Dual Transmigration: American Prison, Surviving to a Fantasy Development Stage

Lin Feng said speechlessly, "Is that even a question? Those scissors are industrial-grade hydraulic scissors, specially designed for cutting cables."

What else could they be doing, squatting next to the charging station with hydraulic shears in hand?

They're definitely stealing cables.

Currently, the purchase price of scrap copper in the US market is $14,500 per ton, which is equivalent to nearly 100,000 RMB per ton.

A single fast charging station contains copper cables weighing at least ten kilograms, and some cables can contain as much as twenty or thirty kilograms of copper.

They earn tens of dollars just by cutting one patty, which is much more than they make flipping meat patties at McDonald's.

After listening, Qiao Chen silently did some calculations, then spoke in the meticulous tone characteristic of a science and engineering PhD.

"The copper wire inside the charging station, at most, would only sell for thirty or forty US dollars."

During my undergraduate studies in engineering, I worked on a project about the cost structure of charging stations.

The installation cost of a Tesla V3 fast charging station is approximately $40,000.

Repairing a charging station with a cut cable would cost at least three to five thousand US dollars in labor and material costs.

They stole thirty or forty dollars worth of copper, causing a loss of four or five thousand dollars.

This input-output ratio doesn't look like a good deal at all.

Lin Feng was amused by Qiao Chen's serious expression as he did the accounting, and shook his head with a smile.

"How can it not be worth it?"

You're calculating from an investment perspective, but that's not how they do it.

Stealing cables is a risk-free and highly profitable business.

They didn't pay for the cables; they didn't contribute a single penny.

For them, a hydraulic shear cuts down with a snap.

A few dozen dollars will be yours in no time. Then you can go to the next charging station and cut the price a little more.

A few hundred dollars was easily obtained.

By the time the police arrived after receiving the report, they had already driven off in their pickup truck.

Do you consider the cost of repairing the charging station a loss?

They don't care about that; it's not like they own the place.

Qiao Chen opened her mouth, only to find that she couldn't refute it.

But upon closer inspection, it makes perfect sense.

"These black guys are too wicked, daring to steal things so openly in broad daylight."

Should we call the police?

Lin Feng: "What's so bad about it? This isn't Lao Hei's daily routine."

Just watch the show; don't interfere with other people's cause and effect.

Besides, calling the police would just be a waste of our time.

My time is very precious; losing an hour of it is far more valuable than this charging station.

"Sorry, Brother Feng, I was too naive."

Guo Lin laughed and said, "No wonder electric vehicles have never taken off in Europe and the United States."

It now appears that charging stations are a major, unavoidable issue.

What's the point of building so many charging stations?

Everything can be stolen in one night.

Didn't Tesla set up a special security team to combat cable theft a few years ago?

They spent hundreds of millions, but it was all for nothing.

Upon hearing this, Sarah's lips curled up slightly, revealing a meaningful smile.

"You've hit the nail on the head."

When I was chatting with Anna on the phone the other day, she complained to me about something.

She said the CIA's intelligence analysis department had just released an analysis report specifically addressing this issue.

The title is "Cross-departmental National Threat Assessment of Copper Wire Theft from Charging Stations".

Can you imagine that the CIA has even set up a special working group to study this issue?

The CIA, the agency that deals with terrorists and foreign spies, is now investigating who is stealing the copper wires from American charging stations.

"How come stealing a cable has brought up the CIA?"

Isn't this like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut?

Qiao Chen's eyes widened, and she asked incredulously.

"This shows that the situation has become extremely serious, to a terrifying degree."

Sarah shrugged, her tone calm but tinged with sarcasm.

When a country's critical infrastructure is largely paralyzed by copper thieves...

It's perfectly normal for intelligence agencies to get involved.

Anna said there was a piece of data in their briefing last month,

Across the United States, charging station outages due to cable theft occurred more than 20,000 times in a single month.

Do you think those charging stations were eliminated by nature?

No, it was phased out by hydraulic shears.

Just as the women were having a heated discussion, the piercing sound of a police siren suddenly came from behind, growing louder as it approached.

Four black and white police cars, lined up in a single file with their lights flashing wildly, sped past their Chevrolet.

"Waaaaah—"

Several Black men also heard the sirens and jumped with astonishing speed onto a beat-up Ford F-150 pickup truck parked next to the charging station.

Then it crashed through the wooden guardrail, sped onto the interstate highway, and sped away at full throttle.

Four police cars gave chase, putting on a high-speed, high-octane performance on the wide intercontinental highway.

The girls watched with great interest from the car window.

However, just as this chase was about to reach its climax...

The passenger-side window of the pickup truck in the lead suddenly rolled down.

The black man in the passenger seat pulled a bag of triangular nails from under the seat and frantically threw them out the car window.

Bright iron nails were laid out all over the road with a clatter.

The four police cars in hot pursuit had no time to react; their tires were punctured in an instant, leaving four large holes.

The third police car tried desperately to swerve to avoid the impact, but several triangular nails punctured its tires, causing them to puncture with a hiss and its speed to drop sharply.

The road is blocked.

Having maintained a safe distance behind the police car, Lin Feng had no choice but to slam on the brakes.

Upon seeing this, Lin Feng's face immediately darkened.

He originally came here just for fun, but he never expected to be stuck here.

"You're wasting my time."

Lin Feng cursed under his breath, took his right hand off the steering wheel, and casually flicked his finger out the window.

A bullet, enveloped in a faint burst of spiritual energy, hurtled through the air at a speed completely invisible to the naked eye.

Like a miniature guided missile,

It accurately hit the fuel tank cap of the Ford pickup truck that was fleeing in a frantic manner.

The sparks from the bullet penetrating the fuel tank cap instantly ignited the remaining gasoline inside the tank.

The fire spread as fast as if a barrel of explosives had been ignited.

Immediately afterwards, a deafening explosion resounded throughout the entire highway.

"Bang!"

The pickup truck was lifted high into the air by the blast wave from the exploding fuel tank, tumbling twice before crashing heavily into a ditch on the other side of the road.

The car body twisted and deformed, glass shards flew everywhere, and thick black smoke billowed out.

Several black men, their heads bleeding profusely and their faces covered in blood, struggled to crawl out of the mangled car windows.

There were still tiny sparks of fire clinging to his clothes.

Their legs were weak, and they wanted to run, but they were clearly too exhausted to continue.

Seeing this, the frustrated police officers behind them were like wolves that hadn't eaten for three days seeing a wounded antelope, and they immediately perked up.

They drew their pistols and charged forward, shouting:

"Go, Go, Go"

"FBI! Don't move! Lie down on the ground!"

Several police officers rushed forward, pinning the three black men to the ground and pressing their knees hard against their necks.

The handcuffs snapped shut on their wrists, and then, with a flurry of blows, fists the size of sandbags rained down on them.

The beating caused several black men to scream in agony.

Lin Feng watched the scene of the police brutally enforcing the law in the distance, a slight smile appeared on his lips, and then he waved his hand.