What the hell is the "kill line" when you're in America?

"A much bigger fire?" he repeated. "Do you know what that means?"

"It means many people will die, and it also means many of your enemies will die." Li Ang remained unmoved.

Death is perfectly normal.

"Who's going to clean up this mess?"

"You," Li Ang looked at him, "once you're in the boss's position, these are all things you'll be doing."

Victor's breath hitched.

He never thought of killing his boss.

But all he wanted was to survive.

"I don't have enough manpower," Victor offered as an excuse.

"That's your problem." Li Ang stood up. "My job is just to find the stuff, divide the money, and then leave."

"As for how you got that position, I have no interest in that."

Victor watched Li Ang's departing figure with a complex expression.

It's crazy.

......

The tranquility of Seattle was shattered the following night.

Gunshots echoed through the night sky in the dock area in the west of the city.

The Rusty Gang and their arch-rivals, the Iron Fist Gang, have erupted into their largest conflict in recent years over the ownership of a shipment.

The sound of sirens grew louder as they approached, then faded into the distance, quickly drowned out by even more intense gunfire.

No one was willing to go to that area.

At least for now, nobody wants to go to the areas where the fire has occurred.

No one noticed that on the other side of the city, a black pickup truck was heading into the darkness.

Li Ang jumped out of the passenger seat.

Victor followed closely behind.

"Have all your men withdrawn?" Li Ang asked.

"They've withdrawn." Victor nodded. "The boss's men, and those Iron Fist bastards, are all risking their lives at the docks right now."

"Let's go." Li Ang led the way towards the warehouse.

Victor followed closely behind him, holding a loaded submachine gun in his hand.

The warehouse door was locked, but Victor easily cut the rusty padlock with hydraulic shears.

The iron gate was pushed open, kicking up clouds of dust.

"Do you know the approximate location?" Li Ang asked, leaning closer.

Victor shook his head.

To be honest, he had only heard about this stuff; if it weren't for the boss's strict orders, he wouldn't have known anything about it.

He turned on his flashlight, and the beam swept across the empty warehouse.

The warehouse was filled with all sorts of abandoned shelves and miscellaneous items.

"Separate teams," Li Ang said. "Look for anything that seems off."

Victor had no objection, and the two of them, one on the left and one on the right, began a thorough search.

Victor seemed a little impatient, kicking away debris on the ground every now and then, making a clanging sound.

Li Ang, on the other hand, was much quieter.

He walked slowly, looking very carefully, his flashlight sweeping across one spot after another.

Time passed second by second.

Victor had already turned half the warehouse upside down, but still found nothing.

"Fuck!!!" he muttered under his breath, "Is that black guy messing with us?"

"There's no secret at all!"

Li Ang ignored his complaints.

He walked to an open space in the center of the warehouse and stopped.

This area is cleaner than other places.

The dust on the ground was noticeably thinner.

Li Ang squatted down and gently tapped on the cement floor.

The sound was muffled.

He changed his position and struck again.

The sound remained the same.

He stood up and rhythmically tapped the ground with his heels as he moved forward step by step.

Victor watched his actions with some confusion.

When he reached the center of the open space, the sound coming from under his feet changed.

It was no longer a dull, solid sound, but an echo with a hint of emptiness.

"Here." Li Ang stopped and tapped the ground with his toes.

Victor immediately ran over and knocked on the door, just like Li Ang had done.

"Empty!" His eyes lit up.

The two immediately set to work, clearing away the thin layer of loose soil from the ground.

Soon, a square metal plate was revealed.

The metal plate fits perfectly against the ground, without any handles or gaps.

But in the very center of the metal plate, there is a small circular groove, and next to the groove, two numbers are engraved.

42.

"The keyhole!" Victor exclaimed excitedly.

Li Ang took the brass key out of his pocket and handed it over.

He inserted the key into the groove and turned it gently.

There was a "click" sound, and the door lock seemed to have opened.

The two of them worked together to lift the door to the side.

A downward staircase appeared in front of the two.

"Found it!" Victor was overjoyed.

He raised his flashlight, the beam of light shining downwards.

The stairs were made of metal and stretched into the deep darkness.

"I'll go first." Victor gripped his submachine gun tightly and stepped down first.

To be honest, Li Ang thought this guy would let him go first and then shoot him in the back.

Li Ang followed behind him.

The stairs are not long, only about three or four meters deep.

At the end, there's only one door left.

Victor eagerly pushed open the door.

Li Ang followed closely behind, surveying the hidden underground space.

It's not big here, about thirty square meters.

The walls, ceiling, and floor were all made of a metallic material with a silvery-white sheen.

Building a basement with this material is quite a feat.

"Where's the money? Where's the gold?" Victor's voice was filled with confusion and anger.

Li Ang looked into the room.

It's more like a... refuge, not the kind of place that hides any secrets.

It doesn't look like a place that could be filled with gold.

Against the wall was a simple cot, with a sleeping bag neatly folded on it.

Beside the bed was a small table with a portable gas stove and several unopened cans on it.

In the other corner, there was a dozen or so sealed plastic boxes, each about half a person's height.

Victor rushed over and kicked the boxes away.

The box fell to the ground, and what fell out were only some compressed biscuits, bottled water, and some first-aid medicines.

No gold!

No US dollars!

There wasn't even a trace of anything valuable!

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!" Victor couldn't accept this result.

Why did his boss order these places to be hidden?

Why resort to underhanded tactics to eliminate one's own people?

Victor couldn't understand what his boss was hiding!

Li Ang frowned as well. After all that trouble, they were just going to come back empty-handed?

However, it was the military supply crates on the side that caught Li Ang's attention.

Li Ang pulled out the crowbar he always carried with him.

I walked over.

He yanked the box open, and the lid popped off.

Li Ang only saw that it was filled with stacks of documents!

Victor watched from the side and said, "It's just a bunch of useless documents, nothing at all!"

"We've been tricked! We've been tricked!"

Li Ang ignored Victor and focused his gaze on the documents.

He picked up a document and looked at it.

The pupils dilated suddenly.

"This is...this..."