My chat group members are all legendary criminals.

Chapter 70 Test

Footsteps sounded.

The man in the baseball cap who had previously impersonated a narcotics officer walked in.

He took off his DEA uniform and put on a suit.

"Boss, the lie detector is ready," said the bespectacled coder.

Vance pulled up a chair and sat down opposite Lu Yiming, staring intently at him.

"You've been exposed."

He pulled out a bloodstained electronic chip and waved it around.

Lu Yiming's heart skipped a beat.

My first thought was that the tracker in the defensive midfield position had been discovered.

But he immediately realized something was wrong.

There was no pain in my lower back.

Moreover, this chip is so large that it is a subcutaneous tracking device used by the police.

The device Caroline implanted in him was the FBI's latest product, and it was very small.

This guy is still trying to scam him.

"...Officer, I really don't know what you're talking about!"

Lu Yiming struggled in great fear.

"You really don't know?"

Vance smiled slightly, took out a bag of crystals from his canvas bag, and squeezed it.

Lu Yiming watched this scene, his pupils dilated, and his heart pounded wildly.

This thing isn't popular anymore!

Before coming here, he turned this bag of things into another item.

His fear didn't need to be acted; he was genuinely afraid that this idiot would blow him up with him.

Vance was very satisfied with the effect of psychological pressure on Lu Yiming, who was covered in sweat and looked terrified.

He casually tossed the bag of crystals back into his bag.

"What do you say you do for a living?"

"I'm a chemistry teacher... and I also work part-time as a cashier at a gas station," Lu Yiming replied, panting heavily.

Vance ignored him and turned to look at the bespectacled henchman sitting behind the lie detector screen.

"The instruments are showing normal; he wasn't lying."

Lu Yiming maintained his fearful demeanor and continued, "Officer, please let me go. Go and arrest that Harley driver."

He did not forget his script.

An ordinary person who was arrested by the anti-narcotics bureau and thought he was going to be executed.

He had to act as if he knew nothing about Vance's identity.

"We drew your blood while you were unconscious."

Vance turned his head and pulled a lab report from his suit pocket.

"Your blood test results show that you took blood pressure medication before you came here, so it's normal that the lie detector couldn't detect any abnormality in your heart rate."

Lu Yiming swallowed.

Before coming, he guessed that he might be tested with a lie detector, so he specially bought blood pressure medication to control his heart rate. He didn't expect the other party to be just as cautious as he was.

He explained in a trembling voice, "I have high blood pressure and have to take medication every day."

Vance remained silent for ten seconds.

Then, changing the subject, she asked, "So how did you and Quentin meet?"

"Do you know Quentin Tarantino?"

Lu Yiming feigned surprise, "I met him when I was working at a gas station. His gym needed to prepare some steroid supplements, and since I knew the proportions, I helped him out to earn some extra money."

Vance stroked his chin thoughtfully: "How come you, a chemistry teacher, can draw?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Yiming's expression turned to astonishment.

"You...you're the employer Quentin introduced?"

He then gave a wry smile: "You scared me to death... I thought you really were from the Narcotics Bureau, and I thought I was going to die today!"

"You still haven't answered my question. Chemistry teacher, why do you draw?"

Lu Yiming chuckled self-deprecatingly: "Studying chemistry won't save America. I want to become an artist like Van Gogh."

Vance stood up and looked at him: "You're very smart, and you have a good mentality."

"You now face one last test."

As he spoke, he took a satellite phone out of his pocket.

"Hey. Help me find someone. I just sent their photo to your phone. Check the police department's internal system to see if there's such a person."

Lu Yiming's heart skipped a beat.

Vance is calling the police!

If there's a mole within the police station, and his undercover identity is verified, he's doomed today.

"...Hey, wait a minute, let me log into the system and take a look."

An impatient voice came through the microphone.

Upon hearing this voice, Lu Yiming inwardly cursed.

It's old Mike.

No wonder their every operation gets leaked.

Wait a minute, Old Mike is just a patrolman responsible for patrolling the neighborhood, how would he know about the operation?

Wait... what if Mike sells him out?

"I checked, there's no such person," Old Mike replied quickly.

Lu Yiming breathed a sigh of relief, his back covered in cold sweat. It seemed the old man was still a decent guy after all.

Vance nodded in satisfaction.

"That's good."

"By the way, did you transfer my money this month?"

"What's the rush? It's not due for another two days!"

"Don't give me that nonsense! I need the money urgently, so transfer it to me right now."

"OK, OK. The money will arrive within ten minutes."

Vance hung up the phone, waved to the bespectacled henchman next to him, and gestured for him to transfer money to Old Mike.

Lu Yiming's lips twitched.

It seems this old guy knows that this counterfeit money ring is about to be finished.

They're trying to make one last quick buck.

After confirming that everything was correct, Vance personally walked over to Lu Yiming's side.

He personally untied Lu Yiming and removed the metal plate from his chest.

"Sorry, friend."

Vance adopted a gentler expression. "In our line of work, caution is essential for survival."

As he spoke, he waved his hand, and his subordinates immediately brought over Lu Yiming's personal belongings.

Watch, wallet, car keys, and a disassembled mobile phone.

Lu Yiming rubbed his wrist, which was red from being bound, and glanced at his phone.

He was a little surprised that the other party would return his phone. Was this a new test?

The physical SIM card was removed, the eSIM was blocked, and there was no signal at all.

I wonder if Marcus can pinpoint this location.

The chat group can still be opened, and the red envelopes can still be used.

He had been unconscious for more than two hours, and Lao Bai's skill still had more than an hour left.

The next skill cannot be used yet.

"Let's go, I still want to see how good your drawing skills are. I'll take you to our real base."

Vance straightened his suit and tie, then turned and walked out.

Lu Yiming was taken aback.

The real base? They really have multiple burrows.

Lu Yiming picked up his coat and followed Vance out of the container.

Pushing open the iron gate, a deafening roar erupted.

The enormous searchlight blinded him.

Lu Yiming narrowed his eyes and was surprised to see a light helicopter hovering on the open ground in front of him.

The propellers spun at high speed, kicking up clouds of dust.

"Get on the plane!" Vance shouted, and climbed into the cabin.

Lu Yiming bent down, picked up the canvas bag he had brought, and braved the strong wind to sit in the back seat.

The helicopter took off, and the three large barrels of color-changing ink he brought had already been loaded onto the plane.

The flight lasted about half an hour.

Lu Yiming looked down through the porthole.

It was a separate factory area.

It is surrounded by lakes on three sides and has a steep and precipitous mountain on the other side.

Vance proudly introduced it to him:

"This is our kingdom."

"It's absolutely safe here. There are only two ways to get in and out: either take a helicopter or climb over a mountain full of traps."