The van without plates was driving out of town, and this was good. It meant that the pigs would have one hell of a time to find them, if they ever tried.
But then, Johnny truly doubted that that douchebag Lan would ever be calling the cops. He might have to pull some strings with the police, at least Johnny suspected so, but it was all going to be hush-hush. No press. There was the family's reputation to be kept. His perfect boy lawyer reputation too.
Johnny grunted to himself. It was the best and the worst Saturday in his damned life! Sure, he could almost smell the millions this pretty-face fuckboy here, lying unconscious at his feet, was going to fetch him. But... but it was all a bit tricky.
It was hard to be even looking at that motherfucker now. His weird baby-blue eyes were glistening with a madness he, no matter how uneducated, knew to recognize.
The cop – or maybe ex-cop by now? – was deranged, unreliable. He was driving them out of town, far away, and it meant more security, but also – a risk. If that wacko was planning on killing them here, out in the middle of nowhere, absolutely nobody was ever going to even know about it. There were no security cameras so farther out, away from the city center, just the speeding cameras on the highway, but... the van had been prepped, its number plates removed two days ago.
No one was going to know. Huh. And the crazy motherfucker was as strong as an ox. Johnny knew better than to underestimate brute strength, combined with blinding madness.
He leaned forward a little, not missing to kick right into Jiang Wanyin's shoulder, and whispered to his younger brother:
- I need you to be ready. Any time... This shithead over there... - he nodded his head towards the driver's seat. - ... he can jump us... any moment. I need you to remember this, dimwit! Your gun – ready. Your eyes – fucking peeled!!! Ya listen?
- Good. – the tug grinned at him, too close to his sweaty face now. – It's good that ya scared, moron!
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Even if Mike Flannegan heard them, he never showed it. He drove and drove, checking the van's GPS for the remote location he had thought of as the safest place for this operation. His brain was on fire, it had been – for a while now.
