Chapter 171 Maserati
After resolving this minor matter, Sig also sent a message claiming that he had returned to the city. Zhang Ailun directly asked him to bring people to gather at the auto repair shop.
Soon Sig drove to Old Pick's auto repair shop, and when he came in, he was surprised to find that they were all his fellow Beggars' Sect disciples.
"What's going on? They stopped begging by picking up cans on the street and came here to work? Did you find a job for them? Do you know the boss here?"
"I bought this auto repair shop." Zhang Ailun said, crossing his legs.
"..."
After hearing this, Sig fell silent.
You are worthy of me. You made a fortune without saying anything.
"Boss, when can you help me invest in a gun store?" Sig said flatteringly.
"Once we finish this order, maybe we'll have money." Zhang Ailun stood up and waved, motioning them to follow him.
After going up to the office on the second floor and closing the doors, windows and lights, Zhang Ailun connected his phone to the computer and projector.
Xige and his companions looked at each other, not understanding what this mysterious act was all about.
Zhang Allen projected the downloaded photos onto the screen and said seriously, "We are going to recycle a Maserati today. There is also a Chevrolet Bumblebee and a black Corvette."
Several people looked at the projection on the screen, which showed several white youths, with sneaky eyes, driving a silver-gray Maserati parked in the wealthy area and driving it into the parking garage on the second floor underground. There were five or six people in total, marked as members of the Silver Fox team that stole the vehicle.
The Big B gang was made up of several black people. Sig had some impression of them. They seemed to be street gangs that he had met in the warehouse area of Tianlong Avenue. He didn't expect that they were engaged in the business of stealing vehicles.
The Eagle Gang is a group of Mexicans who run a modification shop.
"The total value of these three cars is about $20! If we can steal the cars from these three car theft gangs without anyone noticing, modify them and repaint them, and sell them on the second-hand car market in the black market, we can make a profit of at least $18!"
"These cars are half-dead pseudo-zombie cars. The owners are all wealthy people in wealthy areas, but they are all in prison for the time being. As long as they pay the bail, they will be released soon. But there is no need to worry about the risks, because the vehicles will have been sold by then."
"In addition, there is also a mission involving the robbery of a jewelry store. Those guys hid the stolen jewelry in a ranch in the countryside, which is worth at least $200,000! It's just that the distance is a bit too far, and it's not within our jurisdiction. We can make long-term plans. Now the main task is to recover the vehicles!"
Zhang Ailun zoomed in on the video shot from the perspective of the jewelry store. Several people were carrying black briefcases, with their faces covered, holding AK series guns in their hands, and one was pulling the bolt with his backhand. Looking at their professional positions and positions, they were obviously habitual criminals and gangsters!
They also brought up the footage of them driving a van, shot by random passers-by on the road, with the muzzle of the gun pointing to the sky, still emitting blue flames.
It doesn't look like an escape at all, it's leisurely and more like a photo taken by a professional photographer!
“This is big business!!”
After Zhang Ailun finished speaking, the Beggar Gang disciples also felt their blood boiling.
"Those parking lots and warehouses are full of cameras, and there are people supervising them. What can we do to get the cars back openly?" Sig took a look. This is not like recycling vehicles, where an employer has to pay the bill and guarantee to hire them to retrieve the vehicles.
This is a case of thieves eating thieves!
But it is high risk and high reward.
A huge profit! As long as you can get the vehicle back, you can get the full payment directly into your account and become rich.
People are not rich without windfall, and horses are neither night nor fat.
"Don't worry, we can easily handle the camera."
Zhang Ailun sent a message to Blitzcrank, asking him to gather here when he had time, as there was a professional errand that required him.
Another group task was arranged, which was to first bring back the most valuable Maserati Quattroporte and modify it, and then transfer the vehicles from the black gangs and the Mexican team.
Blitzcrank came over soon. After learning that this mission required him to hack into communication equipment and cameras, which was a piece of cake for him, he immediately agreed with pleasure.
Zhang Ailun made a plan and announced a temporary adjournment of the meeting, asking everyone to prepare their equipment and wait until dark before taking action.
Soon it was evening.
The night is dark and windy.
Zhang Ailun gathered with a few others, drove the Wrangler, took Sig and Blitz, and went to the underground parking garage where the Maserati was parked.
Blitz slowly opened his laptop, wrote a program in the car, and notified Bailey and Melvin and their team via microphone, asking them to keep an eye on the place.
The parking garage on the second underground floor is equipped with surveillance cameras for 24-hour monitoring, but they are not owned by the Traffic Management Bureau or the police station. Instead, they are installed privately. This is also the private hideout for those theft gangs. It is obviously a long-abandoned parking garage.
There isn't much construction going on in the surrounding area, and there are rusty construction signs and a lot of potholes on the road.
Zhang Ailun parked the car on the side of the road and waited for a moment. After a series of skillful operations, Blitz cracked the code. The camera was interfered with by the signal and went out instantly.
"There's something wrong with the camera. They will definitely send someone to check it out. We only have five minutes to drive the car away without attracting attention." Blitz looked at the location mark on the map. The address of the criminal gang, an apartment, was only two streets away from the parking lot.
"Five minutes is enough." Zhang Ailun smiled. They have everything going for them, and if they still can't do it easily, then they might as well just retire and stop thinking about earning this money!
After getting out of the car with Sig, we walked into the underground garage unimpeded. With a flashlight, we quickly found the Maserati parked there alone.
These guys are really unprofessional. They didn't even repaint or modify the car. They just parked the car here. I guess they are thinking of waiting for the storm to die down before selling the car.
Zhang Ailun took the tester and walked around the Maserati, making a beeping sound. He bent down and pulled out a black locator from under the chassis. Those guys were really cautious!
After handing the locator to Sig, he took out a screwdriver to pry open the locator, unplugged the red line plug, cut off the power supply, and put it in his pocket.
Zhang Ailun learned on the spot and put it into practice. He took the crude and simple jammer made by Blitz and stuck it on the door handle. After adjusting it a little, the frequency band was based on the same principle as the remote control. After two beeps, the car door was unlocked and he opened it very easily.
"It's really high-tech. Now you don't even need to connect to the line to steal a car. You can just forge a car key and drive away."
Zhang Ailun couldn't help but sigh that knowledge changes destiny.
Sig took out the prepared spray and drew a black gang graffiti on the wall. He framed the person and returned to the car with satisfaction.
After Sig got in the car, Zhang Ailun started the Maserati Quattroporte, backed out of the garage, and arrived at the road smoothly.
I got out of the car, got back into the Wrangler, and happily high-fived Blitzcrank. The whole process only took about three minutes.
What is professionalism? This is professionalism!
Let Sig drive the vehicle behind the Wrangler, and Zhang Allen drive the vehicle in front to lead the way.
Blitz had already prepared a detour in advance and planned a safe route. There was no need for such a risky operation as invading the Traffic Management Bureau. There were many roads in Los Angeles without cameras, and some even had no street lights.
As soon as Zhang Ailun left, the thieves' gang went wild. They were drinking and partying in the shabby bungalow, celebrating their success! In a few days, they would be able to earn tens of thousands of dollars! Everyone would get a share!
As a result, the engineer in the team responsible for monitoring the camera saw that the camera suddenly turned into a snow screen, and not just one camera, but all cameras were snowy.
I rubbed my eyes and confirmed that it was not my eyes that were dazzled. I was shocked.
Realizing something was wrong, he hurriedly notified the team members. The team members also realized something was wrong and hurriedly dropped the Yen beer in their hands and rode their motorcycles to the parking garage.
As a result, when I looked at the empty underground parking garage on the second floor, I suddenly felt a little depressed.
"F**k! My car!!!" The team leader instantly turned into a white-skinned, red-hot kid. Veins popped out on his forehead, and he stamped his feet in anger and jumped three feet high.
"Which son of a bitch did this? Why did this happen?!"
"Didn't you say that installing surveillance here would be foolproof?" He turned around and blamed the technical staff in the team.
The engineer was also a little unhappy. "It's obvious! We have offended an expert who is proficient in network technology! He hacked into our backend system, what can I do? I'm just an air conditioner repairman, and you insisted on inviting me to join your team and let me be responsible for communication security. This is embarrassing me!"
"Some people say that you are proficient in network technology! And you have won awards! Otherwise, why would I invite you here?" The team leader was indignant.
"Yes! But that was the third prize in computer science that I won when I was in elementary school! And I was playing Tetris!" the engineer said unhappily.
"Wasn't everything fine the first two times? Wasn't it smooth? Why did such an accident happen this time?" The team leader was very angry and couldn't understand.
"The previous times we did small business of one or two thousand dollars, but this time we got the car from the wealthy area, which is a big business of tens of thousands of dollars. How can it be the same!"
The engineer said sarcastically, "I told you! This kind of work is very risky! It's easy to get out of touch."
"But that rich man has already been in jail for illegal operations. I attended that court appearance as a spectator. It will take at least half a month for him to be released. So who called the police?" The intelligence officer in the team was also very puzzled.
It didn't take long for someone to notice the graffiti on the wall.
"The black people in the warehouse area? Fuck! I knew it was them! They are famous for their tendency to rob other blacks! It's because they look black! This must have been done by these colleagues!"
The team leader was so angry that he immediately picked up a baseball bat, got on his motorcycle and prepared to take revenge on the other party!
"Boss, that's their territory, we should at least bring a gun with us, right?"
"I'm not going to fight them head-on! I'm going to smash their windows! I'm going to puncture their motorcycle tires!" the team leader cursed.
"Boss, it may not be them. We don't have any business conflicts with them. Is it possible that it was done by another team?" Someone advised the boss not to be impulsive. Avoid being fooled by others.
But the engineer's cell phone suddenly rang, and he soon discovered that the locator was working.
I couldn't help but yell, "They did it! The vehicle is in the warehouse area!"
Upon hearing this, the group of people didn't say anything else. They angrily got on their motorcycles, stepped on the accelerator and headed towards the warehouse area.
On the other side, Zhang Ailun took a long detour and spent more than ten minutes before returning to Lao Pick's Auto Repair Shop.
He parked the Wrangler on the side of the road and honked the horn twice outside. The Beggar Gang disciple who was in charge of staying in the store immediately opened the warehouse door. Sig drove the Maserati and stepped on the accelerator and drove into the warehouse.
On the first day of their business, they drove their first luxury car back easily without any risk or notice.
"Boss, how do we modify this car?" The Beggar Gang disciple looked at the Maserati and felt that it was a bit difficult to start with.
"Just make sure the exterior doesn't look like the same car. Remove the license plate and throw it away, then find a street scalper to register a new one." Zhang Ailun instructed the Beggar Gang disciples to make the license plate more expensive so that they could sell it at a better price.
After making his request, Zhang Ailun left the repair shop and returned to the Wrangler.
He drove the vehicle to the next area and asked Sig to turn on the locator to conduct a sting operation.
Soon they arrived at the warehouse area of Tianlong Avenue, where Bailey was guarding. From a distance, he saw a few black people smoking leaves at the door of the warehouse. Maybe they felt that cameras were not very reliable, so they did not install any. They just relied on the most primitive manpower to take turns and stay up all night to watch over the car.
Or maybe Lao Hei is really honest. He obviously has brains, but he just doesn't want to use them.
Zhang Ailun drove his car and pretended to pass by, then stopped on the street and picked up Bailey. Sig opened the car window and spat, then dropped the location on the side of the road. He stepped on the accelerator and drove away.
"Fxxk! What a decent guy! Spitting everywhere! And driving a Wrangler! These rich white guys deserve to be fucked!"
A relatively sturdy black man speaking fluent West Coast rap was full of envy and jealousy.
Then he turned his head and looked at the tall, thin black man next to him, "What do you say, bro? I'll come to your house after my shift is over?"
"Get lost, you just want to fuck my sister." The black man cursed.
"Oh, don't envy me, man. Seriously, if you fix your shaggy hair style, maybe someone will be willing to talk to you. Guess what, your ex-girlfriend will also call me. As long as she doesn't mess around with that lawyer or the white guy, I think I will get back together with her." Old Black was beaming with joy.
Are you fucking going to take the postgraduate entrance examination?
"Fuck you!"
"Fuck you!"
The two of them started swearing at each other.
Soon a motorcycle came from the end of the road, and the Silver Fox theft team found this place based on the location.
"Is this the place? Hey! Fuck you! It's you who broke the rules and stole my car?"
The Silver Fox boss got out of the car, pointed a baseball bat at the two black guys' noses and started cursing.
Lao Hei was stunned for a moment, and then he became annoyed. "Where the hell did you come from, you idiot!"
"Hey! Get out of our territory!"
The two sides confronted each other and soon they started pushing and shoving each other. Although the two black men were physically fit and could fight and resist, they were no match for four hands with three punches. They were soon pinned to the ground and beaten up. They were bruised and battered, and sat on the ground screaming in anger.
Zhang Ailun and his companions sat in the Wrangler, turned off the engine and parked on the side of the road, watching this scene. He took out his mobile phone, took a photo, and sent it to Simone.
Zhang Ailun: Your compatriots are suffering again.
Simone:? You are a human?
(End of this chapter)
