People in America started by developing the Yellow Turban Army.

Benjamin guessed Frank's thoughts, but he couldn't guess Frank's determination.

He got into the car, and Frank, carrying a suitcase, plopped down next to him. The driver was someone he didn't recognize, and there was no one in the passenger seat.

The leader of the Colombian gang set off with a Breaking Bad master and a stranger as his driver.

"Is this cash?"

Benjamin asked, somewhat surprised.

Frank nodded, signaling the driver to start the car. The driver didn't say anything, but simply stepped on the gas and started driving smoothly onto the road.

"Are you crazy?"

Knowing the purpose of his trip, Benjamin was ready to go all out. He didn't care about Frank's past infamy and spoke very casually.

No matter how fierce and brutal they were, they paled in comparison to the mysterious otherworld they were about to face and the extraordinary figures they were about to encounter.

"How much stuff is in this box?"

"If anyone leaks this information, it will drive the entire Los Angeles Police Department crazy!"

Yes!

American police have the authority to confiscate any property they see at will.

Especially banknotes!

If you put a wad of cash in front of them, they'll disappear quickly and then pull out a document for you to sign.

It means you've given up pursuing this stack of money.

If you don't sign, I'll arrest you immediately and put you in jail.

If you sign it, the money will no longer be yours.

This is a very common and well-known thing in the United States.

"100 million!"

Frank didn't hide anything; he stated the amount directly.

"Using this 100 million to buy peace of mind is a great deal!"

"I don't have much clean money left. I haven't received a lot of outstanding payments, and I have less than 600,000 in my account."

But I have a lot of unwashed cash!

I can easily come up with this million.

Ben, you need to know what kind of world we are about to enter.

Why was it never leaked to the world before?

Faced with such an absurd situation, Frank had lost his composure and sense of proportion.

He desperately needed a smart person to discuss things with, but sometimes these things were better left unsaid.

That means you can't just communicate with Benjamin indirectly.

Benjamin nodded. He understood Frank's anxiety; like himself, Frank was about to face trial.

As Frank said, why has no one known or ever heard of the legend of extraordinary people all these years?

This is an information cocoon, and also a form of information blockade.

They are still unsure of their purpose.

But the methods of blockade are nothing more than a few.

To make someone disappear forever, to make someone unable to speak forever, or to make someone join them.

Benjamin never believed that he or Frank could escape!

The energy that has been able to keep another extraordinary world locked away from everyone else's world for so many years is terrifying.

They lacked confidence that they could escape, flee, and hide in the face of such terrifying energy.

Therefore, the only option is to face the challenge head-on.

Actively facing your judgment might offer a glimmer of hope.

Frank probably thought so too.

But can $100 million be a stepping stone?

In particular, prior to this, he had planned to capture people and have them produce holy water specifically for the Colombian gang.

And what about yourself?

They even hired an assassin to kill the other party, but the other party killed them instead, which is very troublesome!

The driver of this car, as expected of someone Frank specially hired, was very steady and wouldn't violate any rules whatsoever.

Even the slightest violation can attract police questioning.

That box of cash in their car contains a million dollars!

In that case, to sink that million dollars, the Los Angeles police could make sure they never recover.

Not to mention that Frank and Benjamin weren't clean.

But what you fear most is what happens. Just as they were about to enter a fork in the road in the suburbs, a police car followed them, flashing its lights and sounding its siren.

Frank calmly stepped on the suitcase, demonstrating that Benjamin, the Breaking Bad master, also possessed strong mental fortitude.

The driver even smiled and greeted the police officer who came to question him, then handed over his driver's license.

The driver's license had a special donation badge attached, and the Los Angeles County Sheriff's expression softened considerably upon seeing it.

They asked a couple of casual questions and then let the person go without even checking anything.

This is why Frank specifically invited this experienced driver, who donates some money to the police station every month.

Then I would drive around delivering some rather strange things or to rather strange people.

Like now!

He had the commemorative badge that he frequently donated to, which made it easier for him to get away with things when questioned by the police, and they were more willing to give him face.

Regardless of which police station he donated to.

After all, if you don't give other police departments face, they won't give you face either; that's America.

On suburban roads, there are fewer restrictions, and barring unforeseen circumstances, they can drive very fast.

When Lin Zhiyong's phone rang, Frank and Benjamin's car was almost at Ping'an Town.

Getting Lin Zhiyong's phone number is easy; just go to his laundromat and ask the poor students working there.

"Hello, Mr. Lin."

On the other end of the phone, a deliberately calm and gentle voice came through: "My name is Frank, the boss of the Columbia Gang. I'd like to ask the priest to take a call."

Lin Zhiyong wasn't surprised that the Colombian gang had obtained his phone number. After all, he wasn't a big shot, and with eight laundromats, there were many clues.

But what does it mean now?

The assassin was just sent, but he failed, so they called again. What do they want?

But since the other party wanted to find Chen Ping'an and spoke very politely, he felt something was amiss.

"Ping An, it's a call from the Colombian mob boss. Should you answer?"

Chen Ping'an reached out and took the phone: "Answer it, why aren't you answering!"

I'd also like to hear what tricks they've come up with this time!

We'll just have to deal with whatever comes our way!

He had just received reports from Mark and Andrew that a car with only three people in it had driven out of the Columbia gang's neighborhood.

Taking the road through the northern suburbs of Los Angeles, passing the location monitored by Andrew, would most likely lead directly to his peaceful town.

However, they believed it couldn't be a Colombian attack, and it was impossible for only three people to come.

If you're going to come.

They are most likely here to make contact and negotiate!

Perhaps it's because the assassination attempt failed!

He held the phone to his ear: "This is Chen. You should know my name, Chen Ping'an."

Speak!

What do you want to say?

Frank could hear the anger in the voice on the other end of the phone, a kind of irritable anger, and his heart skipped a beat.

When he finally spoke, his tone was much more cautious: "It's like this, Mr. Chen, I'm Frank from the Columbia Gang, and I've come to personally apologize to you!"