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If Jason were in charge, no one would dare to talk back.

The situation was spiraling out of control, and Wesley had no choice but to invoke Kingpin's authority. Slamming the table angrily, he barked, "Do you dare to disobey Kingpin's orders?"

The dozen or so leaders gathered in the room fell silent.

Wesley was new to his position and had no loyal subordinates yet. He had to rely on these gang leaders to get things done, which gave them the audacity to bargain with him.

But no matter how much they despised Wesley, they wouldn't dare disobey Kingpin's orders.

These were hardened veterans of the underworld, well-acquainted with Kingpin's ruthless methods.

Still, Wesley's reliance on Kingpin's name made them see him as a coward—a man with no real power, hiding behind the boss's authority.

In their hearts, they cursed Wesley bitterly.

Seeing their subdued expressions, Wesley pressed on with a stern voice, "Let me reiterate the orders.

"First: All goods from each base must be delivered before tonight."

"Second: During the crackdown, no one is to stir up any trouble. Do you understand?"

The leaders frowned but nodded in silence.

"Good. Now go get to work."

The leaders filed out of the room, their heads hanging low like mourners at a funeral.

Once outside, they began muttering among themselves, denouncing Wesley's cruelty and reminiscing about the days when Jason led the gang.

Among them was a bearded man who handled the gang's freight operations. Unlike the others, he wasn't close to the group and trailed behind them at a distance.

When no one was looking, he slipped away to a secluded corner. Taking out his phone, he typed a quick text message and sent it.

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At the DEA Headquarters.

At the DEA office in New York City, Stanfield lay back on the sofa in his office, his feet propped up on the desk. Beethoven's Symphony No. 5 played softly in the background.

With a satisfied smile, he tapped the beat of the music with his fingers, basking in his recent successes.

Stan had gained national fame after the Hell's Kitchen operation and was now hailed as a hero in the fight against drugs.

The governor of New York was preparing to award him a medal, and DEA headquarters in Washington was considering promoting him. Life was smooth, and his career was thriving.

Just then, the phone on his desk buzzed.

Picking it up, Stan read the message. It was from a DEA undercover agent:

"Tonight, all the gang's supplies will be moved to a warehouse in Baltimore City. There are several tons of ecstasy in the shipment!"

Stan's smile widened.

After their recent drug bust, another opportunity had landed in his lap. Lady Luck seemed to be favoring him in middle age.

Still, the message didn't specify which gang was behind the operation.

Sitting up straight, Stan logged onto the DEA intranet to look up the undercover agent's profile.

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With so many undercover agents in the DEA, Stan couldn't keep track of all of them without checking. Over the years, the sheer number of agents had led to some ridiculous situations.

One infamous case involved a DEA officer posing as a meth dealer to catch buyers. The "buyer," however, turned out to be another undercover DEA agent, attempting to catch the "seller."

The two unknowingly reported their operation plans to their superiors, and the day of the transaction descended into chaos, with both sides mistaking the other for real criminals. Shots were fired, officers were injured, and it wasn't until SWAT intervened that the truth came to light.

The incident became a media sensation and an eternal embarrassment for the DEA.

Returning to his search, Stan finally located the undercover agent's details.

The bearded man was revealed to be working under Kingpin.

Stan's eyes lit up.

Recalling the long-standing feud between Kingpin and Jason, he decided against notifying his team or organizing a formal raid. Instead, he saw this as the perfect opportunity for Jason to strike back.

Grabbing his coat, Stan drove straight to Jason's apartment.

Jason was recovering from an old injury in his apartment, passing the time by teaching Franklin the basics of firearms.

When Stan arrived, he greeted Jason with a grin.

"What's got you so excited? Did you find money on the street?" Jason teased.

Stan, still catching his breath, replied, "We've got news from a DEA insider. Kingpin is making a move tonight!"

Jason's expression turned serious.

Stan explained, "He has ordered his men to transport all their illegal goods to a warehouse in Baltimore."

Jason paused, thinking through the implications, "Smart move. With New York's crackdown in full swing, the police are targeting the big fish this time. Moving the goods out of the city is the safest play."

Stan nodded, "You're right. I just came from a meeting with the NYPD leadership—they're taking this crackdown very seriously. It'll all go down within the next day or two."

"Did your informant provide a detailed list of Kingpin's goods?" Jason asked.

Stan shook his head, "Not yet. But they did say there's over a ton of weed in the shipment alone."

Jason smirked, "Looks like tonight is going to be interesting."

Franklin suddenly exclaimed, "One ton of weed! Oh my God! At the black market price of $130 per gram, that's $130 million! And that's not even counting the other goods!"

He turned to Jason with eager eyes, "Boss, let's do it!"

With such a huge haul right in front of him, anyone who didn't seize the opportunity would be a fool.

Jason waved his hand, motioning for Franklin to calm down. He leaned back on the sofa, his expression serious as he began to assess the feasibility of the plan.

[Ding! Mission triggered: Hi Grass Warrior! Mission Reward: 3000 Evil Points.]

[Mission Summary: Kingpin is transporting goods worth hundreds of millions of dollars to Baltimore. Steal the shipment and challenge your former boss!]

The promise of such wealth was already tempting, and the system's prompt was the final push. Jason couldn't resist anymore.

He suddenly stood up and declared, "We're doing this!"

Franklin and Stan grinned in excitement. Jason was always generous with his men, and completing this mission could easily make them millionaires.

Jason brought up Google Maps on his laptop, spreading it out on the table as they planned.

"Here, here, and here... These marked locations are Kingpin's gang bases. The Hell's Kitchen site is also their headquarters."

Pointing at the map, Jason continued, "This is the abandoned factory area in Baltimore where the warehouses are located. A lot of their men will be stationed both at the starting point and the destination. Our only option is to strike during the transport."

He traced his finger to a spot along the route, "This place is 200 kilometers from New York and about 120 kilometers from Baltimore. It's isolated, surrounded by low hills, and has no buildings or cover. If they were to ambush us, this is the perfect spot."

Jason's tone grew serious, "This mission requires precision. Stan, I need two remote-controlled anti-tank mines and ten C4 explosives. Before we act, send a helicopter to sweep the area with thermal imaging. We can't afford any surprises."

Stan nodded confidently, "Got it. Leave it to me."

After assigning tasks, Stan left to gather the necessary equipment. Franklin, feeling neglected, protested.

"Boss, what's my role?"

Jason smirked, "Same as last time: steal a car. And remember, no sloppy mistakes this time."

Franklin straightened up, relieved, "Don't worry, boss. I'll make sure there's no evidence this time."

Once Franklin left, Jason checked his own preparations. He rolled up his sleeve to inspect his injury. Thanks to his rapid-healing attribute, the wound on his arm was nearly fully recovered. He tested his mobility—everything was fine.

After suiting up in a bulletproof vest and checking his weapons and ammunition, Jason lay back on the bed, mentally preparing for what was to come.

'Kingpin.' He thought grimly, 'This is where my revenge begins.'

Three hours later, Franklin returned, having successfully stolen a Ford family car. To avoid detection, he made the theft look like the work of an amateur, leaving visible marks around the keyhole.

Jason loaded his weapons into the stolen car and instructed Franklin to drive them to a secluded spot outside New York to await Stan's signal.

Night had fallen by the time Jason received Stan's call.

"Jason." Stan reported, "The gang headquarters just sent out a convoy: a heavy truck with a container and four escort vehicles. Twenty-two gang members in total."

Jason's lips curled into a grin, "Perfect. Start your part of the operation."

Stan hung up and immediately directed his DEA team to scan the ambush site with thermal imaging from their helicopter. After 20 minutes of scanning, the area appeared clear.

The helicopter hovered in place as Stan oversaw the drop of the weapon cache, "The mines and C4 are in position." Stan informed Jason over the phone.

"Good work." Jason replied, "You're free to head back now."

An hour later, Jason and Franklin arrived at the ambush site. Jason retrieved the mines and explosives from the drop zone and began setting up.

Franklin, stationed on a nearby hill, monitored the road with binoculars, "Boss." He called out after some time, "The convoy's coming!"

Jason sprang into action. He placed the activated mine in the middle of the road, then moved to a safe distance.

The convoy approached—two Cadillacs leading the way, followed by the truck and two more Cadillacs at the rear. Jason counted down in his head.

When the lead Cadillacs rolled over the mine, Jason pressed the detonator.

BOOM!

A massive explosion lit up the night. The two Cadillacs were blown sky-high, reduced to flaming wreckage as they crashed back down.

[Ding! Ten gang members killed. 1000 Evil Points awarded. Current Progress: 5915/5000.]

[Level up! Congratulations! You are now Level 6. Reward: 10 Attribute Points. Current Progress: 915/6000.]

The truck behind the explosion screeched to a halt, tires smoking as it left long skid marks on the road. The drivers inside exchanged panicked glances, unsure what to do.

Jason didn't give them time to recover. Kneeling a hundred meters away, he took aim at the truck's cab with his rifle and opened fire.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Bullets tore through the windshield, striking both drivers in the chest. They slumped forward, lifeless.

Jason smirked, his grip tightening on his weapon. The operation was far from over, but for now, he was one step closer to taking down Kingpin.