I work as a sorcerer in the US, and my side hustle is building Gundams.

A Toyota pickup truck arrived, its exceptionally sturdy body exuding a rugged beauty.

The car's headlights pierced through the rain and mist, creating a bright white path, and it slowly drove over and stopped on the side of the road.

A middle-aged Latino man with a stern face and high cheekbones got out of the car. He was wearing a baseball cap.

"You're Lynn, the legendary witch doctor?"

He was wearing a gray windbreaker and walked quickly to the warehouse. His eyes, which looked like piercing needles, were fixed on Lynn.

"Yes, it's me, Mr. Perez?"

"It's me. You look younger than I expected, honestly, a white witch doctor?"

As he spoke, he shook his head, pulled a thick cigar from his pocket, put it in his mouth, but did not light it immediately.

"Sir, a white witch doctor is still a witch doctor. I can sense the divine will of the Noahs, and that is enough."

Lynn didn't want to dwell on this issue. Since the other party had come, they must still have confidence in her.

"I've heard your story from Francisco. Your performance in Carlos Bon was outstanding. And of course, it was the same at the 18th Street Gang."

It seems this challenger, dissatisfied with his position as the second-in-command, has investigated him quite thoroughly.

"So, you said you could help me? Could you elaborate on your thoughts?"

Next to the warehouse was an open space with a rain shelter. Several people stood there, but the warehouse blocked their view. The beach was right in front of them, so it was not very conspicuous.

"It's like this, Mr. Perez. As a witch doctor, the only way I can think of to give you an advantage is to get some information about Mr. Talib's misdeeds, or rather, incriminating evidence. At least something detrimental to the gang. Do you have any leads? Or do you have any leverage over him?"

"After I was released from prison, he purged and drove away my former underlings. To be honest, now I'm more of a mascot than the second-in-command."

Perez's voice was very low, with an uncontrollable rage in his throat.

"However, I have noticed that he disappears for half a day every week, and during that time no one can find or contact him."

"Although I don't know where he went, who he met, or what he did during this time..."

"But I think since he's so secretive and doesn't want anyone to know about him, it must be something he's doing that's shameful. What's shameful about a gang leader? Murder, robbery, drug trafficking, or even kidnapping and assassination... For a gang leader, it's all too normal, there's absolutely no point in hiding it from people."

A sea breeze blew by, making people shiver with cold.

Mmm. Perez finally couldn't resist his craving for a cigarette, took out a lighter, smoked the cigar, lit it, and took a big drag.

"Indeed, the things a gang leader needs to do secretly are definitely not trivial matters. They might be meeting their mistress, meeting with members of rival gangs, or secretly doing shady work behind the gang's accountant's back to earn some extra money that no one else knows about... In any case, it's definitely not something beneficial to the gang's interests..."

Lynn counted on his fingers, imagining all sorts of possibilities. From the novels and movies he had read, he could only come up with some similar plots.

"That's what I think too, so, witch doctor, if you can find out where he goes every Sunday afternoon, I think it might be helpful."

……

The meeting was very brief.

In less than 10 minutes, the two finished exchanging information and went their separate ways.

"So, Lynn, are you planning to switch careers and become a private investigator?"

Mike watched as Perez's pickup truck disappeared into the rain and mist, wiped his face from the rain, and turned to look curiously at Lynn, who had a serious expression on his face.

"No, not quite... but it's pretty much the same. Let's go back, the rain is getting heavier."

Kress drove the pickup truck toward Carlos's gang's base.

Although he was somewhat curious and skeptical, he wondered why the witch doctor could find out where Karib had gone that afternoon simply by telling him to meet with him now.

But the rumors about Lynn in the gang were too bizarre, so he decided to give it a try, thinking it was better to believe it than not, or to try anything as a last resort.

"Hey Frank, is Malibu in there?"

The car drove back to the neighborhood where gang members were guarding with M4s and AKs. Perez headed straight for the large villa in Malibu. At the door, he asked the guard, who was wearing a bulletproof vest and carrying an AK-47, with a wary expression.

"Yes, Mr. Perez, the boss is inside; he's meeting with an important guest. Should I inform him?"

The guard, named Frank, recognized him as the former boss and answered with great respect.

"No need, I'll wait in the lounge for a bit and grab a hot coffee. This awful weather's freezing me to the bone..."

He nonchalantly brushed the rain off his shoulders, strode into the villa, and went to the outer rest area.

Since Lynn said that he only needed to see Caribou before he left in the afternoon, he was sure he would run into him since he was sitting on the main road leading to the entrance and exit.

After drinking a cup of coffee that warmed him up from the inside out, Caribou finally finished his business and walked out of the living room with a chubby businessman-looking man.

"That's it, de Paul. With our protection, your smuggling operations will be much smoother..."

After seeing the fat businessman to the door, he opened his eyes wide in surprise, as if he had suddenly seen Perez.

"Hey, Perez, what are you doing here? Need something?"

Perez gritted his teeth inwardly at this blatant disregard, but outwardly feigned nonchalance and said:

"I'm here to tell you that the venue for our dinner party next weekend has been rented. At least five second-tier Hollywood stars will be attending your son Antonio's 10th birthday party. He's sure to have a great evening."

"Haha, I knew it! I have absolute confidence in your abilities!"

Caribou laughed heartily and patted Giuseppe on the shoulder, as if the two were best friends.

The two chatted and laughed for a while, then Giuseppe took off his hat and said goodbye, while Carib went back to his villa, wandered around inside for a long time, and then quickly left through a secret passage.

He walked along humming a little tune, clearly in a very good mood.

He didn't notice at all that just now, a faint black shadow, no taller than his knees, had appeared behind him from beside Perez's feet and followed him closely.