they are all soft eggs."

    "Only like you, who have climbed up from the bottom, killed and been killed, and broke out of the sea of corpses and blood are real men."

    …………

    Franklin was so excited that he deviated from the topic.

    "God! What am I talking about! I... I just want to ask, can I join you and become your little brother? "

    Jason put away his smile and looked at him seriously: "I have nothing now, no money, no gun, no one. I am not only chased by Jin, but also offered a reward by the government. Are you sure you really want to join? "

    Franklin did not hesitate, patted his chest and said, "it has always been my dream to be your little brother and fight side by side with you. Even if I fight this life, I will not hesitate."

    Looking at his firm eyes, Jason nodded with satisfaction: "well, from today on, you will be my little brother."

    “YES！”

    Franklin waved his fist excitedly.

    Almost hit a passing stripper.

    "Oh!"

    "Sorry! Sorry! "

    He made a quick apology.

    The girl waved her hand carelessly and asked as usual, "does this excited handsome man want to see a close dance performance? It only costs $500. "

    The girl in front of her was dark and hot. She was very fond of Franklin.

    But for him who has no job and the only source of income is theft, a dance performance of $500 is a sky high price.

    Jason saw Franklin''s tangle.

    He smiled, took out a pile of cash from his pocket and threw it on the table: "it''s boring to dance alone. Call all your sisters and serve my little brother well."