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Chapter 162 - 137: You’re trying to fool me, aren’t you? Money-Attracting Dog!

Chapter 162: Chapter 137: You’re trying to fool me, aren’t you? Money-Attracting Dog!

After changing his clothes,

Green opened his phone, his face changed, "Hey, guys, Boss Brian called me. Could it be that he heard the news here and suspects us?"

Ivan, playing with the burning clothes and shoes in the oil drum, said indifferently, "Don’t scare yourself, just call back and say we’re at Jenny’s Strip Club, it’s too loud here, didn’t hear his call."

"I suggest we go to the club first, then call him back...," Glenn flashed his phone, "Brian also called me, probably he really suspects something."

Ivan: ...

He quickly took out his phone and became silent after seeing the missed calls.

Brian must be born in the year of the dog, reacting so fast!

...

Highway.

Looking at the burning vehicle and those three Obsession Little Balls in the flames, Brian felt his heart go cold.

Three Obsession Little Balls.

Isn’t that exactly corresponding to Ivan and the other two!

"Three assholes, if there’s a problem, why don’t you come talk to me? Especially Ivan and Glenn, those two assholes, why involve Green!"

The more Brian thought about it, the more annoyed he became.

All three had released their obsessions, it was clear how desperate the people in the car had been.

And he didn’t even know what happened.

Just then,

Brian’s phone in his pocket rang.

He was furious, didn’t even look at the caller ID, picked up the phone, and answered coldly, "Who is it?"

"Boss Brian, it’s Green, I saw that you called me."

Listening to the noisy sounds from the other end of the phone,

Brian said impatiently, "Don’t bother me, Green, I’ve got things to handle here, you... eh? Green? Where are you now?"

"At Jenny’s Strip Club?"

"Ivan and Glenn are there too?"

"Oh, it’s nothing, you guys have fun, I’ll come over later."

Brian hung up the phone somewhat speechless, taking a sigh of relief.

He couldn’t help but find the situation somewhat amusing.

Turns out he had misunderstood.

But picking up three extra obsessions was a gain, after all.

Brian walked towards the pilot who had set up some branches as a temporary roadblock, "Hey, buddy, how many people were in that car?"

"Three, they were a bunch of lunatics, never slowed down from start to finish. The road was cracked right here, the car just swerved a bit, and hit a tree."

Another person added, "The explosion was loud, the car must have been loaded with a lot of high explosives, it’s the first time I’ve seen such crazy criminals. I feel like the public safety in Los Angeles will only get worse in the next half of the year."

Brian nodded.

That was indeed the case.

Three people, and three obsessions burst forth.

Who knows why these three guys had such big emotional swings before death, with an obsession burst rate hitting one hundred percent.

...

When the police backup arrived later,

the car had burned up everything combustible.

Brian felt something was off.

Too clean.

Explosions usually do not burn for a very long time unless the car was loaded with both explosives and a combustion accelerant.

But then the question is,

who would pack their escape vehicle with combustion accelerants?

Could it be that they were planning to set fire to the factory after killing everyone inside?

The crowd found some human skeletons, shattered flesh and bones, and several twisted firearms from around the wreckage—a bent sniper rifle, an old-fashioned M60 machine gun, and a severely damaged common automatic rifle.

All evidence pointed out that the three dead were the criminals who attacked the factory.

Brian, puzzled, found an opportunity to collect the three Obsession Little Balls.

Pretending to smoke,

Brian’s mind stirred, and three obsessions surged into his mind:

Obsession One: Let those three assholes feel the despair I’m feeling now, unable to go up or down, just watching life’s countdown helplessly!

Obsession Two: Let those three assholes feel the despair I’m feeling now, unable to go up or down, just watching life’s countdown helplessly!

Obsession Three: Let those three assholes feel the despair I’m feeling now, unable to go up or down, just watching life’s countdown helplessly!

After reading the three identical obsessions, Brian showed a puzzled face.

What the hell?

With doubts, he received the information provided by the obsessions.

The next moment,

three familiar faces appeared in his mind, the grinning Ivan, the cold-faced Glenn, and Green trying to look calm!

Brian silently dropped the cigarette butt on the ground and ground it repeatedly with his foot.

Alright, alright!

Trying to fool me, huh?

Not answering the phone, huh?

Hanging out at Jenny’s Strip Club, huh!

Making me chase on a motorcycle in the middle of the night, huh!

Thinking of how he had rushed over like a fool, a bitter smile appeared on Brian’s face, which slowly turned into a silent, sinister grin.

These three assholes!

Just you wait!

After greeting the person in charge on site, Brian got on his motorcycle and headed back the way he came.

...

At that time, at Jenny’s Strip Club, three grown men shrank into a corner, entirely out of place with their surroundings.

Green downed one beer after another.

Ivan patted his shoulder, "What’s wrong, feeling the kick from taking a life?"

Green shook his head, "No, I just feel bad for deceiving Boss Brian. By the way, you guys had the ability to deal with those guys on your own—why drag me into it?"

It dawned on him now; these two unscrupulous fellows had clearly set him up.

Glenn, who had been watching the striptease, turned around, "Sorry, we were only two and needed a third to cover the back door. Besides, Ivan and I discussed it; you grew up in the poor neighborhood, you’re not lacking in guts, you have ambition, and actually made it out of there without a record, joined the police force, and managed to maintain a kind heart when handling cases. All in all, we chose you."

Ivan also chimed in with his brainwashing, "You saw the scene earlier. Those bastards used their factory to produce harmful toys and killed Glenn’s informant friend in a really cruel way. He was a good brother—ended up dying at the hands of trash because he got drunk and blabbed to a prostitute, who, for money, ratted him out."

Glenn sighed as well, "If that fool hadn’t gotten drunk and talked nonsense that the prostitute overheard for the sake of money, he wouldn’t have died such a pathetic death."

Peer-pressured by the brothers, one after the other, Green too felt embarrassed to ask anything else.

In fact, he still wanted to ask why they didn’t just pull Boss Brian directly into it.

Just then.

All three of their phones vibrated simultaneously.

They took out their phones, opened them, and saw a text from Boss Brian.

Green read it, closed his eyes in pain, "FK, I knew I couldn’t keep this from Boss Brian!"

Ivan and Glenn exchanged a look, also speechless.

The messages on the phones of all three were the same, "Come to Joyful Weekend Amusement Park. I want to talk about that Limp Gang case."

"Let’s go. Brian is a man of loyalty; he’ll understand us."

Ivan trusted his judgment of people.

The first time he saw Brian, he knew beneath the superficial appearance of a delicate-looking man lay a bloodthirsty heart.

"Let’s hope so."

Green was not comforted.

He knew all too well that the last thing Boss Brian hated was being lied to.

Ivan might be fine.

But for himself, it was a different story.

FK, I got on board with these two scoundrels’ ship!

...

The amusement park.

Brian stroked Shi San’s head, a small backpack beside him.

The backpack was a gift from blond Cabo to Shi San.

More accurately, it was the cash inside the backpack.

Thinking back to when Cabo and his friends left with dark expressions, Brian was really amused.

He didn’t expect Shi San to be a money-making dog.

The blond Cabo and his friends were so played by Shi San, only a couple of months old, they spent tens of thousands of dollars extra in cash just for the dog to play a game of distinguishing money.

According to Shi San’s testimony, combined with what Cabo himself said, Brian understood how it all happened:

Cabo, the silly boy, kept asking Shi San what it wanted to play.

Shi San bit out Cabo’s wallet, then pulled out all the twenty-dollar bills inside.

Cabo, probably a homebody, got interested in the few things he regularly played with.

After discovering Shi San only wanted twenty-dollar bills, he specifically asked friends to bring over a large bundle of cash of different denominations. Then he separated all the different denominations of cash into piles and let Shi San choose.

Shi San picked the twenty every time.

Cabo got excited and summoned his friends to witness this dog that had a peculiar preference for twenty-dollar bills.

When the novelty wore off.

They mixed several denominations together into various piles and invited Shi San to choose again.

Each time Shi San always picked the pile with the medium value.

Again and again.

At that point, Shi San had earned over two thousand dollars.

But to test Shi San’s limits, they took all the cash and arranged it into several small piles, seeing if Shi San could still pick the pile with the median value from so many denominations of currency.

Just as they wished.

Shi San indeed didn’t choose the median value pile.

It wanted them all!

In front of Cabo and his friends, Shi San slid all the cash under its body...

...

Thinking of this, Brian wanted to laugh.

He couldn’t help but pick up Shi San and plant several firm kisses on its head, "Shi San, good dog, you truly are raised by me, even your character is the same as mine, haha!"

"Woof~ (Hee~)"

Shi San wagged its tail happily, its Shiba Inu smile therapeutic.

The big dog really liked those paper notes, he’d have to get more for the big dog in the future!

After praising Shi San.

Brian put it down and let it play on its own.

Speaking of which, Cabo and his friends were actually quite nice, having really stuffed the money into the backpack for Shi San.

Though they probably didn’t care about such an amount.

But it showed that bunch could afford it, let go, and kept their word.

Birds of a feather, they say.

The group’s Weapon Expert Ali seemed to be a good guy too.

Thinking to himself.

Car lights approached from the distance.

Brian’s eyes narrowed slightly in the dim light, against the glow, he discerned the driver and a cold smirk emerged on his face. Slowly rising, he clenched his fists.

He was ready to teach these three scoundrels a lesson in reasoning, blow off some steam, and incidentally, deal with the three obsessions he’d picked up that day!

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