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

Chapter 87 DBcooper and His Treasure (Chapter 4 of 4 today)

Speaking of DBcooper...

This is a legend among legends.

Those who frequently break out of prison should know this person.

他于1971年1月退役，于当年11月24日劫持了由波特兰飞往西雅图的西北航空公司305

Flight No. 1 successfully extorted $200,000 by skydiving over the Louis River, about 25 miles west of Portland.

After successfully landing, he was arrested while stealing a vehicle from a nearby farmer. He was sentenced to 60 years in prison for hijacking, manslaughter, and other crimes. In 2025, he was released 6 years early due to "insufficient evidence" and "good behavior." He immediately went to Portland, where he had buried a huge sum of money, only to find that a brand new town had been built there. Cooper was so desperate that he drank heavily, which led to neurotoxicity, and he began to live on the streets.

The last time I went to James Road with my two newly recruited black underlings, Daniel and DeShawn, I found this old man who called himself Charles.

I had used the system's built-in scanning function to check his information and confirmed that he was indeed the legendary hijacker.

But the painful part is that he clearly robbed the money and hid it in a safe place.

But now a small town has been built on top of it, and he can't get the money out at all!

Even now, he's a homeless man living in a tent, barely surviving, and has driven himself insane.

He spent decades in prison and paid a huge price, but he still can't get his hands on the money!

Anyone can imagine that if it were them, they might go even crazier than him.

But when I came to him, I was just a level 2 warlock with only Corruption and Weakness spells at my disposal, and I didn't even have any direct attack skills.

At that time, he had few helpers, only Mike and two underlings who had just joined him, whose loyalty was still unclear.

There's simply no way to cross such a long distance, find such a large sum of money, and bring it out safely and smoothly.

Moreover, he was burdened with a huge debt from the Carlos gang and was being watched by their people.

If you actually go looking for it yourself and finally find it, you'll end up doing all the work for someone else.

But now—

With these skills, I feel that these difficulties are no longer so difficult.

Let's just talk about how to lend out such a large sum of money without being seen, coveted, or robbed by people on the street.

He already had the best solution.

[Small red bag].

When I find the money, I'll just put it in this portable space without anyone noticing. Who would guess that such a large sum of money would be stored in this tiny bag that looks like a small phone box?

Therefore, Lynn would not tell anyone about this personal space, not even his closest friend Mike, and he could not use this magical spatial item in front of him.

Because Lynn had only recently recruited Daniel and Desean and didn't know their character or loyalty, he didn't tell them the truth at all. He simply said that Charles was an ordinary homeless man who had fallen out of danger and ended up on the streets because of problems with his marriage and job.

But now, they have proven their loyalty.

Other members of the Fountain Gang, such as Jack, Lily, and Bob, have also proven that they can help Lynn in many ways, and now the Fountain Gang and he have become one.

Therefore, when Lynn went to James Road this time, he brought his strongest bodyguard team with him.

"Hey Charles, are you alright?"

Early the next morning, Lynn brought Michael Danielshead and Jack to Old Charles's tent.

It was a drizzly morning, with occasional light snowflakes falling, and the air was already close to freezing.

The simple tent in that deserted alley still stands stubbornly, though it has been patched up again, it still emits a warm orange-yellow light.

It's clear that the tent's owner remains resilient.

Lynn opened the tent flap, which had a broken zipper and couldn't be fully closed, and poked his head inside.

He saw the white-haired old man wearing a dark blue woolen hat, a wrinkled and dirty coat he had picked up, huddled in front of a kerosene stove with a flame no bigger than a bean.

He was holding a chubby gray cat in his arms. It was clear that he had shared a lot of his meager food with his beloved pet. Perhaps its companionship was one of the most important reasons why he had managed to survive.

Vietnam War veteran D.B. Cooper is in very poor condition; his health has plummeted to near death, and his life force is fading. But he still vividly remembers that sunny morning of November 24, 1971.

"Heh, he's still thinking about that money—"

Lynn shook his head and smiled bitterly.

Yes, that's $20, which could completely change the miserable fate of a homeless person.

How helpless one must feel when the money is right in front of them, yet they can't get their hands on it.

"It's alright, we're here to help you fulfill this wish."

Lynn pulled a bottle of [Antitoxic Potion] and a bottle of [Basic Healing Potion] from his pocket.

He knew that Cooper was acting so erratically because he had been drinking heavily out of despair, which had led to neurotoxicity.

The reason I didn't treat him last time was because I was still too weak. Even if I had cured him and helped him find the money, I would have been doing all the work for someone else.

But now, I'm strong enough to not be afraid of many things or many people.

"Come on, Mr. Cooper, this green potion will clear your mind and sharpen your senses."

Lynn handed over the antidote.

But the crazy old man hugged his fat cat as if he had seen a devil, desperately trying to dodge and shrink back, as if it were a bottle of nasty poison.

"Daniel, help our old friend drink it, be gentle."

Lynn shook his head and gave instructions to his fattest subordinate.

"The boss I know would never hurt this poor old man."

The chubby Daniel, holding what looked like a vial of oral liquid to him, steadyed Cooper in his vest with one hand, and placed the uncorked vial to Cooper's mouth with the other. He gently pried open Cooper's mouth with his thumb and ring finger, then tilted the vial upwards, pouring the entire vial of antidote into Cooper's mouth.

"5, 4, 3, 2, 1————"

Lynn silently counted the numbers beside him.

Sure enough, five seconds later, those pale blue eyes that had been cloudy for so long suddenly became clear and bright!

The seemingly crazy old man froze on the spot. His body, which had been dodging Daniel's thick and irresistible brute force in terror, began to tremble rapidly as if he had been electrocuted!

His eyes widened and his mouth opened wider and wider!

The flood of memories, which had been buried by the torment he had suffered during his long years of homelessness, surged into his mind in an instant, washing over every nerve in his body!

"I...I'm not Charles!"

"I am DB Cooper! The only genius in human history to successfully hijack a plane and escape alive!"