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Chapter 92 Nobody in this world is loyal; another case of double-crossing.

In the afternoon, Lin Long drove the car with the horn on, checked it before the operation, and drove to the jewelry store building after confirming that there were no problems.

The man with the loudspeaker and his three henchmen got out of the car, glanced around, and whispered, "Ten minutes."

As soon as he finished speaking, he led his men into the building and took the elevator straight upstairs to Yumin Jewelry Store.

Lin Long glanced down at his watch, then leaned back in the driver's seat and waited patiently.

He hasn't collaborated with the horn many times, but he has a lot of experience as a driver.

Every time, I would ask the other party to prepare a car and to apply tinted car wrap according to their requirements to prevent my appearance from being photographed.

So sitting in the car right now, I'm not worried at all about people outside or surveillance cameras capturing me.

Upstairs, the loudspeaker gang moved extremely quickly.

Under the threat of a gun, the jewelry store employees were instantly subdued, and the group forced the manager to open the safe.

"Fuck your mother!" The loudspeaker stared at the jewelry in the box, his eyes suddenly lighting up. The amount in the safe was more than the news had said; this time he was sure to make a fortune.

In less than ten minutes, the safe was emptied.

The four took the elevator downstairs, quickly got into the car, and Lin Long floored the accelerator, driving away from the scene immediately.

Meanwhile, the police received a report and immediately dispatched nearby uniformed police officers and riot police to provide assistance.

The nearest riot police team was on the next street, and they ran right into Lin Long's car when they arrived.

Lin Long gripped the steering wheel firmly, displaying his racing driver skills to the fullest. With a clean drift, he sped off before the police cars could block the intersection.

Upon seeing this, the commander of the assault vehicle immediately shifted gears, slammed on the gas, and gave chase.

Lin Long remained calm, accelerating and overtaking one after another. He drifted and turned at the intersection, using the obstruction of the overtaken vehicles to easily shake off the police car behind him.

Half an hour later, the car came to a steady stop in a remote, desolate area on the outskirts of the city.

The loudspeaker got out of the car carrying a cloth bag stuffed with jewels and diamonds, and coldly glanced at his three subordinates beside him.

Having worked together on countless deals, their tacit understanding was ingrained in their very bones. With just a glance, the three subordinates understood immediately and silently formed an encirclement, trapping Lin Long in the middle.

The loudspeaker slammed the cloth bag heavily onto the hood of the car, casually unzipped it, turned to look at Lin Long, and said excitedly, "Lin Long, we've hit the jackpot this time! There's more stock than I expected, and it's all top-quality stuff."

Lin Long glanced sideways at the gleaming filth in his eye bags, nodded slightly, and looked satisfied.

The lama's words were true; these jewels were all high-end and rare items, and were extremely valuable.

However, the higher the quality of the goods, the more difficult it is to resell them offline, and the resale price will be driven down to an extremely low level.

Of course, this is not a problem for Lin Long at the moment.

He only needs to put the stolen goods into the All Things Recycling System, and the money will be directly deposited into his account without leaving any trace. He doesn't have to worry about the police tracing his tracks back to him.

Because of the extremely high value of this batch of goods, the profits he made through the system's recycling process were actually higher than those from ordinary stolen goods.

"The quantity of this shipment far exceeds expectations. I need to recalculate the previously agreed-upon profit sharing." The loudspeaker lowered his voice, his tone carrying an undeniable firmness.

"My rule is that there is no such thing as redistribution." Lin Long's tone was icy, leaving no room for negotiation, and he refused outright.

A ruthless glint flashed in the speaker's eyes. He subtly gave his underling a look, and his right hand quietly reached for the pistol hidden at his waist.

Lin Long had already seen through his thoughts; he was simply greedy for money and wanted to keep his share of the profits for himself.

Since the other party had already decided to kill him, he naturally had no need to show any mercy.

"Whoosh!!!"

The moment the trumpet's fingers touched the gun handle, Lin Long had already taken the initiative.

Suddenly, a sharp military dagger popped out from the sole of his shoe, and he abruptly raised his knee, the dagger piercing straight through the throat of the trumpet.

The Thousand Blade Ring on his fingertip instantly transformed into a three-edged military dagger. With a backhand thrust, the indestructible weapon pierced the head of the gunman who was about to launch a sneak attack from behind.

At the same time, he took out a pistol from the system space with his right hand, pulled the trigger repeatedly, and two bullets accurately hit the foreheads of the two people on the side, causing them to be blown off at close range.

The entire sequence of actions was lightning fast and executed in one smooth motion. Before the loudspeaker and his three henchmen could even put up any resistance, they were all instantly killed.

The loudspeaker's eyes were wide open, blood gushing from his neck, his face filled with extreme terror and disbelief as he stared intently at Lin Long, as if he had encountered a vengeful ghost.

Lin Long indifferently pulled the military dagger from his throat and head. The ring instantly returned to its original form. He casually wiped the bloodstains on the blade onto the fabric of the trumpet-shaped garment, and then retracted the dagger from the sole of his shoe into his shoe.

He then stored the jewelry bag on the hood of the car into his system space. Next, he took out a can of gasoline and poured it all over the four corpses and the car body. With a snap of his fingers, a cluster of flames fell to the ground and ignited the gasoline on the ground.

A raging fire suddenly erupted, engulfing the vehicle and the corpse, burning away all traces and clues, leaving nothing behind.

At night, Lin Long put the jewelry into the All Things Recycling System for processing, earning another HK$1460 million.

He earned nearly 20 million in one day, and all of it was money cleaned up by the system, which made him very happy.

Fang Ting lay on the dining table, her hands pressed against Lin Long's abdomen, her whole body tense. She stared at the door of Fang Fang's room with a nervous expression, afraid that Fang Fang would suddenly come out of the room.

Fortunately, there was no movement from Fang Fang's room until Lin Long thanked Fang Ting profusely, which finally put Fang Ting at ease.

Yumin Jewelry Store was robbed of jewelry worth 20 million yuan, which is a super big case.

The Mong Kok Police Station immediately set up a special task force to investigate, with the station's intelligence division cooperating with the Major Crimes Unit to gather intelligence.

Based on the investigation data from the serious crime unit, Miao Zhizhong discovered that the driver's driving skills were exceptional. He not only easily shook off the police cars' encirclement, but also repeatedly used drifting techniques to corner, speed, and make U-turns. For a moment, Lin Long's image involuntarily came to mind.

He remembered that his informant, A Guangren, had once provided him with information that Lin Long was very likely the Princess Road racing god.

Miao Zhizhong's intuition told him that this case was inextricably linked to Lin Long.

Miao Zhizhong picked up his phone and called his informant again: "Ah Guang, Yumin Jewelry Store has been robbed. Have you heard any rumors of robberies lately?"

"I heard that Ba La is looking for drivers; he might be planning a big deal."

Miao Zhizhong's eyes lit up, and he nodded, continuing to ask, "I remember you told me before that Lin Long is the Princess Road racing god?"

"Yes, I later asked around among the racing people. Apparently, he raced with professional racers on Princess Road and won 500,000 in that race."

"I see."

Miao Zhizhong hung up the phone, turned around and looked at Lin Long's photo on the whiteboard behind him. He walked up and wrote the name of the speaker next to it, deciding to make the two of them the key targets of the next investigation.