Wandering America: My kill threshold is far ahead

Good heavens, the driver's seat isn't even completely cold yet; it still retains the boss's body heat.

I just glanced at it and saw that the front and rear license plates had been removed, the bumper was dented, and the door was probably scraped against a concrete wall, with fresh scratches all over it.

Fortunately, the headlights and rearview mirrors were intact, and there were no bullet holes visible on the vehicle.

For those in the know, this vehicle is in pretty good condition, considering it's a disposable vehicle used for getting around, similar in nature to a bumper car.

This kind of car is a mobile bomb on the road; any police officer who sees it will stop it immediately.

The good news is that this place is very close to Ximen Auto Service, and if I remember correctly, handling stolen vehicles is also within the scope of Ximen's business.

To avoid being stopped by the Americans, Ma Jieke, relying on his familiarity with the map, frantically searched for holes, gaps, and small paths.

Only when I saw the yellow noodle figure swaying in the wind did I breathe a sigh of relief, drive the car in, and park it steadily in the parking space.

As luck would have it, Xiao Fu was standing at the door smoking, and next to him was a black guy wearing a green hip-hop hat, chatting with him about something.

Seeing an old car pull up, Franklin realized there was business to be done and jogged over to greet it.

"Hi man, welcome to Ximen Auto Service Center. How can I help you...?"

"Jack? It's you, old buddy. How have you been lately?"

I gave Xiao Fu a friendly hug, took the cigarette he offered, lit it, took a puff, and my head was buzzing. I felt like I was about to fly away.

"Damn, is it spiked?" Ma Jie felt terrible after smelling the strong marijuana odor.

"Otherwise, buddy, my aunt taught me from a young age to do things that are worthy of my skin color."

Xiao Fu looked quite proud when he said that, but do you have some misunderstanding about what your aunt said?

"Dude, if you don't want to smoke, give it to me, don't waste it."

The black man wearing a green hip-hop hat reached out to ask for it, and Ma Jie generously handed it to him.

The other person took a puff, expertly inhaling it, their expression one of utter ecstasy.

Xiao Fu enthusiastically introduced, "This is my best buddy, Lama. We go to the same high school."

"St. Davis High School ranks over 23,000 out of 30,000 high schools in the United States."

Rama quickly added, seemingly harboring some prejudice against his alma mater.

"It's alright," Ma Jieke said with a smile. "At least there are still more than six thousand high schools that you've left far behind."

"Yes, that's right." Rama responded sarcastically, "If juvenile detention centers and training institutions for the disabled are considered high schools, then I do feel quite superior."

"Oh bro, can you stop playing the complaining wife? I have work to do."

Xiao Fu immediately gave the order to leave, his eyes constantly scanning the old pickup truck that Ma Jie had driven.

"So, what do you think of the plan I just mentioned?"

"What plan?"

"It's just robbing a bank." Rama casually adjusted his hat, his tone sounding very serious. "I've been planning this for months. Do you know how perfect it is? I guarantee that even a Yale graduate couldn't have done something as meticulous as this."

"To the best of my knowledge, Yale University does not offer a course on robbing banks."

Ma Jie couldn't quite contain himself. Los Santos is a place full of talented people, and every day there are people like him making plans.

"Alright, then you go over your plan with Jack and see how he reacts. If he doesn't agree with your idea, then it means you're out 2-0, understand, kid?"

"Ahem..." Rama cleared his throat formally, his big eyes reflecting a glint of wisdom: "My plan is this: first, we need to infiltrate the banking system and become an internal staff member, such as an account manager, accountant, teller, or cashier. Of course, I know these positions are very difficult, and with our level of education, it will definitely be hard to achieve."

"Thank goodness, I thought you were going to apply for a bank manager position."

"How is that possible? I checked online, and the only way to become a bank manager is to be white."

Wait... what kind of website is this? A website for "Black people's happy education"?

Too lazy to argue with him about the details, Ma Jie urged, "Alright, buddy, you've laid enough groundwork, just get to the point."

"So," he paused deliberately, a smug smile playing on his lips, "after my observations, I've found that the most suitable positions for us are bank security guards, or armed escort personnel."

"You've got something to say, go on."

Hearing this, Ma Jieke thought the plan was quite reliable; as a security guard, he could work with the inside and outside.

Armed escort is even simpler. You're already driving an armored truck, so robbery is a piece of cake.

"Here's the important part, buddy. If we can become security guards or armed escorts, what we need to do next is to take every day seriously, not be late or leave early, do our job well, and maintain good relationships with every leader and colleague so that we can perfectly infiltrate the bank."

"How long do we need to lie low?" Ma Jieke became increasingly curious. Robbing a bank and still having to maintain good relationships with the boss and colleagues? What kind of bizarre logic is that?

"One month is enough." Rama's eyes gleamed, like a wise man who had traveled from ancient times. "Then you will magically find that the bank will automatically deposit money into our accounts. They won't even realize that we have robbed them. If you work until the second month, they will deposit a second sum of money into your account."

"If we persist, what about a year? Five years? Ten years? Twenty years? I think we'll rob this bank sooner or later!"

"And the most amazing thing is that they didn't realize they were being robbed, and the police didn't realize we were robbing a bank. Isn't that much better than those idiots who put women's stockings over their heads and brave a hail of bullets?"

"..."

Franklin and MaJack exchanged a glance, and the latter couldn't help but sigh, his eyes filled with heartache: "Franklin, how long has your friend been experiencing these symptoms?"

"It probably started around junior high school, but I don't remember exactly."

"Wow, you're amazing, bro, I'm so proud of you."

Ma Jie patted Xiao Fu on the shoulder and shook his head inwardly, but sometimes fate is like that, bringing misfortune upon those who are even more unfortunate.

"Hey buddy, what's wrong with you two? What's with that look on your faces? Isn't my plan perfect enough?"

"It's perfect." Ma Jie turned his gaze to Rama. "It's flawless, but before that, may I ask if I may ask, have you ever had a job? According to your logic, we can not only rob banks, but also jewelry stores, supermarkets, and factories. Have you ever seen a robber stay at a crime scene for 20 years?"

"Uh..." Faced with Ma Jieke's probing question, Lama took off his green hat and scratched his head awkwardly.

"Feeling like you're about to grow a brain?" Ma Jie urged. "Go home and grow one. I have business to discuss with Franklin. See you later."