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"Chen, look ahead, is something blocking the road?"

Su Qing put down the binoculars in her hand.

The crisp sound echoed in the quiet carriage.

Jiang Chen withdrew his gaze from the snow-capped mountains and turned it towards the winding mountain road ahead.

This is deep in the Sichuan-Western Plateau, on an old national highway that has long been abandoned.

The road surface was full of potholes and the area was rarely visited.

Their Unimog was traveling at a slow speed.

This black, steel behemoth appeared exceptionally large on the desolate road.

At the sharp turn ahead, which was nearly 90 degrees, the originally narrow road was mostly blocked by several huge rocks.

Only a narrow passage, barely wide enough for a small car to pass through, remained at the scene.

This is clearly a roadblock set up by humans.

Jiang Chen held the steering wheel steadily and calmly stepped on the brake.

The massive machine, weighing over ten tons, emitted a soft hydraulic braking sound.

The car's speed gradually decreased.

"What's going on here? Road construction?"

Su Qing peeked out curiously.

Jiang Chen's face turned cold.

"It's not road construction."

Jiang Chen's tone was indifferent.

"They're blocking the way."

Unimog slowly approached the bend.

Several figures moved about in the waist-high grass by the roadside.

Three shirtless men stepped out of the bushes.

Their skin was tanned dark and shiny by the high-altitude sun.

These men looked like hooligans, with faded, bluish-green dragon and tiger tattoos on their bodies.

They had cigarettes dangling from their lips, and were eyeing the enormous creature before them with ill intent.

These are local thugs who live in remote areas and make a living by extorting money from passing vehicles.

"Hey, what a lucky day!"

The tall, thin thug spat out his cigarette butt and nudged the scarred man next to him with his elbow.

"Boss, look! This vehicle... what the hell is that monster? It's even taller than a Dongfeng truck!"

Scarface squinted, staring at the all-black matte-finish Unimog.

Although he didn't recognize the Mercedes logo, he didn't know what a Unimog was.

But having been on this road for many years, he still has a good eye for cars.

This car's domineering presence is definitely not something that ordinary wealthy people can afford to drive.

The car's price would be at least several million, or even tens of millions.

The car owner was definitely a huge, fat sheep like never before seen.

Scarface's eyes gleamed with greed. He licked his chapped lips and grinned menacingly at his henchmen.

"Damn, that's a huge guy!"

"After we pull off this job, none of us brothers will have to worry about anything this year!"

The younger brother, sporting a small mustache, rubbed his hands together excitedly, his mouth practically watering.

"Boss, what are we waiting for? The usual?"

"The usual rules!"

Scarface took a drag of his cigarette, flicked the butt away, and grinned menacingly.

He turned to his two other underlings and gave them instructions.

"I'll go first! You two stay on the sidelines and wait for the right moment. As soon as his car stops, rush up and surround him!"

"Remember, cry your heart out! Tell them my leg is ruined for life! Nobody's passing by today without a million dollars!"

"Alright! Just you wait and see, boss!"

The two henchmen rubbed their hands together, eager for a fight, and retreated back into the bushes.

Scarface moved his neck, the bones making a crisp sound.

As he watched the steel behemoth draw ever closer, his mind was filled with thoughts of the huge sum of money he was about to receive.

He's a professional at staging accidents.

He has mastered this process to perfection.

Use stones to force vehicles to stop, calculate the braking distance and speed precisely, and then dash out at just the right moment to pretend to be hit.

If the performance is convincing, out-of-towners who drive luxury cars and don't want trouble will usually pay up to avoid disaster.

Using this trick, he has already extorted hundreds of thousands of yuan on the road.

Today he's going to pull off something big.

Unimog had reduced its speed to less than 30 miles per hour to avoid the rocks.

It's now!

Scarface seized the opportunity and darted off from the roadside.

His actions were arrogant; he didn't dodge at all and charged straight at the tall front of the car.

As he reached the front of the car, he let out an exaggerated scream.

The voice sounded like someone preparing to run for an Oscar.

"Ouch! Someone's been hit and killed!"

His body went limp, and he skillfully fell to the ground.

To make the injury look more realistic, he deliberately adjusted his posture, preparing to extend his right leg in front of the tire.

If the driver brakes in time, the bumps in the vehicle are enough to create the illusion of being run over.

Whether he lives or dies, whether he breaks a leg or becomes paralyzed, it will all depend on his word.

We must extort two million from him today.

Scarface started planning where he would go and have fun after getting the money.

However, despite all his careful planning, he miscalculated one crucial thing.

The car he staged an accident with today wasn't the Mercedes or BMW he'd encountered before.

Instead, it was an ultimate killing machine that Jiang Chen had heavily invested in and modified to military standards.