Suddenly, a Mexican wearing a hoodie got into Boss Jia's Lincoln.
"Drive, go straight ahead!"
The cold muzzle of the gun pointed at the driver's crotch was a sawed-off shotgun, its barrel as thick as an egg and decidedly intimidating, particularly considering where it was aimed.
Not daring to delay even for a second, Accountant Jia's driver completely forgot about his own boss and immediately started the car, not even noticing when his cigarette fell and burned his trousers.
"Brother, I have money, in the storage compartment in front of the car, open it, there's money inside, just keep your hand steady, brother."
The Mexican gunman opened the glove compartment, and inside there was a pile of US dollars which he stuffed into his pants without bothering to count exactly how much.
Seeing the person beside him take the money, the driver forced a smile and said.
