2000, suburbs of Los Angeles.

In a wooden house located deep in the jungle, exaggerated and arrogant laughter could be heard from time to time.

"We're rich!"

"Hahaha, 3.8 million, a full 3.8 million dollars, how many girls can I sleep with!"

A group of robbers who had just finished robbing looked greedily at the beautiful knives spread all over the table. They held burning marijuana in their hands and looked excited. From time to time they picked up a beautiful knife and kissed it with their mouths.

A tall black man with muscles like molten steel crossed his chest, holding a cigar in his mouth, squinting at the carnival crowd: "A bunch of worthless guys."

His name is Nathan, he is the boss of this group and the leader of this robbery.

Nathan moved his sight away and looked at the dark-haired man next to him who was in a daze, and the disdain in his eyes turned into appreciation.

The success of this operation was all due to the advice of the boy in front of me.

Otherwise, with these men who only have marijuana and women in mind, let alone successfully rob a bank, even if they are selling K fans, they will not be able to rob others!

Think of this.

Nathan kicked the wooden bench under his feet and cursed: "You pigs! You only think about playing with women every day when you have money. You can't learn from Dean and use your brain more!"

I heard the boss getting angry.

The carnival crowd subconsciously looked at the black-haired young man squatting at the door in a daze.

The young man has a tall and straight body, sharp features, a pair of slightly narrowed blue eyes, and flexibly turns the M1911 loaded with bullets in his right hand, wondering what he is thinking.

Feel the attention of everyone.

The young man turned his head and grinned: "Boss, actually I think it's useless to have any brains. You have to rely on guns at critical times, otherwise I would have been rich long ago."

When everyone heard this, they burst into laughter.

"Haha, Boss Nathan, you think so highly of this monkey."

"Pudi is right. During the robbery, this loser was almost robbed of his gun by a girl. Boss Nathan, this monkey has no right to share the money with us!"

Nathan also frowned slightly.

He is one of the few black people who likes to use his brain.

Dean's quick thinking allowed him to make a lot of money, otherwise he wouldn't have been dragged into this all-black gang, but his character was too weak and his fighting ability was not as good as that of a girl!

Nearly four million dollars, half of which I want to take!

If the remaining half is divided equally, my subordinates will definitely feel uncomfortable, and they may also have opinions about themselves!

The key is that Dean is weak-tempered and doesn't dare to say anything even if he suffers a loss.

The same cannot be said for others.

Think of this.

Nathan looked at Dean: "Dean."

"Boss Nathan, what Pudi said makes sense, I will give you less this time."

The black-haired young man, that is, Dean, ignored the teasing looks from the others and said with a smile.

Seeing that he was so knowledgeable, everyone turned their heads with disdain, and they looked down upon Dean, who was of Chinese descent, even more.

In a gang, one can be greedy for money and lustful.

But you must not be weak!

No one can look down upon this kind of person and he only deserves to be bullied!

Dean turned a blind eye to everyone's gaze.

His mind is a mess now.

Actually, his name is Dean, not Dean.

In his previous life, he was a peripheral scavenger of an international organization. He had rich work experience and excellent professional abilities. Since entering the industry, he has never failed and is deeply loved by the organization.

After completing a single task.

Dean habitually found a pony with a curved front and back, ready to relax his tense spirit.

As a result, I still haven't taken off my pants.

His vision went dark and he lost consciousness. When he woke up again, he had traveled through time and became the current Dean.

Maybe it's because I just traveled through time.

Dean's mind was filled with mixed memories, and he was confused. Only the cold touch of the M1911 on his hand could make him feel better.

"Fuck, I was a scavenger in my previous life, and I'm a robber in this life. Damn it, I can't live without a life of licking blood, right? Why is it so difficult to be a good person!"

What makes him even more sad is that even though the money has been given, nothing has been done yet, so why did he travel through time?

Dean lowered his head and looked at the gun in his hand in a daze.

"Dean...Dean? Dean!"

"FK.YOU! You are deafened by riding on a horse!" Nathan smashed the cigar in his hand into Dean's face with an angry look.

He prides himself on using his brain, but in reality he is like most black people, fierce and violent, like an incompletely evolved beast. He thinks out loud and calls out a few words without getting a response, and then loses his patience.

Dean, who was distracted, came to his senses again.

He touched the place where the cigar hit his face and showed a gentle smile: "You want to FK me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he directly raised the M1911 in his hand and pulled the trigger at Nathan with an expressionless face.

"Bang bang!"

Gunfire flickered, and two blood flowers bloomed on Nathan's chest.

He looked at Dean with disbelief on his face, and opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but a mouthful of blood gushed out, and then his majestic body hit the ground heavily, and he refused to rest in silence!

He never dreamed that after going through ups and downs in the slums, he would fall into the hands of a pretty boy.

Everyone else was also dumbfounded.

No one expected that Dean, a weak monkey in their eyes, would suddenly shoot at the boss.

"FK.YOU, you dare to kill Boss Nathan!"

"FK!"

For a moment, everyone was frightened, scared and angry, but they did not dare to act recklessly.

Because they had just been admiring the banknotes on the table, the guns were casually thrown on the chairs, and now they only had the money and the marijuana in their hands.

Now with their bare hands, they wanted to tear Dean apart, but they didn't dare to move.

"Bang bang bang..."

Dean never bothered to talk nonsense with dead people.

Without changing his expression, he used a familiar American style, emptied the magazine in one breath, and sent all these people to meet Satan.

The seven corpses were lying upside down, either shot in the chest or in the head. Their eyes were all wide open, and their clothes were soaked with blood.

"MD"

“Much more comfortable.”

Dean held a pistol and walked up to the people who were staring at him. He sneered: "A bunch of scoundrels, what's wrong with killing the boss? If the king of heaven dares to block the way of wealth, I will lift his skull like you!"

He is already a robber and is destined to continue licking blood.

Isn’t it delicious to eat alone?

Why bother sharing money with this garbage?

What's more, when these people called him a monkey, he was already a dead man!

Killed seven people in a row.

The strong smell of blood, gunpowder smoke, and marijuana mixed together was nauseating.

Dean rubbed his somewhat confused head, took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, then picked up a backpack that had been prepared long ago and stuffed money into it.

A U.S. knife weighs about one gram.

Most of these beautiful knives have a face value of 20, and only a few have a face value of 100. There are hundreds of thousands of them.

More than three million U.S. dollars, which adds up to no less than two hundred kilograms.

Dean packed two suitcases and a backpack in succession before loading all the money.

As the saying goes, kill people to silence them, destroy their bodies and destroy their traces.

Although Dean's mind is a little confused now, as a professional scavenger, he is still proficient in business.

He quickly wiped the firearms on his hands clean and placed them in the hands of one of them. Then he searched everyone for documents and communication equipment that might reveal their identity information. He smashed them and put them together after destroying them. He also took a and a half from the truck outside the house.

Meter-high oil drums, the traces began to be cleaned

Boom~

A raging fire set the wooden house on fire.

There is open space around the wooden house.

After Dean was sure that the fire would not cause a wildfire, he looked at the address on his driver's license, started the truck, and drove towards the forest trail.

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The golden finger is at the end of Chapter 11, and the title of Chapter 12 is it.
Chapter completed!