America: Starting from collecting corpses, leveling up to godhood

After the appetizers, it's time for the main course.

Chen Ming returned to the car, placed the Remington M870 with its barrel sawed off within easy reach of the passenger seat, and then started the car to merge into the traffic on Wilshire Avenue.

Four kilometers is just a short distance in Los Angeles at night, requiring only two steps on the gas.

Just a few minutes later, Chen Ming saw a jewelry store called "Brilliant".

The store is located on a street corner, and the huge floor-to-ceiling windows display diamond necklaces that sparkle even in the dead of night. The bulletproof glass reflects an alluring luster under the streetlights.

Chen Ming didn't get too close. Instead, he slid the car into the shadow of a closed coffee shop across the street, leaving only a crack in the window to observe.

Sure enough, something was going on.

A black Ford E-Class van was illegally parked at the entrance of the alley next to the jewelry store, the hood vibrating slightly, indicating that the engine was not turned off.

The windows were covered with dark shatterproof film, making it impossible to see inside, but the extent of the suspension collapse indicated that the car was at least full of people—or loaded with very heavy items.

Chen Ming narrowed his eyes.

Just then, the side sliding door of the bread truck opened a crack, and a burly arm reached out and flicked off some cigarette ash.

In that brief moment of silence, Chen Ming not only saw several hooded men sitting inside the car, but also the things placed on their laps.

The AR15 with its large drum magazine, along with several shotguns and submachine guns—this firepower configuration is more than enough for serious urban warfare; they clearly came prepared.

If Chen Ming really waited until they finished looting before going up to "slack off," he'd probably be riddled with bullets before he even got close...

These tough guys from the Caucasus region aren't like ordinary gangsters who just hold their guns sideways to intimidate people. They really understand tactics and teamwork, and some of them may even be veterans who have retired from Afghanistan.

We had no choice but to call for off-field support.

Chen Ming shrank back and then took out a disposable prepaid phone to call the police.

In the United States, there are specific rules and etiquette regarding calling the police.

If Chen Ming uses a registered mobile phone number or identifies himself over the phone, he will become both the person reporting the crime and a witness, and must remain at the scene to wait for the police car to arrive.

Afterwards, they will have to be questioned, give statements, and even identify suspects from the back seat of a police car...

This not only means he will be exposed to gang members, but also that he will be entangled with the police for hours, with no chance to take advantage of the situation.

While anonymous reporting may reduce the level of attention from the police, it has the advantage of being safe and discreet, and you don't have to bear any legal responsibility.

"911, what's the emergency?"

"On Wilshire Avenue, someone attempted to rob a jewelry store at gunpoint..."

Chen Ming pinched his nose and spoke very quickly, his words carrying a perfectly timed hint of panic.

"Five or six masked men were sitting in a black Ford van. I saw they had modified AR-15s and large drum magazines... My God, they're going to storm in!"

"Sir, please remain calm and tell me your name and exact location. We'll be there in a minute..."

"I don't want to die, I have to go!"

beep...

Chen Ming decisively hung up the phone, removed the battery and SIM card, and threw them into the sewer.

"The show is about to begin."

……

A few minutes later, just as the system's timer expired, the black Ford charged onto the road like a raging bull, blocking the entrance to the jewelry store.

The location was extremely clever—the massive vehicle not only blocked the store's main entrance but also provided the shortest possible route for subsequent evacuation.

Then, four figures filed out and rushed into the store.

"Everyone lie down, hands behind your heads!"

The roar was accompanied by the sound of gunfire.

One man, armed with a gun, stood with his back to the door frame as a sentry, while another jumped into the counter and knocked down the security guard who was trying to press the alarm.

The remaining two swung sledgehammers, smashed the glass, and swept the expensive jewelry and gold and silver treasures from the tray into a large black travel bag.

"Fifty seconds left, hurry up!"

The sentry at the gate kept announcing the time, and the Ford car never turned off.

There wasn't a single superfluous word or step in the entire process, making Chen Ming want to learn it frame by frame—this traditional American craftsmanship was indeed authoritative.

GTA really didn't lie!

If nothing unexpected happens, this will be a textbook example of a successful robbery.

Unfortunately, Chen Ming had called the police beforehand.

Red and blue flashing lights soon appeared at the end of the street.

Two Crown Victoria police cars practically drifted around the corner, the screeching of brakes barely fading before the doors were already pushed open.

"Put down your weapons!"

The police were answered with bullets.

Without a word, the sentry at the gate raised his AR-15 with a large drum magazine and unleashed a barrage of fire, instantly riddling the windshield of the first police car with holes.

The police officer who had just poked his head out was pressed down so hard he couldn't even lift his head. He could only awkwardly retreat behind the car door and call for backup over the radio.

At the same time, the roar of huge propellers echoed in the night sky—helicopters from the television station and the police station were rapidly approaching, their searchlight beams already shining on the road.

"Damn it, the helicopter's here! Get out of here!"

The robbers were clearly aware of this, and their three accomplices immediately rushed into the Ford with bags full of goods, attempting to break through the encirclement on the sidewalk before it closed in.

As a result of rushing, they crashed directly into a fire hydrant.

"Bang!"

The violent impact caused the heavy car to swerve violently, and the not-quite-closed trunk door instantly sprang open, throwing out a small black bag that rolled twice before coming to rest in the shadows.

But the robbers clearly didn't care anymore, and rushed wildly into the night through the open back door.

Almost simultaneously, several police cars that arrived later gave chase with sirens blaring, and no one noticed the inconspicuous bag by the roadside.

"Wow, do you even get gear drops here?"

Chen Ming immediately perked up, sat up straight, and scanned his surroundings.

After the first wave of patrol officers was suppressed by fire, they were busy reorganizing the pursuit, with helicopters following the vehicles overhead. The main force would need several tens of seconds to block the intersection...

Take a chance, and you'll get a new car.

Release the brake, shift gears, and the Corolla drove off under the cover of night.

Chen Ming didn't even stop the car. While driving, he opened the car door, picked up the bag with one hand, and threw it onto the passenger seat.

The moment the car doors closed, a third wave of police cars arrived with sirens blaring.

Chen Ming turned on his right turn signal without any expression, and even politely gave way to the police car before calmly driving into the opposite one-way street.

He only glanced at the passenger seat after the sirens had faded into the distance.

Thanks to my friend from the Caucasus for the gift!

……

After returning to his apartment, Chen Ming locked the door and emptied everything out of the bag.

Three platinum necklaces studded with diamonds, two extravagant Cuban bracelets, and two watches with the tags still attached.

Open Chrono2 and eBay on your phone and compare the styles one by one.