"Shut up, this is the boss's order.

Let's find a homeless person with ties to scout, we've got that bastard's wife in our hands, who knows if he'll choose money over his wife.

Fuck, daring to mess with our money, I will definitely send him to meet his maker today."

The homeless man pushing the cart seemed to hear the commotion behind, turned his head and glanced at the approaching car. He hesitated for a moment, opened one of the bags, and threw bundles of money on the ground, then continued pushing the cart and running.

"That bastard is throwing away our money, he's deliberately delaying time," the Mexican man cursed, grabbing a large bag from the back seat of the car, "Stop the car, you keep chasing him, I'll pick up the money."

"Tom, be smart, he can't run fast with the cart.

If you really can't catch up, just shoot."

"You idiot, don't call my name," the white man cursed, stopping the car.

The Mexican man quickly got out of the passenger seat, placed the large bag on the ground, and picked up bundles of US dollars, stuffing them into the bag.

Suddenly, a hand reached out from the side, handing him a stack of cash.

"Thanks, buddy..." The Mexican man started to say but immediately realized, reaching for the gun in his pocket with his right hand...

However, before he could touch the gun, he felt a sharp pain in his back, a strong electric current surged through his body, and he collapsed to the ground.

Jackson chuckled, "This guy is adorably stupid."

Up ahead, the homeless man pushing the cart turned into an alley.

The alley was narrow, with an exterior staircase on one side and trash cans on the other, preventing cars from passing through.

The white man named Tom got out of the car and pursued on foot into the alley.

He had just gone a short distance into the alley when he saw a large amount of cash scattered on the ground, all bundles of 100 US dollar bills.

"Fuck, I @#￥%..."

Tom cursed, hesitated for a moment, but didn't stop to pick up the money, choosing to continue the chase.

The car was at the entrance of the alley, and the companion following him would naturally pick up the money.

He continued pursuing the homeless man, watching him turn into another alley on the right.

Tom quickly followed, seeing more money scattered on the ground, meaning the homeless man should have only one bag of money left now.

Tom still didn't stop, continuing the chase.

The homeless man, pushing the cart, was ultimately slower than Tom.

Tom saw the homeless man again, this time he didn't hesitate, firing immediately, "Bang bang!"

Two shots in a row, but unfortunately, they missed.

The homeless man turned into the alley ahead again.

Tom continued running, also turning into the right side of the alley.

Then, as soon as he ran into the alley, he was stunned, two armed men were standing on each side.

The homeless man had already been pinned to the ground by two people wearing police uniforms.

"LAPD, don't move!"

"Drop the gun, raise your hands!"

The white man quickly dropped the gun, raising his hands, "Damn, how did things turn out like this? Why are there so many LAPD?" He then cursed the homeless man, "You idiot, you messed everything up."

The homeless man, unwilling to show weakness, retorted, "You're the damn fool, that's right, you're done for this time."

Little Black smiled, "Whoa, you two can spark things up in front of so many cops, truly a loving pair, don't worry, you'll have plenty of time to talk in jail."

Later, the three were separated for interrogation.

Little Black and Jackson were in charge of interrogating the homeless man.

Little Black had plenty of experience disguising as a homeless person, feeling an inexplicable sense of familiarity seeing the other, he asked, "What's your name?"

"Sains Schaefer."

He raised his handcuffed hands in protest, "Sir, you've caught the wrong person, I'm the victim here. Didn't you see him chasing me down?"

Little Black chuckled, "At least half of the people I've personally caught have said the same thing.

Come on, where's the hostage?"

"What hostage? I don't know what you're talking about."

"The four black duffel bags you just took were full of cash, that money was extorted by kidnappers from the victim's family.

You took all the duffel bags that were placed next to the dumpster, I don't believe this is a coincidence.

We have every reason to suspect you are one of the kidnappers."

"No!"

The homeless man shouted, agitated, "You've got it all wrong, I haven't kidnapped anyone. The reason I took the money was because I was being threatened by those two assholes."

Little Black asked accordingly, "How did they threaten you?"

"This afternoon, some guy shooting a short video gave me twenty dollars, I bought some food and beer, having a date with my girlfriend in the tent.

Around eleven at night, my girlfriend and I were playing cards in the tent, one of the few entertainments I enjoy, my favorite sport.

Though she's not very young, she's got great skills.

Just between us, she used to be a streetwalker when she was young, being with her is super satisfying..." The homeless man winked, giving an 'you know what I mean' expression.

Little Black was intrigued by the topic, but it wasn't the time to chat, he had to interrupt, "I want the main points."

"Those two bastards broke into our tent, asking about our relationship, I casually said my girlfriend was my wife, those two bastards believed it, one of the Mexican bastards even groped my girlfriend's butt."