Chapter 24: The Robbery

"Guns!? Haha." Hearing Jimmy's words, the thugs all burst out laughing.

"You mean this!" The black man pulled a Desert Eagle from his waist and pointed it at Jimmy.

"Yeah, that's right!" Jimmy quickly nodded.

"Hehe, I'll sell it to you! This gun costs fifty thousand dollars!" The black man laughed loudly—fifty thousand dollars could buy several Desert Eagles (though illegal)!

"Sigh! I think you misunderstood! I want to know who sells guns to you!" Jimmy smiled coldly, realizing these guys were playing with him.

Without further words, Jimmy showed these foreigners what Chinese kung fu really meant…

Grabbing the black man by the neck, Jimmy said coldly, "Tell me what I want to know!"

"Cough cough, it's on Broadway, 33rd Street, we call him Iron Skin!" The black man gasped out while sticking out his tongue.

"Hmph! Should've said so earlier, no need to get violent!" Jimmy chuckled and released the black man, slipping the Desert Eagle back into his waist as he left the restroom.

Seeing Jimmy leave unharmed, the bartender was stunned for a moment before rushing to check the restroom—finding all the thugs lying on the floor.

Jimmy left the bar, suddenly realizing he didn't actually know where Broadway 33rd Street was. "Sigh…" Resigned, he hailed a taxi, explained the destination, and soon the driver turned two corners and stopped.

"Three dollars!" the black taxi driver said.

"Uh…" Jimmy shrugged helplessly, then handed the driver three one-dollar bills borrowed from the thugs.

Jimmy got off and walked toward the dark alley ahead. It was very dark, but his right eye could still see.

"Hey, man, wandering alone so late?" Two figures blocked Jimmy's way.

Jimmy smiled slightly and said, "I want to know where Iron Skin is." The two glanced at each other, then one black man asked, "What do you want Iron Skin for?"

"Hehe, I have a big deal!" Jimmy smiled mysteriously.

"Oh!" After exchanging glances, one black man ran toward a basement while the other watched Jimmy.

Soon, the one who went down returned and said, "Let's go!"

The two black men flanked Jimmy and led him downstairs. After passing three girls guarding the stairs, Jimmy entered a smoky warehouse. Four people were playing cards; a black man and a white woman were in a heated discussion. At the far end sat a bald black man lounging on a sofa, holding two blonde white girls in his arms, eyeing Jimmy curiously.

"Search him!" the bald black man ordered the two who had brought Jimmy.

Jimmy cooperated as they searched him. One black man found a gun at Jimmy's waist; the other found nothing.

"Sir, what big business do you want to discuss?" the bald man squinted at Jimmy.

Jimmy chuckled and asked back, "Have you heard about the recent big deal!?" His question was deep, meant to provoke those who knew the inside story to react—usually with surprise, denial, or straightforward honesty. If not, then Jimmy was talking to the wrong person.

"Oh!" The bald man paused, then asked, "What do you want to say?" Jimmy, watching his surprised face, knew he had a chance.

"Really? You don't know? … Then I must have the wrong person!" Jimmy shrugged and stood, pretending to leave.

"Hey, you wouldn't want to mess with Old Brad, right?" The black man asked in surprise.

"Trust me, I have that ability!" Jimmy turned confidently.

"...Hey, I don't want to get involved! Goodbye!" The bald man quickly shook his head.

"Do you really want that? Are you content to lie in this filthy place?" Jimmy stared coldly into the bald man's eyes. After three seconds, he took the gun from one black man and headed for the door.

Just as Jimmy reached the door, the bald man shouted, "Wait!" Jimmy paused and turned to glare at him.

"Damn! Damn! Brothers, those bastards!" The bald man cursed loudly, and everyone in the room suddenly raised their guns at Jimmy.

"I want to see what you're capable of, but I'll tell you this—if things go wrong, I'm running with my brothers first!" The bald man walked up to Jimmy coldly.

"Hehe, we will definitely succeed!" Jimmy smiled coldly.

Jimmy followed the bald man into one car, while the others took two more cars.

"Their deal is in an abandoned building in Brooklyn, with over thirty people reportedly!" the bald bald man whispered.

"How big is the deal?" Jimmy asked coldly.

"Three million dollars!" The bald man looked at Jimmy strangely and whispered.

"What are they trading?" Jimmy squinted.

"Number Four Goods!" The bald man greedily said.

"Phew! Are you sure?" Jimmy knew what "Number Four Goods" meant, and gasped.

"Exactly!" The bald man nodded coldly.

Soon, the three cars arrived at an abandoned building.

"We're here!" The bald man said, about to get out.

Jimmy grabbed him, "I'll take care of the scouts. You watch my back."

"Oh! You that confident?" The bald man was surprised.

"Hmph!" Jimmy snorted, took off his black contact lens in his left eye—it excited him!

Jimmy stuck out his tongue, took a running start, and easily jumped over a four-meter-high iron fence.

The people in the cars were stunned. "Oh my god, he's amazing!" The tall, skinny black man who had brought Jimmy downstairs shouted.

Jimmy crouched and pulled out his dragon horn dagger. Since returning to the real world, Jimmy had sharpened it, though it was now much shorter.

Crouching low, Jimmy slowly advanced. The abandoned building was a ruin, with plenty of cover in front. Leaning against a corner, he stuck out his tongue. On the first floor, he saw four people. Thanks to the infrared in his left eye, he spotted two to four more people on the roof.