My Realistic Adult Game
Chapter 83 - 45: No One Can Threaten Me (3)

Chapter 83: Chapter 45: No One Can Threaten Me (3)

I need to have power!

Walking into the cabin, I looked around and found three hundred thousand US dollars in cash and fifty kilograms of high-purity cocaine under the liquor cabinet.

These guys are using the yacht to traffic drugs.

According to my guess, these people are related to Claude’s death. I am facing a vast drug empire and unknown enemies.

Picking up the cash bag, I slung it over my back.

At the bottom of the yacht, there was a jet ski. I pierced the diesel barrels in the storeroom and poured the diesel on the drugs and the deck.

I pulled out a cigarette again, got on the jet ski, lit it, and tossed my lighter onto the deck. Boom, flames leapt up, spreading all around.

I started the jet ski, the engine roared, and sprays of water appeared behind me.

Boom!

Firelight wrapped in black smoke flew in the sky, the sound of explosions coming from behind.

I headed towards the beach.

Returning to the apartment, Amir was sitting on the sofa watching TV.

"Hey man, it’s good to see you back."

Taking a bite of the pizza on the coffee table, "Mushroom bacon?"

"Yes."

"Old Jack left?"

"Handled, I used the cash from your wardrobe."

"I knew you would find it."

"We are brothers." Amir raised his fist, and the fists bumped together.

"The sofa will be brought in later by someone, old Jack’s men changed the door, and the wall was patched up."

"You’re awesome! I knew I chose the right person."

I sat on the sofa, and Amir handed me a cola.

"What happened?"

I didn’t want to drag Amir into this mess with me.

"Help me investigate someone."

"Who?"

"Colombian, Carlos Massa. Rodriguez."

"Give me two days."

"Thank you."

"We are brothers."

I handed the backpack to Amir, "Take it to the club and convert it for me."

"Three hundred thousand?" Amir counted.

"Uh-huh."

"Wow, man, take me with you next time. I want to be rich too! Are you sure about converting it, you’ll only get 210,000."

"I need to launder it clean."

"You’re now the manager of the club, happy to serve you, BOSS."

"go!"

"Alright, what are you going to do?"

"I’m going to buy my sister Jesse’s favorite car. She’s coming to Miami today, and I’ll surprise her."

"You’re a good brother. She likes Chevrolet Corvette."

"Yes. Whatever she wants, I’ll give her. Find me a good community; I need to move. Sign the lease under someone else’s name." It’s not safe here anymore.

"OK."

"Two apartments, another one for Kelly and Ella."

"COPY boss!"

Amir and I left the apartment, and soon received the club’s transfer.

$210,000, it’s clean money, Sofia takes 30% commission, that’s the rule.

Arriving at the Chevrolet 4S store.

Some salespeople in the lobby saw my second-hand Dodge, and I, dressed plainly, didn’t catch their attention.

Until I walked into the hall, a woman dressed in office attire came up to me.

A professional smile on her face.

"Is there anything I can help you with?"

A formulaic expression, a formulaic smile, a professional greeting.

Arrogance and prejudice exist in every corner of the world.

Miami is the waiting room of paradise, a paradise for the rich, but also hell for the poor.

The cost of living here is higher than in other cities.

The pressure of survival is greater.

Arrogance and prejudice are everywhere.

For example, a person working at a bank made a mistake.

If he’s a person of color, his boss will give him a harsh penalty.

If he’s white, his boss is likely to give him a chance.

Fairness is never given by God, nor by order.

It needs to be seized by you.

"I want to see the new cars." I am very familiar with the saleswoman’s expression and gaze because I am a poor boy who grew up in a chaotic neighborhood.

From high school to college, a person’s class, like a fixed ladder, has long determined your path.

Hope and the American Dream, everyone has it, and everyone is different.

Some people pursue freedom, some pursue dreams, some pursue survival.

Like me, my dream is big and humble, to take good care of my family and strive to live.

"What style do you want? Coupe, sedan, SUV, off-road, van?"

The salesperson said a lot.

I looked at another man and woman; they were dressed very well, and the material of their clothes looked expensive.

Sitting in the lobby, two salespeople served coffee, delicious snacks, and refreshing ice cream.

Fairness has always been a comfort given by the strong to the weak.

"What do you recommend?"

"Can I know what your budget is?"

The salesperson maintained politeness, also maintaining a smile, and customers are God.

I spotted a red Chevrolet Corvette in the showroom.

Walked over to the car.

"Sorry, sir, this is an exhibit."

This was a polite reminder, and also a form of implicit discrimination.

The woman in front of me was telling me, don’t touch! You can’t afford it!

"I really like it."

"Yes, it’s beautiful." The salesperson’s smile was charming.

[Under-the-table mode on. You can use observation.]

A dialog box prompt appeared over the salesperson’s head.

[This is not something you can afford. Don’t waste my time.]

I looked at the tag on her chest. Understanding this woman looked down on me.

"Grace? Can’t I test drive it?"

Grace was wearing a white shirt, black short skirt, a pair of black high heels, about twenty-five years old, with a very full figure.