Chapter 1324 Stealing a Plane

"Han is one of the most powerful professional killers in the world, a semi-official one." Ma Wen explained in a timid manner.

Jack said he didn't understand, "There's a semi-official term for professional killers?"

Marvin pointed at the bald guy and said, "For more information about Han, ask Frank. He tricked that guy many years ago and put him in jail for a long time before he escaped."

"Han was once a soldier in a country south of the peninsula. Later, he could not stand the bullying and shot his superior and several colleagues to death, so he fled to Japan. He was then recruited by the CIA as an official killer.

However, since the CIA did not help him when he was imprisoned, Han parted ways with them after he was released, and later became successful in Europe. "

Unlike Marvin's nervous look, Frank seemed a little nonchalant. "I heard that he occasionally takes some domestic jobs, but the price is very high because it is really expensive to maintain a Gulfstream."

"A professional killer also has his own private jet?"

Jack pretended to be curious. He had the impression that the guy was not a good person. In the play, he once ignored the casualties of civilians and shot Frank and Marvin in the street with a Gatling gun. Later, he was whitewashed for some reason. This plot was quite abstract.

"Don't worry about Han, he can't kill me." Frank waved his hand to signal Marvin to stop being crazy.

"But Victoria can." Marvin's eyes widened. "Didn't you hear what she said just now? She accepted the employment of MI6."

"But we're friends," Frank retorted.

"Don't be stupid, Frank, you've never been tasked with taking out our "old friends"? Hey, kid, you're from the CIA too, right? Come over here and tell me."

Marvin spoke loudly to Reese who was passing by the door. The latter was walking and whispering to comfort his girlfriend Jessica. Hearing his words, he stopped and looked into the living room in a daze.

"You tell Frank whether you have received any mission from the CIA to kill our 'old friend'." Marvin repeated.

Before, Reese had only heard of the reputation and deeds of these two "R.E.D."s, but had never seen them. It was not until Jack gave everyone a brief introduction today when everyone gathered together for breakfast.

At this moment, this guy who was used to having a cool face actually showed a rare shy smile in front of Frank, which made Jack shiver uncontrollably.

"The order I received on my last mission was that my superiors told me that my partner was a traitor and that she needed to be eliminated afterwards."

"And then?" Marvin spread his hands confidently.

Reese pointed to his shoulder and said, "I didn't succeed in the end, so I got shot here because she received the same order as me."

"See, that's what I said." Marvin winked at Frank smugly.

Frank was too lazy to argue with this guy about this matter. He waved his hand to signal him to shut up and turned to look at Jack. "I think it's time to change the plan. If it's Han, he won't mind blowing up the entire airliner just to kill me."

"In fact, we didn't originally plan to take a regular flight to Paris." Jack walked to the door and knocked on it, motioning everyone to gather in the living room.

In the original drama, it seemed that Frank and his team stole Han's plane and went to Europe, and the plan he had been thinking about last night just happened to be missing a scapegoat, so now everything was ready.

The original "European travel group" planned to be divided into two groups, departing from Los Angeles and New York respectively.

Now there was a small change in the plan. The group in Los Angeles remained unchanged, but the group in New York was divided into two groups. All the family members were led by Brian and Klay, who flew to Paris first on a business jet chartered by the Shangri-La Group.

Jack, Harry, Reese, and the two "R.E.D."s Frank and Marvin will set out later. They are going to "steal" a plane first.

Teterboro Airport, New Jersey.

Jack sat in the car, watching the various types of passenger planes taking off and landing on the runway through a telescope, and asked Marvin in the co-pilot, "Are you sure it's okay for us to do this?"

The latter put on a leather pilot jacket in the style of the US Air Force during World War II, rubbed his sparsely haired head, and put on a furry pilot hat.

"Although the identity Frank registered at the hotel has not been used for 20 years, it must be in the CIA's records. There is no way Han would not take the bait."

Jack sighed. "I mean, are you sure you can fly a Gulfstream G450?"

"Determine the destination, take off, turn on the autopilot, and land. Is that difficult?" Marvin looked like he didn't understand what you were worried about.

Jack opened his mouth, but finally waved his hand and gave up, "Forget it, just pretend I didn't ask." Anyway, if it really doesn't work, we still have Harry, the serious pilot, so let this crazy old man try first.

Near noon, a Gulfstream G450 finally landed on the runway, and Jack immediately read out the aircraft registration number painted on the engine - "G-MPSP".

This is an internationally recognized and unique number. Marvin flipped through the information in his hand that he had gotten from somewhere, and with his presbyopic eyes he struggled to recognize a row of letters.

"It's him, no doubt about it." He patted it hard.

Soon the plane landed, and an Asian man who looked less than 40 years old appeared at the open cabin door. He looked around in a very stylish manner, then walked down the gangway with light steps, showing his capable demeanor in every move.

"This guy is pretty good," commented Jack, who was watching his every move through the telescope.

Marvin nodded in agreement. "Frank will be killed by him little by little. I heard that he particularly likes to torture people he doesn't like."

"So he is indeed a bad guy?" Jack asked somewhat worriedly.

Han is now the scapegoat he has chosen. If his impression of him is wrong, it would be terrible if he ends up harming a good person.

"Are there any good people in our line of work?" Marvin asked, "Even if that kid named Reese has killed so many innocent people in the name of 'Ziyou', can he still be considered a good person?"

Jack didn't respond. Although Marvin always looked crazy, this was also a kind of sobriety.

An hour later, Harry appeared in the airport parking lot in an inconspicuous old Honda CR-V. After getting out of the car, he walked towards the Subaru class where Jack and Marvin were holding a document bag.

"All the documents are ready. Here are your pilot's certificates and passport." He stuffed the document bag directly into Marvin's hands.

"Is there any movement from the NSA?" What Jack actually wanted to ask was whether the "machine" in the hands of the NSA had spit out any new numbers.

Harry obviously understood what he meant and shook his head slightly, saying, "The latest number seems to be related to Iran. It has been transferred to the CIA's Middle East Division."