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Then, she saw the familiar Robb walking out of the door and waving to her.

Stephanie thought Robb was kidnapped and threatened.

However, after waiting for a long time, no one else showed up. Instead, Robb came out from the gate, walked up to her, and asked in confusion:

"I called you to go, why haven't you gone yet?"

"I...were you kidnapped?" Stephanie asked in surprise.

"Do I look like I've been kidnapped?"

"It doesn't look like it...but...how come you...the people inside..." Stephanie pointed at the door and then pointed inside incoherently.

Everything that happened now was so contrary to her perception that she didn't know what to say.

I know you went in there to gather intelligence, but that's nothing now.

The owner of this house?

Are you inviting me in so blatantly?

Robb understood what Stephanie was trying to say.

He patted the girl's shoulder and said meaningfully: "You know what? The highest level of infiltration is to kill all enemies with eyes."

Stephanie: “…”

Is this definitely an infiltration?

Without giving Stephanie time to think, Robb pulled her towards the door.

"Hurry up. Ellie is waiting for us."

Stephanie could only follow Robb into the gate.

At first she held the gun handle nervously, ready to shoot at any enemy that appeared.

As a result, after walking along and seeing one body after another falling to the ground, she relaxed a lot and finally understood the true meaning of Robb's words "infiltrate".

This guy is so awesome!

Stephanie, who always admired the strong, had a gleam in her eyes.

……

If Robb knew what Stephanie was sighing in her heart, he would just smile and shake his head.

Rather than saying they are strong, it would be better to say that these gangsters are too weak.

Don't be fooled by the fact that they are fully armed and setting up defenses around them.

But in the eyes of professionals, it is full of loopholes.

Although Robb is not a professional, he can see that these people are cunning and deceitful, and are strong on the outside but weak on the inside.

It's not like he's from the FBI, CIA, or the military.

To put it bluntly, these people are just low-level thugs who can't even recognize complex words. They are better at putting the muzzle of the gun at the opponent's head and using random shooting skills from a distance.

All that talk of righteousness, iron will, superb skills, and unity is all bullshit.

It's the middle of the night, and I'm already doing this job well if I can avoid falling asleep in front of you.

Want more?

This is really not something these black people can do.

After sneaking in, Robb used his mind control and powerful skills to easily kill them one by one.

"Let's go, the owner here is still waiting for us."

With Stephanie in tow, Robb opened the door of the house.

……

"Mosan! Mosan! Where have you been, you damn stinky dog? Come here quickly! Or I'll skin you alive!"

Omashu, who had just woken up from a long period of sage time, yawned and called out to his butler as usual.

He just waited and waited, but there was no response from the other party, which made him very angry.

No one can go against his will.

Just as Okuk was wondering whether to bury Mosan in the swamp, the sound of a door opening was heard.

He snorted coldly, thinking that the old dog had finally reacted, and was about to say something.

A strange voice suddenly came from the door: "This person should be Mo Sang."

Okuk was startled and turned around subconsciously, and saw a strange man and woman walking in.

Mosan was being held up by a strange man with one hand, with his head down.

Okuk quickly responded: "No wonder Mosan didn't respond, he is dead."

Robb looked away from the 300-pound black fat man in front of him, looked at the magnificent decorations in the house, curled his lips and said:

"Sure enough, the face of a nouveau riche."

Okuk ignored Robb's taunting.

At this point, he remained calm and asked, "Who are you?"

Stephanie raised her gun and pointed it at Okuk, saying coldly, "I am the woman kidnapped by your gang of brothers tonight."

Okuk was startled, glanced at Robb's appearance, and understood everything.

While cursing his subordinates in his heart for their inability to accomplish anything and their tendency to cause trouble, he said with a look of "astonishment":

"What kidnapping? I've never done anything like this before?"

Stephanie was instantly furious: "You still dare to quibble? You..."

The words are not finished yet.

Suddenly, Okur moved quickly toward Stephanie's gun with an agility that was completely inconsistent with his body size.

He dodged, drew his gun, and aimed, all in one go.

Facing the rookie Stephanie, he was about to complete the counterattack and even go a step further to resolve the crisis tonight.

Robb moved.

Before Okur fired, he pulled the trigger even faster, and a bullet instantly pierced through Okur's palm holding the gun.

The latter felt pain and dropped his pistol, unable to fight back.

Everything happened too fast.

Stephanie was still in a state of confusion.

Seeing this, Robb, who likes to teach others, reminded:

"Remember, don't hesitate if you're going to shoot."

Chapter 82 Chapter : Being a Teacher

Okuk covered his palms with a look of pain on his face.

When Robb came over and was about to help him out, he said:

"No! Don't kill me! I have money! Lots of cash!"

"Oh?"

Robb's finger loosened on the trigger.

I have been spending a lot these days, beyond my expectations, and now I need money.

Robb nodded, "Lead the way and get the money."

"No problem! No problem! I'll get it right away."

Okuk ignored the blood on his hands and led the way happily.

Stephanie came up to Robb and whispered, "Didn't you say not to hesitate before shooting?"

Robb explained: "That's for you. For me, it makes sense to take extra money when I'm sure I'll win and can't make any waves."

A few minutes later, Okuk came to the bedroom, took out the secret safe, opened it, and saw rolls of US dollars emitting charming light.

"Oh~~"

Stephanie, who didn't understand before, now had sparkling eyes.

Her family is not well-off, and this trip was made possible by the savings she had saved from working part-time. She did not shy away from her desire for US dollars.

"Go pack your bags."

Robb found a backpack and handed it to Stephanie.

The latter took it and excitedly transferred the rolls of US dollars from the safe into his backpack, counting the amount as well.

It’s about 110,000 or 120,000 US dollars, which is already a considerable income.

Seeing the two people's happy faces, Okuk said quickly: "This is just for emergency use. I have a hundred times more money in the bank. I also have a lot of very expensive real estate and shops. As long as you don't kill me, I can give you all of these!"

He was willing to give everything to stay alive.

Of course, after being in the underworld for so many years, he naturally knew what happened to those who were exploited.

He didn't expect these two people to really save his life in the end.

Just drag out this life-buying process a little longer and give yourself a chance to turn the situation around.

At this moment, Okuk expressed his regret and desire to make amends with sincere words and tears, but an unknown cold light flashed deep in his eyes.

Stephanie looked at Robb with some hesitation.

Robb smiled.

Seeing this, Okuk thought he was saved and was about to breathe a sigh of relief.

A gunshot interrupted his movements.

With a bullet in the middle of his forehead, Okuk fell silently on his beloved mattress.

Stephanie was surprised and shuddered. She looked at the bloodstains that were spreading rapidly on the bed and asked blankly, "Why is this happening?"

"To avoid trouble. Some money should be taken, and some money should not be taken. Remember to know when to stop." Robb put away his pistol and said.

The pie that Okuk painted is indeed big, but it means a series of self-inflicted risks.

Especially this kind of behavior involving large amounts of money can easily leave traces, and Rob doesn't want to be targeted by various departments such as the FBI, IRS, and DEA.

Like now, it’s good enough to eliminate the danger and earn a considerable income.

Stephanie sighed regretfully after realizing this.

Robb didn't care. He took the backpack full of cash, grabbed a few rolls of US dollars and threw them to Stephanie.

“This is your income.”

Stephanie happily caught it.

For her, who was just a bystander throughout the whole process, it was already very good for her to earn some income, and she didn't expect much at all.

"Robb, you're so nice!"

Stephanie excitedly gave Robb a French kiss.

Robb accepted everyone who came and continued to provide guidance like a teacher.

It just didn’t last long.

After all, there was a corpse beside them, silently watching them.

As they were leaving, looking at the house that had turned into a dead zone behind them, Stephanie, as a good student, asked again: "Don't we need to destroy the bodies or anything? We have left traces here."

Robb gave the girl a gratified look.

He played an indispensable role in helping the other party evolve from a confused state to a deeper understanding of reality.

"No, no one will call the police. If the other gang members who find these bodies are not too stupid, they will immediately fight for Okuk's position and inherit everything from him. As for these bodies, they will clean them up for us."