I work as a sorcerer in the US, and my side hustle is building Gundams.

【越战老兵巨魔D·B·库伯于1971年1月退役，于当年11月24日劫持了由波特兰飞往西雅图的西北航空公司305号航班，成功勒索了20万美金，于波特兰以西约25英里的路易斯河流域上空跳伞。】

After successfully landing, he was arrested while stealing a vehicle from a nearby farmer. He was sentenced to 60 years in prison for hijacking, manslaughter, and other crimes. In 2025, he was released six years early due to "insufficient evidence" and "good behavior." He immediately went to Portland, where he had buried a large sum of money years ago, only to find that a brand-new town had been built there. Cooper was devastated and drank heavily, leading to a nervous breakdown, and he began living on the streets.

"..."

After reading Charles's personal information, Lynn remained silent for a long time.

Isn't this the prototype for D.B. Cooper from the American TV series "Prison Break" that I watched back in the early 2000s that was my gateway into the world of TV dramas?!

So, the person in front of us who hijacked a plane, successfully extorted $20, and escaped was the first person in history to successfully hijack a plane!

These guys are veterans of the criminal world, the first person in history to successfully hijack a plane!

Those thugs from the Carlos gang would all kneel down and call him "Grandpa" when they saw him!

"How did it go? Was the psychic communication successful? Did you get any useful information?"

Seeing that Lynn had been silent for a long time, Mike, who was standing to the side, couldn't help but ask impatiently.

Meanwhile, the new underling DeShawn looked into his eyes expectantly, hoping that his psychic boss could glean something from the old man.

"Well... how should I put it?"

Lynn was a little unsure of what to say.

"He is definitely not Charles, the bank robber."

After much deliberation, Lynn finally decided to tell the truth.

But I can't say everything.

Mike was, after all, a good brother he had spent so much time with, someone he knew inside and out.

But these two new underlings had only called him "boss," so there was really no need to tell them where such a large sum of money had gone.

Lynn clearly remembered the plot of "Prison Break," having watched the show three times.

The "good brothers" who escaped from prison together helped each other during their escape, but how many double agents and plot twists unfolded when faced with such a huge sum of money?

He dared not gamble with people's hearts, especially since these were two street thugs he had only known for less than half a day.

"Then who is he?"

DeShawn looked utterly disappointed, like a wilted eggplant, but he still asked a question unwillingly.

"He was just an ordinary homeless man on the street. His son was swindled out of his house and wealth by an Asian woman through a sham marriage. In an attempt to help him and prevent himself from falling into the death penalty, he was found guilty of address fraud by the court and his house was confiscated. Ironically, he himself ended up falling into the death penalty because of this..."

Lynn shrugged, feigning helplessness.

"You know, these are all very old stories, they happen around us every day."

Mike, standing to the side, assumed that was the truth, and grimaced in exasperation. But he still patted Lynn on the shoulder to comfort him, saying:

"It's okay, bro. It's just an urban legend. I never thought he was really Charles."

After saying that, he patted his bottom, half-stood up from the cramped tent, and then crawled out of the tent.

Lynn also turned his head, glanced thoughtfully at the old man who was so emaciated he was no longer human, and the cat in his arms, clicked his tongue twice, and then followed him out of the tent.

DeShawn, who was walking at the very back, felt like he had been greatly deceived. He stood up angrily and wanted to kick the old man, but he was scared back by the gray cat in the old man's arms, which let out a "ha" and waved its paw.

Finally, he had no choice but to spit on the ground and walk out of the tent dejectedly.

"Hey, how did it go? Did the psychic communication work? It's Charles, right? We're going to be rich, aren't we, boss?"

I had just stepped out of the cramped and smelly tent, and hadn't even had a chance to breathe in some fresh air.

Daniel, who had chased the private investigator away, now trotted back to the tent with his huge belly sticking out, looking at his new boss with hopeful eyes.

"What a fucking jinx! He's just an ordinary homeless old man! Daniel, we've all been fooled. He's just a typical street legend!"

DeShawn spat angrily, glanced at the tent again with hatred, and then spoke to his old friend.

"what……"

This was clearly beyond the fat man's expectations. He had obviously come to this task with great enthusiasm, but now that it was suddenly said no, he was so shocked that his legs almost gave way and he knelt on the ground.

"Forget about this, let's stick to the original plan. Go and collect some poisonous animals for me and bring them over. Or find some people who need antidotes; a steady stream of business is always good."

Lynn waved his hand, signaling his three subordinates to disperse and go about their tasks.

But he kept thinking about it, wondering when he could come here alone and see if he could get anything useful out of the now-mad old Cooper.

For example, the exact location where that money was buried.

At most, bring Mike.

When I watched "Prison Break" before, the place where D.B. Cooper buried money was actually a new town built on top of it, but they still managed to sneak in and dig out the money.

Although the later old friends fought fiercely and even lost their lives.

But tell me, did they actually dig up the money or not?

after all……

The old man looks like he's gone mad.

But the system's "box weapon" is clearly stated:

Excessive alcohol consumption can lead to neurotoxicity!

Nerve poisoning is still poisoning!

Then your own antidote will come in handy!

Once the antidote is administered, the old man will naturally recover his health. Who knows, once his mind is clear, he might be able to tell us exactly where it was buried?

But even if I wanted to, I couldn't do it right now. As a novice warlock, I didn't even know how to use Shadow Bolt or summon a pet, so I had no chance of taking any action.

When the time comes, when the warlock's skills are fully developed, or at least when he can summon imps or succubi, come back, first cure his poison, and then discuss with him how to help him dig out the money.

Then, if the two parties split the money 50/50, wouldn't they not only be able to pay off the $10,000 debt at once, but also directly restore their legal status and buy a plane ticket to successfully return to Tokyo University?

"Yes, the plan is working!"

Lynn silently made up his mind and nodded heavily.