Chapter 659 Hitchhiking

is."He Yan couldn’t help but feel somewhat helpless towards this miserly fellow."Don't be ungrateful after gaining an advantage. Without me, it would probably take you another five to ten years to top...Chapter 659 Hitchhiking

"Why am I laughing" Qiang Dong Song's eyes narrowed into a slit, and he put away his smile as he said, "It’s simple. Bloody Biser is priced by the gram at $10,000 per gram, and your son consumes around 200 grams each month."

Two hundred grams a month means Chen An Shi spends over two million US dollars on it every month! Converted to RMB, that's more than thirteen million!

A billion in a year!

Of course, with Chen An Shi’s wealth and power, he might not mind spending this amount of money. But how long can he sustain such expenses

This was Qiang Dong Song setting up a stable long-term financial supporter for the Dark Military School. He wasn’t worried about Chen An Shi refusing because the only consequence would be losing his son.

Moreover, Qiang Dong Song hadn’t explicitly stated that the amount of Bloody Biser required wouldn’t remain constant; it would increase over time at an exponential rate. For instance, if one billion was spent this year, two billion next year, and four billion the following year—the financial strain on Chen An Shi would be unsustainable.

Of course, Qiang Dong Song believed that in order to keep his son alive, Chen An Shi would resort to any means necessary.

Chen An Shi clearly knew what was going to happen over the next few years; his smile was sorrowful. "You guys are really ruthless."

"There are many people around the world who have had experiences similar to yours," Qiang Dong Song said coldly. "Go back now and take your men with you. They won’t be able to resist here."

"The gold is correct, the quantity is sufficient," a burly man from the Dark Military School said.

"Let's go."

After Qiang Dongsong spoke, he directly opened the truck door and got in.

The several cars drove off, leaving Chen Anshi with a tragic and hateful expression, as well as the listless Chen Maidong behind.

This father-son duo had turned out so tragically, which could not help but evoke sighs from others.

When the truck had driven a few hundred meters away, someone suddenly rolled over from the roadside and immediately crawled under the truck. When the truck drove off, there was no one left at the original spot!

Wang Zheng crawled under the vehicle, with both hands and feet hanging underneath the chassis of the truck. He tried to lift his head as high as possible so that it wouldn't bump into anything on the ground.

Luckily, this box truck had a very high chassis; otherwise, if it were an European low-profile truck, Wang Zheng would probably have been knocked senseless by stones on the road long ago.

The roads in South America are truly terrible. After being jolted around for over two hours in the truck, Wang Zheng felt like his bones were about to fall apart. He was barely holding on with the support of his arms and waist. His arms were almost numb from the strain.

Just as Wang Zheng thought he couldn't hold out any longer, the truck finally came to a stop.

Wang Zheng didn't immediately get down and used his legs to hook onto the crossbar of the vehicle, allowing his waist some relief. Despite being jolted around all over the place during this journey, he managed to memorize the route—how many meters they traveled and how many turns they took. Even if Wang Zheng's eyes were covered, he could clearly describe where to turn after a specific number of seconds.

This group of people unloaded the cargo, and within about ten minutes, three tons of gold had been offloaded. The truck then started up again and drove several hundred meters before stopping in an underground garage.

Wang Zheng finally relaxed his sore and swollen arms, lying on the ground panting heavily. Along this bumpy journey filled with dust, he had turned into a dirt-covered person, unable to recognize his previous appearance anymore.

After resting for another half hour, Wang Zheng felt that his muscles had mostly recovered before quietly getting up and sneaking out of the garage.

Luckily, there were no hidden cameras in this underground garage; only a few obvious camera holes. By walking along blind spots where cameras couldn't see him, Wang Zheng successfully avoided detection on the surveillance monitors.

The sky had already turned dark. This seemed to be a secret warehouse of the Dark Military School, which appeared outwardly as an ordinary factory with no unusual signs. The three tons of gold were placed in one of the workshops, with two burly men guarding them.

Wang Zheng wasn't interested in the gold; his main objective was to find Shang, this expert assassin from the Dragon Scale Unit who held immense importance for him. He also needed to verify an answer deep within his heart—he believed in Shang and trusted his comrades-in-arms.

Hence, Wang Zheng didn’t follow He Yan's prior plan of becoming a hostage of the Dark Military School; at times, acting from behind was more convenient.

After covertly investigating several workshops and storage areas, Wang Zheng, suppressing his disappointment, finally discovered a not-too-small storage room where the curtains weren't drawn. It appeared to be something akin to a dormitory area.

The storage room also had a bathroom; since everyone here was male, these burly men didn’t have the habit of drawing curtains. They all wandered around stark naked while bathing and washing their backs. Of course, spending too much time in such an environment could lead to some deviant preferences—Wang Zheng clearly saw one man drop his soap on the ground; when he bent down to pick it up, another black man rushed over with his own penis in hand.

It was too pornographic, almost unbearable to watch; Wang Zheng felt nauseous watching it.

This large warehouse housed around forty or fifty people, presumably the main force guarding this storage area. The Dark Military School's status in America was unshakable, so these guards weren't overly vigilant. Qiang Dongsong had left after removing the gold; he was a high-ranking official at the school. As an Asian person, it wasn't easy for him to get to his current position. Of course, it could also be that Principal Mars saw potential in Qiang Dongsong's Chinese identity and wanted him to represent the military school in Asia.

Wang Zheng came to South America with some information provided by He Yan, but he was almost completely clueless about specific details. He didn't know Shang’s name at the Dark Military School and couldn’t rashly interrogate these guys; he had to investigate everything himself.

However, Wang Zheng harbored no affection for the Dark Military School, so it wouldn't be a problem for him to cause some trouble here as revenge against these despicable individuals.

Wang Zheng took out his pistol and silently approached one of the black men who was enthusiastically spanking another man. He fired a shot at the black man's buttocks!

The bullet accurately struck the black man in the butt; he was just getting into it when suddenly, an enormous force hit him, followed by intense pain throughout his body.

Both men collapsed forward.

For these naked lambs waiting to be slaughtered, Wang Zheng felt that not giving each of them a bullet would be disrespectful.

Thus, holding the micro submachine gun in his right hand and the pistol in his left, he began spraying bullets into the men in the bathroom!ng, the Qiao family indeed has the qualifications to go head-to-head with the Shangguan family.From their first meeting, Wang Zheng recognized that dealing with this guy would be far from easy. With s...