My chat group members are all legendary criminals.

Chapter 87 I'm here, in this dirty world.

Richard's expression stiffened for a moment, then he coughed twice and said:

"Ahem, well, that depends on Mayor Gu's opinion. After all, the Fremont Police Department's personnel appointments have to go through the city's procedures."

Lu Yiming had already guessed this answer.

A man's mouth, a liar.

He's gotten used to eating pancakes the way he uses people, even when he doesn't.

However, he wasn't so easily fooled.

"Then I'll trouble you, Governor, to explain this to Mayor Gu," Lu Yiming said casually.

The next thing to do is for Richard to put on a show for the media.

I'm sure those high-ranking officials are all pretty good actors.

He can just watch the show from the audience; once the two million US dollars arrive, he can start planning how to spend them.

"Wait a moment!"

Richard called out to him from behind, "There's a press conference tomorrow, aren't you coming? It's a great opportunity to make a name for yourself."

Lu Yiming waved his hand: "No, I don't like to show my face. If the media mentions me, remember to blur my face."

"Then you have to come." Richard took out a wax-sealed envelope and handed it to Lu Yiming.

"This is an invitation to the charity gala dinner tomorrow night."

Lu Yiming accepted the invitation, raising an eyebrow. "Doing bad things and then doing charity to whitewash your image?"

You and Gu Qiu are truly superior and subordinate.

"The Rockefeller and Kennedy families will be coming tomorrow night, and Mayor Gu will also be coming to expand his network. I will mention your promotion to bureau chief to him."

This is a high society social circle, Officer Lu, you mustn't be late." Richard smiled meaningfully.

Lu Yiming nodded and stuffed the invitation into his pocket.

These charity galas are nothing more than dancing and singing. Just treat it as a chance to freeload a meal and learn how the upper class puts on airs.

Back at the hotel, Lu Yiming immediately took out his unregistered phone and called Butcher.

"The person who came to make contact was a professional assassin; I almost got scammed. Who am I supposed to give this shipment to?"

The butcher's voice on the other end of the phone was anxious: "It's bad, friend. I can't contact the people who were supposed to take over. I suspect they've all been taken care of! Find a place to hide this shipment, don't let anything slip!"

Lu Yiming cursed under his breath. This was a whole truckload of weapons!

If someone finds out, how will I explain myself?

"I'll be back in three days, so you need to find someone to take over as soon as possible."

He didn't care about any of that; he had already collected the shipping fees for this batch of goods.

If the butcher can't handle it within three days, he'll dump the truckload of weapons into the lake.

After hanging up the phone, Lu Yiming took a shower and went straight to sleep.

This day of wits and courage was truly exhausting.

Early the next morning.

Lu Yiming woke up naturally, feeling completely refreshed.

Whether I get a promotion or not is another matter, but I definitely made some money.

The IRS can't easily trace the money in the ghost account, so he no longer has to live a life of "eating noodles and garlic every bite, not daring to spend a single penny".

Finally, I can indulge in spending!

He first went to a high-end bespoke shop to get a striped suit, and then paired it with a pair of Italian handmade leather shoes.

Pack it up and take it with me; I'll wear it to the dinner party.

He then strolled into a 4S store.

Inside the lobby, salespeople were fawning over several portly tycoons.

Lu Yiming walked straight to a red Ferrari in the center of the booth, opened the door, and plopped inside.

"Sir, this is our latest Ferrari F8 Tributo, priced at $70. Do you have a test drive scheduled?"

A hot saleswoman walked over in high heels.

She looked the young, Asian face up and down, probably already categorizing him in her mind as: a poor guy who came to freeload off the air conditioning and take a couple of photos to post on social media.

Lu Yiming ignored her and casually pressed the start button.

Boom!

The engine roared, startling everyone in the showroom.

"It's a bit noisy, but it's tolerable." Lu Yiming rubbed his ears.

"Sir, we do not offer test drives without an appointment."

The saleswoman's fake smile crumbled, and she immediately opened the driver's side door, gesturing for the person to leave.

"This one is the one, full payment, card payment."

He handed over the card the butcher had given him, holding it between his fingers.

!!!∑(ﾟДﾟノ)ノ

The saleswoman paused for two seconds, then her smile instantly became incredibly genuine.

She took the card with both hands and bent over at a ninety-degree angle.

"Yes, sir! We'll process your paperwork right away! Would you like a cup of coffee?"

"Okay, give me a latte, no milk, no coffee, and some ice."

Saleswoman: "...Okay, the iced water will be delivered right away."

Lu Yiming sat on the sofa in the rest area, with his legs crossed.

The huge LCD TV on the wall is broadcasting the news live.

In the video, Governor Richard stands at the podium, facing a sea of ​​reporters with a somber expression.

"First, I want to clarify the matter of finding a body in my car. The deceased was Vance, the head of a counterfeit money ring. I went to Fremont in person to escort him for questioning. But en route, Vance was assassinated with ricin."

Richard paused, then his tone became more forceful:

"But please rest assured, people! Justice may be delayed, but it will never be denied! Just last night, Fremont's renowned Chinese-American detective, Officer Lu Yiming, solved the case."

"We successfully killed the perpetrator. Thank you, Officer Lu, for clearing my name. He is the pride of California! He is a hero of America!"

Richard gestured dramatically with his fist, spittle flying everywhere.

Those who knew the truth thought he was hunting down an assassin, while those who didn't thought Lu Yiming had killed Patriot with a crowbar.

Immediately afterwards, a blurry video of a gunfight breaking out in the park was played on the screen, with gunfire flashing under a dozen searchlights.

Actually, you can't see anything clearly.

The reporters in the audience were amazed and buried themselves in taking notes.

Lu Yiming watched the passionate speech on TV and was speechless.

To make it seem more authentic, they actually pinned all the credit on me.

Wow, he became a California hero just by sitting in his car eating sunflower seeds.

"Regarding the video circulating online claiming that I once visited Lolita Island, I hereby solemnly declare: it is completely fabricated using AI technology! It is a deliberate smear campaign!"

Richard forced out a few tears, looking as if he had suffered a great injustice.

Lu Yiming nodded. This fat old man was quite a good actor.

They originally wanted to use this scandal to bring down the old guy, but the other party was too sensible. He gave them two million US dollars without hesitation and even helped boost their reputation.

Thinking about it that way, I suddenly found him kind of cute, being chubby.

As long as the money is there, everything is negotiable.

Lu Yiming pointed at the TV screen and casually asked the saleswoman, "Hey, beautiful, do you believe what the governor said?"

……

"Of course I don't believe it."

On the other side of the city, in the slums and red-light district.

In the dimly lit rented room, Margaret, a human tissue softening engineer, was lying on the chest of a burly man covered in chest hair.

The broken television on the wall was also broadcasting Richard's press conference.

Margaret rolled her eyes as she watched TV.

"That governor is quite the actor."

She said to the burly man beneath her, "He's really something else! He's targeted some of our girls before. He actually likes having people in police uniforms beat him up, and he likes to lick their toes while calling them 'Mommy.'"

"Really? Let me try the same service as the governor..."

Boom boom boom!

A rapid knocking interrupted their flirting.

"Who is it, in broad daylight?"

Margaret muttered something as she put on her bathrobe, went downstairs, and opened the door.

The door had barely opened a crack when a man in a black trench coat and hood barged in and locked the door behind him.

The man leaned against the door, his chest heaving violently as he gasped for breath.

The black trench coat had several bullet holes, from which blood was oozing.

"My God! Isaiah, what's wrong with you?!" Margaret quickly stepped forward to support him.

The hooded man, Isaiah, waved his hand and said weakly, "It's nothing... there was a slight accident."

"You can't work for them anymore! You'll die!"

"I'll take some money and leave, I'll hide out for a while. I can't let you and the children be a burden."

Isaiah pushed her away, limped into the living room, pulled out a wad of banknotes, stuffed them into his pocket, and turned to leave the house.

"Isaiah, you can't just leave like this..."

"Ah!" A scream suddenly came from upstairs.

Margaret was startled and called upstairs, "Walsh? What's wrong? Are you awake?"

No response.

She hurried upstairs and pushed open her son's bedroom door.

The bed was in disarray and empty.

She turned around in a panic and rushed back to her bedroom where she entertained guests.

"Oh my God..." Margaret covered her mouth in surprise, her legs going weak.

Inside the room, a teenage boy stood quietly, holding a long pair of scissors in his hand.

The customer had been disemboweled, his intestines hanging on the ground.

"...Child...what have you done?"

The boy slowly turned his head, his face splattered with blood, his eyes vacant, as if he were a different person.

"Hehehehe..."

The boy suddenly burst into laughter, "I'm back, this dirty world!"

He turned around and walked step by step toward his mother.

He raised the still-dripping long scissors and licked them with his tongue.

"What I hate most is prostitutes."