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There was a loud noise coming from the other end of the speaker—it was most likely Kingpin flipping a table.
Kingpin roared, "FUCK YOU, Jason!"
Jason shook his head. He could easily imagine Kingpin as an enraged lion.
"By the way, Kingpin, Vanessa told me you're terrible in bed, like a little virgin. Just think: if I let this out, the whole of New York would be shocked. The legendary Kingpin... actually a little virgin! Hahaha!"
"FUCK YOU! You're done! You're dead!"
Kingpin's emotions were out of control; he was on the verge of going berserk.
The last person who made him this angry ended up with their head crushed in a car door.
But Jason wasn't afraid at all. He even added more fuel to the fire, "Well, I'm still alive and well. If you've got the guts, come hit me through the phone."
There was more crashing and crackling on the other end of the line.
After a while, Kingpin regained his composure, panting heavily, "Don't worry, Jason. I've sent Vladimir to find you."
Jason frowned, moved quickly to the window, opened it, and looked downstairs.
He saw five black Chevrolet vans speeding down the avenue toward his building.
A few dozen meters from the apartment, the vehicles screeched to a halt.
The doors opened, and more than twenty masked men with guns poured out.
"Hahaha, they should be at your door any moment now." Kingpin said with a sneer.
"But I'm kind of regretting it. So Jason... run away, run away quickly, and don't let Brother Vladimir kill you."
"I swear to God, I will find you myself, crush every bone in your body, and throw what's left of you into a meat grinder..."
"Fuck your mother!" Jason spat, then threw the phone against the wall.
Pah!
The legendary Nokia phone shattered into pieces, and a small dent appeared in the hard concrete wall.
[Ding! Mission triggered: Escape from the Russian Mafia. Mission reward: 500 Villain Points.]
[Warm reminder: The enemy will arrive in thirty seconds.]
"Thank you so much for the warm reminder!" Jason cursed, rushing into the bedroom.
He had just been wondering why Kingpin had turned into such a chatterbox.
He thought maybe Kingpin was just venting his frustration over recent betrayals, but Jason hadn't expected that he was just stalling.
This guy looked like a musclehead who let his fists do the thinking, but he was smarter than anyone gave him credit for. Jason had fallen right into his trap.
Once in the bedroom, Jason threw off his bathrobe and quickly started getting dressed.
"Wow! I'll never get tired of looking at you." Vanessa, who had woken up at some point, said from the bed, staring at Jason.
She was right; Jason's body was impressive.
Broad shoulders, sculpted pectorals, rock-hard abs—every muscle looked as if it had been carved with a chisel.
What fascinated Vanessa most were the crisscrossing scars on Jason's body.
Gunshot wounds, knife wounds, bruises from sticks, fists, and kicks.
Vanessa loved lying on Jason's chest, soothing the scars with her palm, and listening to him recount how each one came to be.
"Don't fangirl over me." Jason muttered as he dressed, "Kingpin knows what we're doing. His guys will be here any minute."
"What?!"
Vanessa's face turned pale.
Before she could ask questions, Jason grabbed the mattress and lifted it, causing Vanessa to roll to the ground, tangled in the quilt.
Vanessa scrambled up, fuming, "FUCK YOU, Jason!"
She raised her hand to curse him some more, but Jason pulled a shotgun out from under the bed.
Vanessa's eyes widened, and she swallowed the words she'd been about to yell.
Being in this business, Jason knew the dangers, and he'd made preparations.
Beneath the bed, he kept an arsenal of weapons and supplies.
* Benelli M4 Super 90 shotgun - 1
* Colt M4A1 carbine - 1
* Beretta M9 pistols - 2
Each gun was equipped with three full magazines, locked and loaded.
* MK3A2 offensive grenades - 2
* SOV-3000 full-protection bulletproof vest - 1
* 80m high-strength rappelling rope - 1
* Black travel bag, packed to the brim - 1
Jason donned the bulletproof vest, which was reinforced with triple-layer ceramic plates, granting it a protection level of 4. It could even withstand armor-piercing rounds.
Jason's expression remained calm, though Vanessa was now fully shaken.
The thought of lying on grenades all afternoon while with Jason left her horrified; her body trembled.
These people were crazy; maybe it was best to stay away.
Face grim, Vanessa grabbed her clothes, wrapped herself in a quilt, and walked out barefoot.
She was still Kingpin's woman, and the Vladimir brothers wouldn't dare touch her.
Jason finished securing his gear, with grenades hung across his chest, magazines in his belt, and his guns loaded and on safety.
Opening the travel bag, he found $530,000 in cash—a stash typical for gangsters like him, who preferred cash over bank accounts that could be frozen or traced.
Hesitating for a second, he opened the system interface and exchanged the cash for points.
[Ding! Points exchanged successfully, 53 points added.]
Tossing aside the empty bag, Jason moved to the balcony, carrying the heavy rappelling rope.
He hooked it securely to the thickest part of the guardrail and swung it out.
The 80-meter rope was just the right length for him to land safely below.
Boom!
A loud noise came from outside the room. The Mafia was breaking in!
Jason quickly moved to the door, crouched, and opened it a crack.
Another loud bang followed, and dust fell from the ceiling as the plaster crumbled. Smoke filled the air.
The third bang was followed by the apartment door being kicked in and shattered.
Seven or eight masked Mafia men, armed with automatic rifles, stormed in.
Jason pulled the fuse of a grenade, tossed it toward them, and shouted, "Fire in the hole!"
The grenade rolled right into the middle of the crowd.
"Oh, shit!"
Boom!
Amid the explosion, several Mafia members were thrown back.
Blood, limbs, and pieces of flesh splattered, turning the room into a scene of utter carnage.
The smoke alarm activated, and water began to pour from the sprinklers, soaking everything.
[Ding! Three Mafia members killed. 300 Villain Points earned. Progress: 320/1000.]
[Ding! Two Mafia members injured. 100 Villain Points earned. Progress: 420/1000.]
One grenade had resulted in three deaths and two injuries—not a bad outcome.
"Jason, there's no escape! Surrender now!"
A not-so-perfect American accent called from outside. Jason recognized Vladimir's voice.
"I bet I'm getting out today. Want to bet on that little head of yours?" Jason shouted back as he worked.
He set up another grenade as a booby trap near the door, leaving it ajar to lure someone in.
"FUCK YOU, Jason! You're dead!"
The voice belonged to Anatoly, Vladimir's brother.
A year ago, these brothers had brought a group of Russian hitmen to Hell's Kitchen.
They had no territory, no connections, and no resources, so they had to pledge themselves to Kingpin to survive.
These Russians were troublemakers. After a pound of vodka, they'd dare speak Kingpin's name out loud; after two pounds, they'd put a gun to Jason's head.
Among Kingpin's associates, this Russian group was the most disobedient, and Kingpin had long wanted to dispose of them.
Sending the brothers after Jason was a convenient way for Kingpin to kill two birds with one stone.
Outside, Anatoly, furious, raised an RPG, "Brother, let me blow this son of bitch to the sky."
Vladimir held him back, "No, Kingpin said we only get the territory if we take Jason alive."
He shouted toward the door, "Jason, put down your weapon and come out! I swear we won't kill you."
But there was only silence.
Half a minute earlier, Jason had finished setting the trap, donned tactical gloves and a black mask, and climbed over the railing, rappelling down the side of the building.
The explosion had drawn the attention of people below, who had assumed it was a gas leak.
But when they saw Jason rappelling down with a shotgun and carbine, masked and fully geared, they realized this was something much bigger.
"Oh my god!"
"What on earth is happening?"
"Call 911!"
The crowd murmured, shocked and horrified by the sight.