"Ring ring..."

Luke's phone rang. He opened his phone and saw Xiao Hei's number on the screen. He pressed the answer key, "Hello, this is Luke."

"Captain, the kidnappers called again.

Jim has agreed with them to deliver 6 million US Dollars at midnight, at the location we previously decided."

"Got it. Be careful. If anything changes, contact me anytime."

"I will. See you tonight."

Luke hung up the phone and said to Jackson beside him, "Back to the police station."

Jackson glanced at Luke and asked, "Captain, is there a problem?"

"Jim has finalized the exact time and place for the deal with the kidnappers. We need to set up controls near the location ahead of time."

Last time, when delivering the ransom, the police were completely outplayed by the kidnappers, very passive, with the time and place dictated by the kidnappers.

But this time it's different, the police have the initiative.

Want the money?

Then just come to the time and place set by the police to get it.

...

Midnight.

Near Critt Street.

A black Ford sedan slowly stopped by the roadside, two black men got out of the car, looked around, then opened the trunk and took out four black duffel bags, placing them next to the trash bin.

After that, the two men got back into the black Ford sedan and drove away.

Not far away, there is an old apartment building. Luke stands on the rooftop of the apartment observing everything with binoculars.

The location he chose for this transaction is relatively close to the black community, chaotic, without surveillance, a "suitable" transaction location, not raising kidnapper suspicion.

Luke has placed many officers nearby, also selected observation points ahead of time. If the kidnappers dare to come for the money, they can be apprehended at any time.

Luke glanced at his watch and said, "All teams, be alert, the money has been placed at the designated spot, the kidnappers could come at any time.

No action without my order."

"Team 1 received."

"Team 2 received."

...

Just then, a red Toyota car drove from the north side of the road, Luke picked up his binoculars to observe.

Other officers also raised their vigilance, collectively looking at the red Toyota sedan.

However, the car did not stop and drove straight through.

Jackson breathed a sigh of relief, yet felt a bit disappointed, "So much money placed by the trash bin, the kidnappers really are calm."

The deputy captain standing beside calmly said, "When suspects commit crimes, very few choose a red car as a means of transportation."

Jackson whispered, "These kidnappers are so cunning, how will they take this money away?"

The deputy captain detected a hint of impatience in Jackson's tone, lightly said, "The more at this time, the more calm we need to be. It's them who should be afraid now, not us."

Luke said, "The deputy captain is right, we've done everything we can, the rest we'll leave to fate."

Having been part of many large cases, Luke believes that human intellect is ultimately limited, more often relying on luck.

"Rustle, rustle..."

A faint noise came from the highway.

The sound wasn't loud, but difficult to ignore on a silent night.

Luke looked through the binoculars in the direction of the sound, a person pushing a cart was coming from the north side of the highway.

This kind of cart is specifically used for transporting goods, with a metal plate, four small wheels underneath, being pushed from the back.

The person pushing the cart has long hair, dirty clothes, wearing a brimless baseball cap, from the figure looking like a male, specifically a male homeless person.

Under the watchful eyes of many officers, the homeless man pushed the cart to the trash bin, opened one of the black duffel bags, and took a glance.

Then, he quickly loaded the four duffel bags onto the cart, without a pause, immediately pushing the cart forward.

Jackson "..."

Should we pursue? Jackson turned to look at Luke, though didn't ask out loud, his face full of questions.

Luke kept observing through the binoculars, no visible expression, nor gave immediate orders.

If the other party were driving a car, Luke might have reacted instantly, like tracking or stopping directly.

But now the vehicle in question is a cart, even if he runs, how far can he go.

He took out the intercom and said, "Team 3, drone reconnaissance overhead, report anytime."

"Team 3 received."

Jackson quietly spoke to the nearby deputy captain, "Could he really be scavenging? Just happened upon this cash."

The deputy captain stroked his chin, "I think the homeless man seems more prepared, $6 million cash, weighs about 150 pounds, plus four duffel bags weight, roughly totals 160 pounds.

Without the cart, this homeless man simply couldn't take it away.

Also, don't you think this timing is too coincidental? Jim's people just placed the money, the homeless man pushed the cart straight to the trash bin.

It's already past midnight, if the homeless man were so diligent, he wouldn't be homeless."

As the deputy captain's voice fell, a black Dodge car drove from the south side of the street. A Mexican-man poked his head from the passenger seat, "fuck, that bastard ran in the opposite direction, he's stealing our money.

That son of a bitch is done for."

The driver of the black Dodge, a white male, "I already said this guy is unreliable, his eyes light up at twenty dollars, let alone six million."