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Chapter 60 Shooting

Lu Yiming almost burst out laughing.

Only 80? You think you can catch those two thieves?

Holy crap, bro, you've got a huge louse opening!

Gu Qiu gave 400 million directly, but this butcher only asked for 80.

By simply transferring the money, didn't I make a profit of $320 million for free?

But bargaining is a traditional virtue passed down from our ancestors.

"Friend, I can only give you 50 at most, that's all I can do."

A burst of laughter erupted from the other end of the phone:

"Deal! Hahaha, thanks bro! My bottom line was actually 30, I didn't expect you to be so generous!"

Lu Yiming's lips twitched.

Damn, we lost out.

"Tomorrow, bring the money and come to that bar from last time. I'll be waiting for you there."

After hanging up the phone, both parties felt they had gotten a great deal.

The next day.

Gu Qiu gave him the address of a warehouse.

When Lu Yiming arrived, only an old Chevrolet remained parked in the warehouse.

Opening the trunk, I found several black travel bags stuffed full, and when I opened them, they were all filled with colorful Franklin cigarettes.

"Tsk tsk tsk, it smells so good." He pulled out a stack of them and took a deep drag.

My greed surged wildly.

This huge sum of money is now mine.

He did a quick count, picked out 50 and put it in a canvas bag. He put the remaining 350 million back in the trunk before driving to the West End bar.

……

At the entrance of the bar, several scantily clad girls huddled in a corner, their eyes vacant.

The car had just stopped at the street corner.

Two burly men with tattooed arms immediately opened the car door for him with smiles on their faces.

"I know, I know the rules."

Lu Yiming consciously took out his sidearm and handed it over.

The other person quickly waved his hand and pushed open the door, saying, "You're the boss's friend, no need for that, please come in!"

He was somewhat surprised that his seniority was so high.

The new henchman behind him looked completely bewildered and muttered under his breath, "Who's this yellow-skinned monkey? He's got some nerve!"

The seasoned veteran slapped him on the back of the head and yelled, "You don't know anything! Last time this guy was here with a Beretta semi-automatic pistol, playing American roulette with the boss. He picked up the pistol and shot himself in the head! He's fucking reckless!"

"The boss is bragging to everyone he meets that he and this kid are the only ones in all of America who dare to do this. It's all over the West End."

Lu Yiming walked into the bar, and the noise stopped instantly.

Gamblers, thugs, and dancers all stepped aside, making way for a passage.

The butcher lay sprawled on the leather sofa, his fat jiggling.

"My friend! Welcome, welcome! You are now a legend in our area."

Lu Yiming smiled crookedly. =7

It was just a magic trick, but the butcher turned it into a legend.

He walked straight to the table and pushed aside the bottles that were scattered on it.

"Thump!"

The heavy canvas bag slammed onto the table.

"Friend, I've brought the money. Where's the person I asked for?"

The butcher struggled to sit up straight, grabbed a wad of banknotes, swiped them a couple of times, and revealed a set of large, yellowed teeth.

"Don't rush, friend."

Lu Yiming pulled out a chair and sat down, and a girl dressed as a bunny girl immediately brought him a glass of strong liquor.

"Come on, have a whiskey!" the butcher shouted, raising his glass.

Lu Yiming thought to himself, "What the hell is this accent?"

We're not gay, at least I'm not gay.

He remained expressionless, tilted his head back, and drank it all in one gulp.

"You need to do me a small favor first!"

"What kind of help?"

The butcher chuckled and patted Lu Yiming on the shoulder with his fat hand:

"I have a shipment that needs to be transported to the state capital. I hope you can use your position as a police officer to help me get through the roads."

Lu Yiming frowned.

Transporting goods? If it's drugs, it might attract those mad dogs from the DEA (Department of Drug Enforcement), which would be a huge problem.

"I need to know what kind of goods they are first."

The butcher stood up, holding the bag of money, and gestured for Lu Yiming to follow.

The two walked through the bar and came to a warehouse at the back.

Inside were dozens of neatly stacked military green wooden crates.

The butcher casually pried open the lid of a box.

Inside lay several gleaming black M4A1 fully automatic assault rifles.

Lu Yiming's pupils suddenly contracted.

While the United States does not ban guns, it does ban semi-automatic guns.

These fully automatic weapons are strictly controlled, and ordinary gangs cannot obtain this kind of firepower.

"What are you doing with all this?"

The butcher closed the box lid and lowered his voice:

"To be honest, I got this batch of goods from overseas channels. An organization offered an exorbitant price to buy it. I don't know what it's for, and I don't want to know."

Lu Yiming quickly weighed the options in his mind.

Selling arms is extremely risky; if caught, you could spend the rest of your life in jail.

Without giving him time to think, the butcher shoved the bag of $50 back into Lu Yiming's arms and patted his hand.

"Take this money first, consider it as expenses for smoothing things over. After it's done, I'll give you 30% of the profits!"

Lu Yiming sneered inwardly.

Good grief, you're taking my money to do your thing? You're trying to get something for nothing!

"You're making about a million dollars a month, so tell me, do you dare to do it?" the butcher continued to tempt him.

Lu Yiming swallowed hard, a surge of desire for power and money welling up inside him.

A million dollars a month?

If we could use this dirty money to bribe everyone in the police department...

Then wouldn't the entire Fremont Police Department be under Lu Yiming's control?

"Okay! I'll take the job."

The butcher threw his head back and laughed heartily, "Hahahaha, I knew it! You're a brave man!"

He led Lu Yiming to the other side of the warehouse.

The iron gate was pushed open, and two burly men with bruised and swollen faces were found bound and unable to move, struggling on the ground.

They were the same two thieves who broke into Rockefeller Manor.

The butcher waved his hand dismissively. "They're those two blind fools from before. Kill them or do whatever you want, just make sure they're clean."

After saying that, he considerately closed the door, leaving Lu Yiming with the space.

Lu Yiming slowly walked up to the two men and tore off the tape from their mouths.

The two looked at Lu Yiming with horror, panting heavily.

"Please! Let me go! I shouldn't have threatened the police chief."

"We really had no idea we'd run into such a jinx!"

"I'll give you everything, please be merciful..."

The two men were in tears, and before Lu Yiming could interrogate them, they had already confessed everything like beans spilling from a bamboo tube.

Lu Yiming's lips twitched.

It was those two bastards who did it, just as expected.

Where is the original?

"It's...it's in my pocket!"

Lu Yiming pulled out several sheets of photocopy paper and a cell phone from the two men's inner pockets.

Is there any cloud backup available?

"It's gone! It's all really here! What do we know about the cloud?"

As Lu Yiming looked at the names of high-ranking officials on the bill, a crazy idea popped into his head.

Now, he has leverage over the entire California political scene.

That way, when the smuggling of firearms is exposed, he will have countless protectors.

He slowly raised his head, his gaze falling on the two trembling thieves.

Images flashed through his mind: Rockefeller's ruthlessness in executing thieves, and Gu Qiu's decisiveness in killing the scapegoat.

Those who achieve great things must be ruthless.

He drew his gun and pointed it at the two thieves.

"don't want……"

The two were so frightened that they scrambled to hide in the corner.

boom!boom!

Two gunshots rang out, and blood splattered everywhere.

The two lay in pools of blood, completely lifeless.

【Kill-1】

Lu Yiming blew away the gunpowder smoke from the muzzle of his gun with a blank expression...

"Now all I have to do is wait for Gu Qiu to finish his press conference and successfully win the mayoral election, and I'll be the head of the homicide squad..."

"Then, with money paving the way, the entire Fremont Police Department will fall into my hands..."