My chat group members are all legendary criminals.

Chapter 6 Exploiting Capitalists

Mike roughly shoved Latoya into the back seat of the police car, and with a loud thud, her head hit the car frame hard, knocking her unconscious on the spot.

He dusted off his uniform, took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep, satisfying drag.

Lu Yiming was in a much worse state, clutching his aching chest with his right hand and his still-bleeding right hand with his left, hunched over and limping as he followed.

Why did you knock her unconscious?

Mike exhaled a smoke ring. "This black woman resisted arrest. I'll help her calm down."

Lu Yiming curled his lip. Why did Old Mike hate black people so much?

"Why are you here?"

Mike flicked his cigarette ash. "Those old men from the homicide squad went to take over the scene, so I figured I should come over and cover for you."

As he spoke, he patted Lu Yiming on the shoulder with such force that Lu Yiming grimaced.

"Don't worry, these black guys are dirt poor and can't afford a top lawyer. We can be a bit rough and nothing will happen."

Lu Yiming really didn't expect that Mike, who usually seemed so carefree, would be so agile.

"Let's go back to the station and report back." Lu Yiming was getting into the car.

Mike grabbed him, his tone becoming meaningful:

"Since we're already here, why not take advantage of the capitalists and fleece them a little?"

Lu Yiming was stunned and didn't react.

Before he could ask any further questions, Mike had already dragged him back into the pharmacy and headed straight for the cashier.

"Tell me, these pharmaceutical companies make dirty money and then use it to support the war. Don't they deserve to die?" Mike asked righteously.

Looking at the cash register, Lu Yiming suddenly realized.

"This isn't a good idea, isn't it...?"

"Hey, you're too naive," Mike interrupted him impatiently, and with a "click," he pried open the cash register drawer.

The bright green banknotes lay quietly inside, exuding an enticing scent of ink.

Mike, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, deftly swept the banknotes away with both hands, casually tossing half of it into Lu Yiming's arms.

Lu Yiming held the thick stack of Franklin notes, instinctively wanting to refuse.

At heart, he is still a gentle, kind, respectful, frugal, and modest Chinese person.

If he hadn't transmigrated to America and the threshold for returning to China hadn't been too high, he would have gone back long ago.

But then I thought—to hell with it!

I almost lost my life here today, and I haven't even had a chance to enjoy a day of happiness!

Consider this money as interest collected on behalf of the Empress Dowager!

With a determined heart, he not only gripped the banknotes tightly, but also stuffed all the coins from the cash register slot into his pocket.

Seeing this, Mike grinned with satisfaction: "That's more like it! Remember, keep your mouth shut."

Lu Yiming turned his head, his eyes clear like a college student's:

"Shut up! We caught the suspect and left. The pharmacy was wide open, and then a thief broke in. What does that have to do with us?"

"The security cameras have been broken for a long time anyway!"

Mike paused for a moment, then gave him a thumbs up: "You Chinese people really do have sharp minds!"

"Don't just focus on cash; these days, medicine is what's valuable. Some medicines are hot commodities on the black market!"

As he spoke, Mike unceremoniously grabbed several boxes of expensive antibiotics and stuffed them into the lining of his uniform.

"No way, Mike, you're a patrol officer, and you're involved with gangs?"

After this case, and now with his collusion, Mike has come to regard Lu Yiming as one of his own.

"Hey, we're old friends from when we went abroad together. Don't worry, you'll get your half of the money."

Lu Yiming gritted his teeth.

Screw obeying the law, this is America!

Here, being honest, well-behaved, and innocent often means being completely exploited! Freedom comes first!

"Go open the trunk of the police car!"

……

The two were busy moving medicine when Mike suddenly joked:

"You're pretty ruthless, kid. If I hadn't stopped you from that punch, were you trying to kill her?"

Lu Yiming's heart skipped a beat. The scene of using [Berserk Execution] just now flooded his mind.

That feeling of power, that bloodthirsty craving.

If it weren't for Mike's cigarette butt, I probably would have accidentally killed someone and ended up on paid leave.

He never expected that the red envelopes from the "Legendary Criminals Chat Group" would actually give him power in real life.

Moreover, I felt some changes in my body after using it.

It seems to have become more robust; it's no longer the weakling it used to be.

If I could gather all the abilities of these criminals, wouldn't I have countless insurances?

But then, a chill shot straight to the top of his head.

That feeling of losing your mind and only wanting to kill is terrifying.

This kind of power should be used sparingly unless it is a matter of life and death.

It's best to scam as many red envelopes as possible first and stockpile them for later use.

What he didn't know was that every gift of fate comes with a hidden price tag...

"This is our family's ancestral Chinese martial arts..." Lu Yiming tried to bluff his way out, his eyes darting around.

Seeing that Lu Yiming wouldn't tell the truth, Mike sighed and said while carrying the medicine:

"You must remember, we are police officers. Police officers arrest people, not kill them."

"Dude, do you need to look down and see what we're doing? This truckload of stolen goods, and you're telling me about professional ethics?"

Besides, how dare you say such a thing when you're just wasting your days?

Mike interrupted his rebuttal, closed the trunk, gestured for him to get in the car, and told him to sit in the back and keep an eye on Latoya.

The police car went straight to the municipal police station to hand over the suspect.

"You deserve the credit for catching that black guy so quickly. Don't worry, your Uncle Mike is best at writing reports."

"Oh, right!" Lu Yiming suddenly remembered something and touched his pocket.

"I also bought some Viagra at the last minute. That cost $150, so you'll have to write me an expense report."

Although the money has been "recovered," it was earned through merit, and one should take advantage of any reimbursement benefits.

He rummaged through his pockets for a while, then scratched his head in bewilderment: "That's strange, I clearly put it in my pocket..."

Immediately afterwards, he saw a corner of a blue pill wrapped in tin foil sticking out of Mike's pocket.

"You little devil, Mike... when did you get that..."

……

Meanwhile, the Fremont Police Department.

The night was deep, but the city bureau building was still brightly lit.

Inside the conference room, the long table was filled with elite members of the homicide squad, but no one dared to look up.

homicide squad leader Marcus Hunt, at this moment, was like a furious lion, unleashing a torrent of abuse:

"Are your brains filled with shit?! Dozens of people, and you're all fucking useless!"

Three lives! Three! So many eyes were watching, yet not a single clue was found, and in the end, it was only a patrol auxiliary police officer on patrol who reminded us that this was a serial murder?!

"A disgrace! A disgrace to the police department!"

The shouts were deafening, and everyone lowered their heads even further.

The only one who remained unaffected was Gu Qiu, the city police chief, who sat in the main seat.

He was leisurely flipping through the personnel documents in his hands.

As a Chinese American, to become the Fremont Police Chief, one must have some skill or ability involved.

"Boss, it's not entirely our fault..." one officer argued, forcing a smile. "We were all transferred to that subway body-piece case in the city..."

"Excuses! All excuses!"

Marcus Hunt slammed his hand on the table, knocking over several water bottles.

"If we don't catch the murderer within a week, all of you are going to become patrol officers!"

Gu Qiu felt that was enough, so he coughed to interrupt Marcus's roar.

"Alright, that's enough with the cursing. Mia, you can talk about the case now."

"yes!"

A pretty blonde white policewoman stood up to report:

"After re-examination, it was found that all five victims suffered cardiac arrest due to taking Viagra and excessive nitroglycerin."

We plan to start by tracing the flow of nitroglycerin, a strictly controlled drug... Give us a week, and we can identify the suspect!

Gu Qiu looked up, clearly dissatisfied: "A week? That's too long."

"The killer's frequency of crimes is increasing; he could very well kill again within a week."

Gu Qiu's voice wasn't loud, but his tone left no room for argument: "The murderer must be caught within three days!"

The entire room fell silent.

Three days? Although nitroglycerin is a controlled drug, there are at least a hundred pharmacies in Fremont that can sell it.

There simply aren't enough police officers!

Seeing everyone bowing their heads in silence, Marcus shouted sharply, "Yes! Three days. I want to see the murderer in the interrogation room!"

"It's too short; we don't have enough police resources."

"How about sending us some more people..."

Gu Qiu shook his head. "No, all the police officers in the area have been drawn away to deal with the case of the dismembered body in the subway."

All the officers had their heads bowed even lower; the pressure was immense, and they had been working overtime for a week straight, leaving them breathless.

Marcus immediately began assigning tasks.

"Time is tight and the task is heavy. We'll begin investigating the spending records and interpersonal relationships of the deceased tonight..."

Just then, the conference room door was suddenly pushed open!

A young police officer rushed in, panting and his face flushed.

Marcus, looking displeased, said, "What are you doing! Don't you know we're in a meeting?"

"No... there's no need to investigate!"

The officer, clutching his knees and panting heavily, was so excited he was almost incoherent: "The...the person has been caught!"