My chat group members are all legendary criminals.

Chapter 79 Delivery

The butcher opened his thick arms and was about to give Lu Yiming a bear hug.

Lu Yiming reached out and stopped him with a look of disgust. "Stop with the formalities and get your men to load the stuff onto the car."

This is Lu Yiming's plan to make quick money.

Although there were a lot of counterfeit banknotes in the counterfeit money case, the rear compartment of the explosion-proof vehicle was still mostly empty.

The state police were so busy taking people that they didn't even bother with the evidence vehicles.

He took advantage of the opportunity to deliver the evidence to the state capital to brazenly transport the weapons in the butcher's hands to the state capital.

Using police armored vehicles to transport gang weapons.

This is what happens when you're in the dark.

With a wave of his hand, the butcher sent several henchmen out of the warehouse with a dozen or so wooden crates. They deftly carried them into the back of the armored vehicle and then cleverly covered them with boxes of counterfeit money.

Lu Yiming had originally planned to spend some money to bribe the checkpoint.

Now that we see the armored vehicle and the police, we've saved that money.

"Hey bro, take this card."

The butcher approached mysteriously and slipped a bank card into his shirt pocket.

"This is your payment for this. The card is linked to a dead person's account in South America, so the IRS won't be able to smell the money."

You can use it freely, it's absolutely safe.

The butcher patted his chest and guaranteed it.

"Furthermore, considering you personally delivered the goods, I've increased your profit margin to 50%! Pretty generous of me, right?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Yiming beamed with joy and patted his pocket with satisfaction.

Good guy.

He was still worried about how to launder the two million in cash he had previously earned, and he was like a miser who dared not spend it.

The Internal Revenue Service is even more terrifying than the FBI.

Robbers have to pay taxes.

With this card, he could finally make some purchases.

"This is the delivery address." The butcher handed over a slip of paper.

Lu Yiming took it, nodded, and got into the car. "Wait for my message."

He put on a pair of black sunglasses, started the armored vehicle, and drove onto the interstate highway.

Along the way, Lu Yiming turned on the car radio.

The news was overwhelmingly negative about California Governor Richard.

The speed at which public opinion spread was even more alarming than he had anticipated.

A large amount of negative information was released all at once.

California Governor Richardson is suspected of money laundering; the IRS has announced an investigation!

Did the governor's family business evade over $100 million in taxes?

Exclusive Exclusive: Hollywood Third-Tier Actress Alleges Richard Sexually Harassed Her!

Each one is more explosive than the last, each one more deadly than the last.

Lu Yiming sneered.

Anyone with a brain knows who's behind this.

Previously, the Elephant Party suffered a great loss in California due to the body-splitting case and the murder case, and the former mayors all lost their positions.

Now that the Donald Party has exposed such a huge flaw, how could they let go of the opportunity to kick a man when he's down?

Lu Yiming knew very well that he was no match for the governor.

But it doesn't matter, the governor has the ability to deal with his enemies.

The enemy of the enemy is the friend.

All he needs to do is stand behind the scenes and hand out a knife.

Naturally, someone will be happy to take up this knife and stab this high-ranking governor until he is riddled with holes.

Throughout the entire process, he remained completely in the shadows, without revealing himself.

The fire couldn't reach him.

Just then, the explosion-proof vehicle slowly slowed down.

Ahead was a state police checkpoint, where every passing truck was being searched.

"Stop the car! Turn off the engine! Show me your documents!"

A state trooper knocked on the driver's side window.

Lu Yiming hadn't even unbuckled his seatbelt.

He rolled down the car window and threw out the pass signed by Marcus along with his police badge.

The state trooper glanced at it and shouted:

"Let them through!"

The armored vehicle drove smoothly into the state capital, Sacramento.

……

Sacramento, the capital of California.

Unlike the glitz and glamour of Los Angeles or the cutting-edge technology of San Francisco, this city exudes a solemnity reminiscent of an old-school political center.

Everywhere you look, there are tall buildings and neatly trimmed lawns.

Lu Yiming unfolded the note the butcher had given him.

"Huh? What are you doing in a place like this?"

He frowned slightly.

The address on the note was the underground parking lot of a university in the state capital.

Shouldn't these kinds of transactions always take place in hidden, abandoned factories?

Could it be that I've been watching too many movies?

"The person I'm dealing with is a Black teacher who drives an old Ford, and the license plate number is..."

Lu Yiming did not let his guard down.

He parked the armored vehicle in a parking lot two blocks from the university.

Driving a car full of weapons into the school in a swaggering manner would be difficult to explain if stopped by the police.

He pulled out the car keys and pulled his baseball cap down low.

After confirming that it was safe to do so, he walked towards the university.

The university campus is bustling with people, and the air is filled with the vibrant energy of youth.

Students of all skin colors strolled along the tree-lined path, carrying their books.

Lu Yiming took two steps and saw a familiar figure.

A young girl wearing a hoodie and carrying a backpack is walking out with a cup of coffee in her hand.

That blonde hair, that figure...

Lu Yiming raised an eyebrow.

Isn't that Rachel?

The cultist sent to Fremont by Lazarus.

The female college student was so terrified after being tied up and forced to play a game with him that she suffered a mental breakdown.

He also remembered that the girl's special skill was "being able to unzip her clothes without using her hands".

"That old Mike..."

Lu Yiming remembered that after he got the information, he left the mess to Old Mike to handle.

He thought old Mike would just kill these cultists.

Unexpectedly, old Mike was kind-hearted and let the man go.

Did this racial knight only deal with the blacks and release the whites?

The two brushed past each other for a fleeting moment.

Rachel glanced up unintentionally.

Just one glance.

Clang.

The coffee in her hand fell directly to the ground.

Her originally rosy cheeks turned deathly pale in an instant.

Lu Yiming stopped and gave her a friendly smile.

"We meet again."

"ah!!"

Rachel let out a scream.

He turned around and ran in the opposite direction, disappearing in a flash.

"I'm so handsome, why are you acting like you've seen a ghost?"

Lu Yiming shook his head, not taking the matter to heart.

He's just a cult member who's been scared out of his wits.

He walked down the slope into the underground parking lot.

The lights here are dim.

Lu Yiming walked on the driveway, looking around.

The only sound in the garage was his footsteps.

He took out an unregistered mobile phone and dialed the number on the note.

beep-

The phone rang several times, but was not answered.

In complete silence.

Lu Yiming keenly noticed a faint vibration coming from ahead.

He followed the sound and crept over.

Behind the pillar, there was a black old Ford.

The car windows are tinted with privacy film, so you can't see anything, and the vibration is coming from inside the car.

Lu Yiming narrowed his eyes slightly and reached for the pistol at his lower back with his right hand.

He knocked on the car window, but there was no response.

He yanked open the car door.

The stench of blood and excrement was overwhelming.

"Cough cough cough..."

Lu Yiming pinched his nose and took two steps back, then pulled out his gun and pointed it at the car.

Only then did I realize that a black man was slumped in the driver's seat.

His hands were gripping his neck tightly, his eyes bulging and bloodshot.

Dark red blood was flowing from his eyes, nostrils, ears, and mouth.

The phone in his arms was still lit up, but he was already dead beyond any doubt.

This scene looks so familiar.

Just like Vance, who died next to the governor's car this morning!

Lu Yiming took off his sunglasses.

"WTF, someone else used the same ricin as me?"

He had a bad feeling.

The contact is dead, what happens to the deal?

Suddenly, two police officers with guns emerged from the shadows.

"Don't move!"