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

The bald man's crotch was instantly soaked.

"I...I..." The bald man tried to speak, but extreme fear prevented him from uttering a complete sentence.

Li Ang did not ask a second time.

He released the gun barrel that was pressed against the bald man's forehead.

A flicker of relief at surviving a disaster flashed in the bald man's eyes.

But this glimmer of relief lasted less than half a second.

Li Ang raised his foot and stomped heavily on the bald man's knee.

"Snap!"

The sound of bones shattering was so clear it sent chills down your spine.

"ah!!!"

Li Ang didn't even glance at him, turning around and walking towards the thug who was tied to a chair and was already terrified.

He pulled out his dagger and cut the rope.

"Go back."

The young man tumbled and scrambled off the chair, crawling towards the door on all fours, not daring to linger for even a second longer.

When he climbed to the doorway, he looked back.

He saw the bald man, groaning on the ground, crawling on the ground, trying to pick up another gun.

But then they saw Li Ang's figure flash behind the bald man.

"Bang!"

The young man was terrified and dared not look back, rushing into the street like a madman.

Li Ang threw away the shotgun in his hand and walked out of the bar.

He didn't turn around or check any of the bodies; Derek would handle that.

Li Ang walked out of the bar.

The cold morning wind, carrying the smell of rust and dust, ruffled his trench coat.

Side Quest: Eliminating the Remnants Completed

[Quest Reward: Magic Points +100]

He got into the Dodge, started the engine, and the vehicle merged into the empty street.

Derek and Scorpion had been waiting for a long time.

Derek saw Li Ang and quickly went to greet him.

"Boss."

Li Ang nodded and walked into the cold storage.

Victor hadn't slept all night, and he only felt a little more awake when he saw Li Ang come in.

Li Ang walked up to the pile of ammunition boxes.

"Derek, Scorpion."

"Boss."

Li Ang scolded Derek: "Clean up your own mess. Don't keep creating trouble every day. I don't want any more chaos in the territory left by the Snake Eyes Gang and our own Ninth District."

Derek's back was soaked with cold sweat, and he dared not breathe, only nodding repeatedly.

"Victor! Call Charlie and tell him, east of town, Union Railroad freight yard, platform three, we'll be there in an hour."

Victor's face turned deathly pale instantly.

"Now?" His voice trembled. "Li, we shouldn't be in such a hurry, those documents..."

"The documents are with me," Li Ang interrupted him. "He wants a gun, so we'll give him a gun."

"Pick twenty quick-witted men and have them change into clean clothes," Li Ang ordered. "Drive out those refrigerated trucks and load all the guns onto them."

"Where are those grenade boxes?" Scorpion asked instinctively.

"Leave."

Scorpion dared not ask any more questions and immediately turned around to arrange manpower.

He knew that Li Ang had already made his decision.

All he can do now is follow this madman down this dark path.

After half an hour.

Three large refrigerated trucks, under Victor's direction, slowly drove out of the slaughterhouse.

Behind the convoy were several inconspicuous cars.

Li Ang sat in the passenger seat of the lead car, his eyes closed, as if he were dozing.

Victor drove himself, his palms sweaty as he gripped the steering wheel tightly.

"Lee, Charlie is no pushover," Victor couldn't help but say. "His men are all veterans of war, and we have so few men..."

"Charlie wants the goods." Leon opened his eyes, looking at the street scene rushing past the window. "As long as the goods are fine, he won't make a move."

"But what if..."

"There's no 'what if'."

Thinking of this, Li Ang realized that if all else failed, he could run away himself.

Victor glanced at Li Ang in the rearview mirror; his face showed no emotion.

He suddenly realized that the Asian man next to him might be even crazier than Charlie.

The convoy headed east and entered the Union Railway freight yard.

This is Seattle's largest freight hub, where abandoned railroad tracks stretch out like a spider web, and rusty freight cars lie like silent behemoths in the night.

The air was filled with the smell of diesel fuel and rust.

Platform 3 is in a remote location, surrounded by piles of abandoned shipping containers.

Victor parked the car in front of the platform.

The surroundings were deathly silent, with only the whistling sound of the wind blowing through the gaps in the shipping containers.

"Where is he?" Victor looked around nervously.

Li Ang didn't say anything. He pushed open the car door and got out.

Almost at the same time he got off the bus.

"Swish! Swish! Swish!"

More than a dozen blinding headlights lit up simultaneously from all directions, illuminating the entire Platform 3 as if it were daytime.

The roar of the engine grew louder as it approached.

Five or six black Ford F150 pickup trucks emerged from the shadows of the cargo container, forming a semi-circle that tightly surrounded Li Ang's convoy.

More than twenty burly men armed with automatic rifles jumped off the vehicle. They moved in unison and quickly took up advantageous positions, their dark gun barrels all pointed at Li Ang.

Victor's gang of thugs had never seen anything like this before.

We've never seen them have this much firepower before, even when they merged with the Iron Fist Gang!

Their faces were deathly pale, and their hands gripping the guns were trembling.

Victor remained relatively calm, knowing that the Iron Fist Gang's true strength lay in Charlie's core group.

The previous plan to merge the fire was carried out with other underlings of the Iron Fist Gang.

The door of a pickup truck opened, and Charlie jumped out.

"Hey, isn't this Victor?" Charlie's gaze passed over Leon and landed on Victor behind him. "The second-in-command of the Golden Rust Gang. I never thought a yellow-skinned monkey could get you here."

Victor's face flushed red and then turned pale; his lips moved, but he didn't dare to utter a sound.

"The goods are here." Charlie then turned his gaze back to Li Ang, looking him up and down with a scrutinizing and curious look in his eyes.

"Cash on delivery." Li Ang did not answer his question.

"Interesting." He waved his hand behind him.

Several burly men walked over and opened the back door of the first refrigerated truck.

Neatly stacked ammunition boxes appeared before everyone's eyes.

Charlie's eyes lit up.

He nodded to a man with a goatee standing next to him.

Goatee and a few others jumped onto the carriage and began inspecting the goods.

They worked very professionally, prying open a box, taking out an AK, pulling the bolt, and inspecting the barrel.

No one spoke throughout the entire process.

Only the crisp sound of metal clashing echoed in the silent freight yard.

"You're right on time," Charlie said, looking at Leon.

"I like efficient collaboration," Li Ang replied.

"He has several regular hiding places, and the dock is one of them," Li Ang said, half-truthfully. "I was just lucky."

Charlie smiled, clearly not believing him.

"luck?"

"To be able to find this shipment within three days and still be standing here unharmed talking to me, that can't be explained by luck alone."

He took two steps forward, leaned closer to Li Ang, and lowered his voice.

"Tell me, who gave you this message?"

"Is it someone else? Or a pack of dogs?"

"Now, I've helped you find your goods," Li Ang said. "You should be concerned about the goods, not me."

Charlie stared into Leon's eyes for a good ten seconds.

"Boss, the goods are fine."

Goatbeard jumped off the vehicle and reported to the leader.

"The quantities match, the quality is excellent, and they are all brand new."

Charlie nodded, his smile widening.

"very good."

He patted Li Ang on the shoulder.

"You did a good job."

Charlie's hand, like a thick steak, patted Li Ang on the shoulder.

Li Ang did not move.

"Money," he said, uttering only one word.

Charlie's smile froze for a moment.

He withdrew his hand and looked Li Ang up and down as if he were seeing him for the first time.

"Young man, don't be in such a hurry," Charlie said. "We have plenty of time to talk."

"My time is very valuable," Li Ang replied.

Charlie's eyes narrowed.

The burly men around him, armed with automatic rifles, lowered their gun barrels even further.

The atmosphere became tense again.

Victor stood behind, his heart pounding in his chest.

He was really afraid that Li Ang would start fighting with Charlie at any moment.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Charlie suddenly burst into laughter, the sound echoing through the empty yard.

"Interesting, you're really interesting."

After laughing, he turned around, took a black sports travel bag from his pickup truck, and threw it at Li Ang's feet.

"Here's five hundred thousand," Charlie said. "Cash."

Li Ang did not look at the bag.

"The agreed-upon one million."

"The remaining 500,000 is your sincerity." Charlie's smile vanished. "My boss wants to know if this shipment is truly intact."

Victor's brain buzzed.

He found out.

Charlie knows!

He knew there was a document!

Victor instinctively tried to back away, but found his legs felt as heavy as lead.

Li Ang's face remained expressionless.

"These are all I found," he replied.

"Really?" Charlie stepped forward, leaned close to Leon's ear, and said in a voice only the two of them could hear.

"That idiot Marcus stole something he shouldn't have touched."

"My boss doesn't care about these guns; what he cares about is whether he can sleep soundly later."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"You'll find out." Charlie straightened up and distanced himself again.

He pulled a black phone out of his pocket and tossed it to Li Ang.

"By the way, I heard you took care of some people who wanted information about this shipment? You're very clever, my boss is very satisfied with you."

"My boss likes to deal with smart people."

He will contact you.

"As for the remaining 500,000, once you satisfy him, he will give you ten times that amount."

After Charlie finished speaking, he gave Li Ang a deep look.

He waved.

"Let's go."

Several Ford pickup trucks started their engines and turned around.

The burly men jumped into the car with swift movements.

Before closing the car door, Goatee glanced back at Li Ang with a complicated look in his eyes.

Soon, the roar of the engine faded into the distance.

A dozen or so blinding headlights disappeared into the shadows of the cargo container.

And the travel bag on the ground containing 500,000 yuan in cash.

"It's over...it's over..."

Victor kept muttering to himself.

If he could still see a glimmer of hope when facing the church and the Golden Rust Gang, then he hadn't.

So now, when Charlie utters the word "boss," and when the secret of "paper" is revealed...

He knew they were facing an unimaginable behemoth.

Li Ang ignored him.

He bent down, picked up the travel bag from the ground, and unzipped it.

Bundles of brand-new Franklin were neatly stacked inside.

He took out the black phone.

This is not something you can buy on the market.

Just then.

"Buzz... Buzz..."

The phone suddenly vibrated.

The screen lit up, displaying an incoming call from an "unknown number".

Li Ang glanced at him.

Then, I pressed the answer button.

There was no sound coming from the phone.

There was only a hissing electrical noise.

Li Ang remained silent.

Time passed, second by second.

The other party didn't say anything, and the call was inexplicably disconnected.

"Beep...beep...beep..."

The busy signal sounded particularly jarring in the quiet night.

Li Ang put the phone into his pocket without any expression.

"Let's go," he said to Victor, who was already terrified.

"I'm going back."

Victor's lips trembled, and he couldn't utter a single word.

Li Ang answered the phone calmly.

And he even told himself "I'm going back"?

Li Ang ignored him and walked to the driver's side, opening the car door.

"drive."

By the time the convoy returned to the slaughterhouse, it was already fully light.

Derek and Scorpion, along with their men, waited anxiously at the door.

They all breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the three refrigerated trucks return safely.

"Boss!"

Derek was the first to greet him.

"Is it resolved?" he asked cautiously.

Li Ang did not answer. He picked up the black travel bag, got out of the car, and walked straight to the cold storage.

Derek and Scorpion exchanged a glance, both seeing the confusion in each other's eyes.

They followed.

Victor got out of the driver's seat, looking utterly dejected. His legs went weak, and he almost fell.

"Mr. Victor, are you alright?" Scorpion stepped forward and helped him up.

"It's nothing..." Victor waved his hand, his face looking worse than a dead man's.

In the cold storage.

Li Ang threw the travel bag on the ground and unzipped it.

The sight of $500,000 in cash shocked Derek and Scorpion.

"This...this was given to me by Charlie?" Derek's voice trembled.

"Deposit," Li Ang said calmly.

"Fuck..." Derek couldn't help but swear.

Five hundred thousand, just a deposit?

He had never seen so much money in his life.

Have you only been working for this new boss for a few days?

He felt that he had wasted the last few decades of his life.

The scorpion was also shocked.

But he was more perceptive than Derek; he noticed Victor's dazed look and Leon's overly calm face.

"What about the Snake Eyes Gang's earnings?" Li Ang asked.

Derek then snapped out of his shock at the money.

"Oh, here it is!"

He quickly had someone bring over a box.

"Cash, thirty-six thousand dollars," Derek said boastfully, "and some worthless jewelry, and a few broken guns."

He paused, then added.

"The body...the body has been disposed of and sold for 30,000 yuan."

This is the norm for low-level gangs like theirs.

After a fierce battle, risking their lives, all they get in the end is a few tens of thousands of dollars. If they're lucky, they get injured; if they're unlucky... they get sold off.

Compared to the travel bag that Li Ang threw on the ground, it was nothing more than a drop in the ocean.

"Um."

Li Ang nodded, which was a way of acknowledging his work.

"From today onwards, you can do whatever you want with this money." Li Ang pointed to the box that Derek had brought.

"Expand manpower and consolidate territory."

"I don't want to see any more fools daring to cause trouble on my turf."

The task list popped up again the moment Li Ang finished speaking.

[Task: Possessing a Treasure is a Crime (Phase 1, Completed)]

[Rewards: +10 free attribute points, +500 magic points]

[Acquired Skill: Ever-Changing (Beginner)]