Chapter 147 - Opportunity (2) (1/2)

Translator: Lionwwang  Editor: Lionwwang

Later that night, we are suddenly called out of the room and into the warehouse behind the garage.

I find a car is parking there, Silo and I, and a dozen other guys are told to start working.

This is a red Mustang, the license plate is no longer available, I see several bullet holes in the windshield of the car. And the car doors, as well as the tires, are stained with some blood!

Looking at this and remembering the news, I almost understand something immediately!

A dozen of people with various tools, spot welding guns, cutters, open the front cover of the car engine, and then quickly dismantle all the mechanical parts inside. Tires, spindles, and all the other parts of the car have been removed. There are also people waiting behind. With the tools, it is easy to erase the number and the mark on the engine, then put a new one on, and do some renovation processing.

After everything is done, the car has only left one shell, no tires, and the seat cushions are removed too.

Then we pick up the spray gun and begin to move on the car’s casing. First, we spray the paint on the car again, then we continue to disassemble it. An original complete car, just one night, is dismembered into numerous pieces and parts.

I know that these engine, spark plug, oil pipeline and other parts will be used if they are replaceable when repairing cars for other customers in the future.

We’ve been busy all night until dawn! In the morning, I can say with certainty: that Mustang is no longer existing! It is split into countless parts and assembled into various cars.

I know it’s necessary to do so. The police usually go to the black car market to search the lost vehicles, but now the car has become countless spare parts, how to find it out?

We have been busy all night. Everyone’s eyes are red with fatigue. Then we are allowed to go back to rest without working during the day.

I just wash my hands to clean the oil from my hands. As soon as I am about to return to my room with Silo, I’m stopped.

“Little 5!” I look back and see a Papa 8’s subordinate is calling me, “Come with me. Papa 8 wants to see you.” Last time I saw him once in Papa 8’s room.

I look at Silo subconsciously. His eyes are envious, but he does not speak anything, just smiling at me and leaves alone.

I follow the man out to another warehouse. I see a lot of workers are busy on working. They seem to be refitting the cars. The welding glare let me subconsciously avoid my eyes.

Walking from the stairs to the second floor, I stand on the railing and look down. I find two men standing besides, all in simple coats. They don’t wear the uniforms here, which surprise me. Because I’ve been here for a week, unless the own person here, no any outsider can come inside!

But I don’t say anything, just follow that man to a door.

“Get in.” He glances at me and says.

I push the door in and see Papa 8 is sitting in a chair with his chin in one hand, as if reflecting on something.

“Papa 8…” I step up and call him in a low voice.

He earths to himself, takes a look at me, pointing to a couch beside the wall and says: “Sit down.”

I sit down, behind me is the window. Outside the window, downstairs, the workers are busy refitting cars.

Papa 8 hands me a cigarette first, then smiling: “How are you feeling after a week here?”

“Very good.” I answer him calmly, “It’s good here, and everyone is good to me.”

“Well.” He’s smiling, then casually taking a brown envelope from the table and throwing it to me, “This is yours.”

I’m a bit confused, open the envelope to see. There are some documents inside it. I can’t help looking up at him.