EFB Chapter 29: Midnight Horror!
Chapter 29: Midnight Horror!
Here.
After leaving the club.
Bai Chen returned to the container with a gloomy face.
Everyone says there are no good people on capitalist land, but he never imagined it would be this serious.
From the moment I set foot on this land, there wasn't a single spot that wasn't riddled with pits.
The restaurant owner exploited and even colluded with outsiders to rob his fellow countrymen, and the intermediary tricked him into going to a deadly pharmaceutical company to test drugs.
Even such a large underground bank had no credibility whatsoever, embezzling the money he had sent back to save his son's life.
"Phew~"
Bai Chen took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to fight the other party recklessly.
As long as the green hills remain, there will always be firewood to burn!
Given his current situation, even if he had a submachine gun, he wouldn't be able to defeat the New Mexico Bloods.
He could only suppress this hatred in his heart, waiting until he had enough power to take it all back, with interest.
Just like those three old black men, and the restaurant owner.
now.
A problem was presented to him.
That is, how to send money to my uncle in China.
Underground banks can't be trusted. If such a large underground bank could embezzle even its small amount of money, how much better can other underground banks be?
I'm afraid the whole of New Mexico, and even the whole of the United States, is a place that devours people without spitting out the bones.
"I definitely can't go to underground banks, I'll have to ask a friend for help..."
Bai Chen suddenly got stuck.
He then realized that he had no friends in this unfamiliar country.
Because he works more than fourteen hours a day at the restaurant, he spends almost all his time there except for eating, drinking, sleeping, and using the restroom.
"This matter must be resolved no matter what..."
Bai Chen frowned deeply.
He knew his uncle's family situation best; they simply couldn't afford his son's medical expenses.
Once his remittances stop, his son's treatment back in China will have to stop, and then...
...
He pondered for a long time.
at last.
Bai Chen thought of someone: Master Yang from Yang's Health Center in Chinatown.
After he tried the medication, he went to see Master Yang for treatment, including for his pulmonary fibrosis, which was also diagnosed by Master Yang.
Even the medicine to slow down pulmonary fibrosis was bought from Master Yang.
Perhaps we could ask the other party.
My thoughts are focused on this.
Bai Chen tightened his grip on the submachine gun in his chest and prepared to leave the container.
When I got to the door, I realized it was already midnight. Who comes to my door in the middle of the night?
Moreover, I'm carrying a submachine gun, so I don't want to scare the other side.
then.
Bai Chen suppressed his temper, placed the submachine gun beside him, and then lay down on the bed to go to sleep.
Little did he know that a crisis was about to befall him.
.....
But on the other hand...
Let's rewind to a few hours earlier.
On the surface, it's a DHIJ strip club, but in reality, it's the largest underground bank in the area.
The female customer service representative who served Bai Chen immediately called her supervisor after Bai Chen left.
"That damn yellow-skinned monkey, wasn't he supposed to have a terminal illness and only have a few days left to live? Why is he still able to come to the club to reconcile accounts?"
Charlie, the boss on the other end of the phone, kept swearing.
Because if this gets out, it will be a huge problem for Charlie.
The underground banks in the South City were able to grow so large not only because of the power of the New Mexico Bloods, but also because of their reputation built up over many years.
No matter who the person is or whether their money is clean, as long as they go through their money exchange, they can smoothly transfer money to anywhere in the world.
There has never been a problem in all these years.
If Bai Chen were to reveal this matter, Charlie's boss, who is also the manager of the underground bank, would definitely tear him to shreds.
to be frank.
Charlie began to regret his decision.
His salary is not low, yet he caused such a big trouble for a mere 20,000 US dollars.
I should have known better than to listen to that snakehead.
original.
Charlie dared to embezzle Bai Chen's money because a smuggler sold him a piece of information for five hundred dollars.
It's said that a stowaway went to participate in a trial of drugs by BJS Pharmaceuticals and certainly won't live long.
Moreover, once these illegal immigrants obtain the money, they will definitely remit it to China, most likely through their money exchange.
and so.
The smuggler said Charlie could keep the money himself, and that for just $500, he could sell Charlie the person's information.
Charlie agreed without hesitation.
Because he knew that BJS Pharmaceuticals developed extremely dangerous drugs, the compensation was relatively high, with a guaranteed minimum of ten thousand US dollars.
If the other party deposits the $10,000 into the money exchange, he can secretly keep the money.
If we just wait for the other party to die, then this debt will become an unsolved debt, and no one will bother to investigate the debt of a dead person.
They thought everything was foolproof, but they never expected that the victim was still alive and had even come to the underground bank to settle accounts.
I think about it all the time.
Charlie was burning with rage.
He felt that the middleman had deceived him; the other party had never actually tried the drug, which was why they were able to reconcile the accounts so smoothly.
but.
Now is not the time to pursue the middleman or smuggler; we need to deal with this problem first.
"Lucy, thank you for telling me, otherwise I would have been in big trouble."
Charlie made empty promises over the phone:
"Once I've sorted out this problem, I'll spend a lot of time with you. I'll buy you whatever you want, and I'll carefully consider our relationship."
...
After the call ended.
Charlie's eyes gleamed with a fierce light.
The boss absolutely must not find out about this, otherwise...
Charlie couldn't help but shudder at the thought of the BOSS's methods, and at the same time, he made a decision in his heart.
Since things have already been done wrong, we might as well go all the way and continue down the wrong path.
All the problems will be solved if we can kill that yellow-skinned monkey who came to settle accounts.
.......
midnight.
It was a dark and windy night, the perfect time for murder.
A group of uninvited guests arrived at the container area in the slum.
Five masked men walked stealthily.
Four of them were carrying submachine guns, while only one was carrying a body bag.
After entering the container area, they headed straight for container number 52.
If any employees of the underground money exchange in the south of the city were here, they would definitely recognize one of them – Charlie from their money fund department.
"After you kill that yellow-skinned monkey, put it in a body bag immediately, and have Yuri carry it away. Be quick and try not to attract the attention of the untouchables living here."
Charlie gave the order in a low voice.
In short, people must be killed, but the bodies cannot be left in the container because this is Blood Gang territory.
soon.
They arrived at the door of container number 52.
Charlie gestured to the group, and then they quietly moved to the side of the container, aiming their submachine guns at it.
As the gesture ended.
biubiubiu~~
The submachine guns, equipped with silencers, emitted a dense, muffled thud as they swept towards the shipping container.
They only stopped when the single holes covered the entire container.
Therefore, the scenes in TV dramas where people hide behind furniture in hopes of stopping bullets are simply impossible in reality.
"Let's go in and collect the bodies!" Charlie gestured again.
The group walked toward the lock on the container door.
Unbeknownst to them, a figure was hiding in a nearby container, watching their every move.