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

Chapter 94 Getting Rich! Is it the unpredictability of life or just reaping what you sow?

"Alas, they are all pitiful people—"

He sighed and pushed the gun that DeSean was pointing at him away.

"Bruce, I know your motives for stealing the medicine, and I know your mother is now seriously ill and bedridden. Think about it, how disappointed and heartbroken Mary would be to lose her life for a fortune you never knew about or planned for?"

Lynn patted the burly robber on the shoulder with a compassionate expression, but the latter was terrified. "Oh my god! How do you know about my mother? How do you know her name is Mary?"

This burly man named Bruce jumped up from the ground like a cat whose tail had been stepped on!

How could he know so much about me when we've only just met?

"And you, Yodl, I can understand why you came to rob the clinic if your father, James, is seriously ill and urgently needs antibiotics. But wouldn't throwing your life here just let him die in bed?"

Before long, Lynn explained the current situation of the four robbers. The four of them looked at each other, their expressions as if they had seen a ghost!

"How do you know so much detail? Damn, are you from the FBI or CIA?"

Bruce has a very rich imagination, or perhaps he watches too many TV dramas, because these two mysterious organizations instantly came to mind.

"We don't—."

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Daniel, who was standing to the side, was getting a little impatient. His boss was supposed to be an incredibly mysterious wizard, so how could he be some vulgar and rude guy from the FBI?

"Yes, we are the FBI, DB Cooper Special Operations Team! We have accurate intelligence and are here specifically to recover this money!"

Lynn's eyes lit up, and he immediately glared at Daniel before continuing what the other man was saying!

"How could they possibly be the FBI! So many strange things just happened—"

The black robber next to him yelled so loudly that he almost jumped up from the ground!

"Snapped!"

Bruce slapped him across the face instantly. "Shut up, you idiot! What else could they be but the FBI!"

"The black robber covered his face, as if he understood something, but still had a disbelieving expression on his face. He pointed to Naztim, whose lower body was still burning with illusory flames, and asked.

"Oh, those are combat robots we developed. It's just that some engineers had rather peculiar tastes, so they made them look like hellish imps. Android 21, power off!"

Lynn communicated with Naztim through his soul, and the latter immediately obeyed, stopping his jumping, lowering his head, and standing still, like a robot that had been shut down.

"Wow, it really is a robot! Your engineers are amazing!"

The black robbers were now truly convinced.

"Therefore, we do not want others to know about our operations, and we have no interest in targeting a group of drug robbers."

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Lynn abruptly steered the conversation back on track, speaking to them seriously.

"This is an operation that has never happened before. You haven't seen us, and you don't know anything about DBcooper. You just had a few fingers bitten off by their dog while you were stealing medicine. Do you understand?"

"Understood, we understand, officer! We're so sorry to have interrupted your operation! We promise we won't tell anyone about this. Can we go now? Damn it, I saw in a TV show that if you get it within two hours, a severed finger can be reattached!"

"Let's go, hurry up and leave. But we need to leave the guns behind, in case you turn around and ambush us."

Lin Enchong and the others waved, signaling them to leave quickly.

The group looked at each other, their eyes filled with a mixture of reluctance and fear.

In the end, they picked up the severed finger from the ground, slung the stolen medicine over their shoulders, and quickly left.

[You drove away the invading trolls and orc raiders without bloodshed. Your excellent speaking skill +20%, your character experience +40, current level Iv4390/400.]

The reward text for this temporary mission appeared before Lynn's eyes, and he heard the heartfelt praise from his teammates beside him.

"Phew—Boss, you're so clever! You even thought of impersonating the FBI!"

DeShawn, standing nearby, immediately gave a thumbs-up.

"They brought it up first, otherwise I wouldn't know how to explain it—we'd better hurry, or we'll be in big trouble if they realize what's going on and come back or call the police!"

Another round of hectic activity, with everyone sweating profusely.

Half an hour later, with the efforts of four strong men, the large iron box was finally dug out.

"Hehe, we got it! The legendary Dbcooper treasure, which has been rumored for over 50 years, is finally ours! YES!"

The group clapped and celebrated excitedly; this was a huge sum of $20!

This large box, weighing at least 30 kilograms, was finally carried and pulled out through the back door by several people and placed there.

In the trunk of the car they drove.

The clinic's bedroom floor was also carefully repaired, and unless you look closely, you can't tell that someone had ever broken in.

"Oho~ This is awesome, we're rich!"

The group started their car journey and began their retreat towards Seattle.

The group was in high spirits throughout the journey, singing and dancing in the car. The two black henchmen even turned the car speakers up very loud, blasting upbeat pop music.

They traveled north, joyful and excited.

But suddenly, while waiting at a red light as I passed a detached villa on the side of the street, I saw several police cars with flashing lights parked outside the villa.

"Isn't that Dr. Sean?"

Jack, with his sharp eyes, pointed at a middle-aged man standing next to a police car, kneeling on the ground beside a stretcher and sobbing uncontrollably, and shouted!

"Dr. Sean?"

Upon hearing this familiar term, everyone stuck their heads out of the window.

Sure enough, it really was Dr. Sean, whom I had just seen that morning!

At this moment, he was kneeling in front of a stretcher, burying his face in his hands and weeping. On the stretcher lay a familiar figure.

"Dani! That's Sean's daughter, Dani, lying on the stretcher!"

DeShawn pointed in the direction of the stretcher and shouted!

"What's going on?"

Lynn was also shocked by the scene before her. How could the living person she had just met that morning have now become a cold corpse on a stretcher?

"I haven't shown my face in front of them. I'll go and find out."

Curious, Jack immediately looked at Lynn, and after Lynn nodded in agreement, he opened the car door, dashed over, and asked a bystander.

A short while later, he walked back, looking dejected and with a vacant stare, clearly having suffered a great blow.

"Dani agreed to break up with Chris tomorrow so that her father wouldn't report Triss to the DEA and have him arrested, and then she would go to the drug rehabilitation center to continue her drug treatment."

"But tonight she called Chris home again, wanting to spend one last intimate moment with her boyfriend and have one last puff together."

"But because the two were about to part ways, they became too emotional and inhaled much more than usual. As a result, while sleeping, they were lying on their backs and couldn't expel the large amount of vomit in time, which caused them to choke to death."

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