Chapter 27: Maiko and Franklin
System space.
Lin Xiao took out 500 US dollars from his handbag and put it in his pants pocket, glanced at the guns beside him, thought for a moment and still didn't bring them with him. After all, he was wearing short sleeves, and having a gun on his waist would be easily discovered.
"Xin'er, do you think that last time I disappeared and then came back, it would have already become the cover of a major news story?" Lin Xiao turned around to ask Xin'er behind him.
"Don't worry, it won't happen." Xīn'ér smiled and said: "The Wan Jie system is based on the highest directive to protect itself and its host. It will directly erase the memories of those who see you enter or return to the system, brother."
"That's good." Lin Xiao nodded in relief, "Alright, open the Gate of Dacheng Realm!"
"Alright."
Xinger turned around and waved her hand at the ground in front of her. The Gate of Dacheng slowly rose from the ground.
The second time she saw the Gate of Dacheng Realm, Lin Xiao was still very curious.
"Brother, see you later!" Xinger playfully winked at Lin Xiao and said with a smile.
"Well, I'm off."
With a wave of his hand, Lin Xiao took several steps into the Gate of the Great Thousand Worlds and instantly disappeared along with the gate.
……
Santos.
It was another sunny afternoon, and in a quiet alley with no one around, a figure suddenly appeared.
Lin Xiao took a look around, ignored the few stray cats yelling at her on top of the trash can, and walked straight out of the alley.
More than an hour later, Lin Xiao had changed into a new set of clothes and was sitting in a roadside coffee shop sipping on a steaming cup of coffee.
Holding a cup of coffee and blowing out hot air, Lin Xiao called up the task interface.
Task type: Daily life task
Task Name: Family Fortune (II)
Task requirement: Accumulate a fortune of $1 billion (by any means)
Mission Reward: 5 Combat Power
Task deadline: Six months
Task progress: 142/1000 (million USD)
"Still short of $8.58 million." Lin Xiao muttered under his breath.
At this time, the corner of his eye suddenly caught a glimpse of an off-road vehicle on the opposite street speeding towards the road mouth of a car dealership, followed by a loud shattering sound, and the off-road vehicle directly smashed through the glass door of the car dealership and rushed inside.
"No, could it be a robbery?" Lin Xiao muttered to himself in confusion. He didn't notice the car stopping before turning towards the auto shop, which means this was completely intentional, and not due to a tire blowout or loss of control or anything like that.
But even if it's robbery, isn't this taking it too far?
……
Time went back half an hour ago.
Franklin slipped quietly into the house.
Listening to the ambiguous conversation between the female host and the tennis coach, Franklin couldn't help but feel that the lives of wealthy families were indeed different.
He quietly opened the garage door and immediately spotted his target this time.
"Now all that's left is to leave here." Franklin took out a spare key and opened the car door, getting in.
After smoothly shifting into gear, only after the automatic sensor door of the garage was fully open did he step on the gas pedal.
"When can I, Franklin, live in a house like that?" He glanced at the mansion from the rearview mirror and thought of how he was still living with Aunt Denise, letting out a deep sigh.
Picking up his mobile phone, Franklin found Simon's number in his address book and pressed the dial button.
The mobile phone uploaded a loud and unpleasant ringtone, and before long, the call was answered.
"Hey! Simon, I've got the car. Now I'm on my way back." Franklin said while driving and talking on the phone.
On the other end of the phone was his boss Simon, the owner of an automobile company, who seemed to be delighted by Franklin's words.
"If you really return the car to me this time, I can sell it back on the street before I get off work today."
"Don't worry, old buddy." Franklin said confidently and hung up the phone.
Have to say Franklin's driving skills are really awesome, an off-road vehicle is like a nimble silver fox darting through the traffic, overtaking one car after another.
At this moment, a figure suddenly sat up in the back seat of the car.
"What's now pointing at your head is a 0.9cm semi-automatic pistol."
McDonald's mood was not good today, and the source of everything was naturally the tennis coach his wife had invited. He quarreled with his wife for a few sentences early in the morning, and he left in a huff when that damned tennis coach arrived.
After that, he was inspecting the new off-road vehicle his son had just bought, trying to find some kind of contraband on it. Just then, his keen ears suddenly heard someone open the garage door and get into the car.
From the gap in the back row to the front, he found that the person who got on was a black man he didn't know. In an instant, the three words "car thief" emerged from his mind.
Soon, he discovered that the other person was talking to someone named Ximen, and it seemed that this Ximen had asked him to steal his son's car. In a fit of rage, after the other person hung up the phone, he pulled out the handgun from his waist and sat up, pointing the muzzle directly at the back of the other person's head.
"Don't look around. Just keep driving forward and go where you need to go." Mike said sternly, seeing the black man seemingly wanting to turn back.
Franklin felt that he was really unlucky, just borrowing a car, and yet he would encounter such a thing. Now he could only secretly hope that the old brother behind him wouldn't get excited and start shooting.
"Hey! Please, this is a forced collection, that guy hasn't paid his dues!"
"No way, my son just bought this car." Mike furrowed his brow. Given what he knew about his son, it was possible that things were indeed as the black man said, but since it was his own son, he still said, "Judging from how you handle things, I'd guess you're a scammer."
"A swindling gang? You've got to be kidding me? Brother, I'm just here to collect a debt." Franklin said with a helpless expression.
"I like young people who do what they're told without questioning authority." Mike looked at the black man in front of him, and suddenly had some appreciation for this guy. "Maybe one day we'll have a beer together, and I'll slowly explain to you what's called social norms. Now tell me, who gave you the order?"
"A car dealer, a man named Simon Lichtenstein." Franklin could feel the cold barrel of the gun pressed against the back of his head and didn't dare lie to him.
"So you think this businessman looks law-abiding?" Mike asked him.
"Listen, there's a problem between him and your damn son."
"Don't worry, I'll go find Laitrien and get things cleared up."
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