Michael was in a good mood!
Ever since embezzling Stansfield's drugs worth a million dollars, he had spent the last two days in a state of excitement.
Although Michael wasn't doing well in life, he had been a thug since childhood.
Having been in the circle for about twenty years, even if he was still just a small-time thug at the bottom of the ladder...
He had his own network and friends!
Over the past few days, he had reached out to a few close friends, preparing to contact people to sell the embezzled drugs.
"As long as I can sell them for a million dollars, it'll be enough for me to enjoy life for a few years."
Michael knew, of course, that selling the drugs piecemeal would be the safest.
But he also feared that if too many people bought them, word would eventually leak out.
If Stansfield heard about it, Michael's life would be in danger.
So, he only looked for close friends.
Hoping to use their connections to eventually sell off the ten kilograms of drugs.
And the result didn't disappoint Michael.
A friend told him that he had a client who could swallow a large amount of drugs.
He also asked Michael how much product he had on hand.
Although extremely excited about this, Michael didn't get carried away.
He cautiously told the other party that he was just asking for a friend, and that his "friend" had about four kilograms of drugs.
After this self-perceived clever explanation, Michael reached a preliminary consensus with that friend.
The other party asked Michael's "friend" to prepare the goods as soon as possible; they would trade in two days.
Because the price offered by the other party was even higher than Michael's psychological expectation.
A whopping $420,000!
Thinking that he would soon become a rich man...
Michael couldn't hide the excitement in his heart, and even his steps home were a bit faster!
But as soon as he arrived near the apartment...
Michael's face changed instantly, and he almost turned around and ran away in fright.
Outside the apartment building where he lived...
Even from a distance, Michael saw the yellow police tape.
A crowd had gathered outside the apartment; it seemed something had happened.
Michael felt a panic in his heart, but because the batch of Stansfield's drugs he embezzled was still in his house...
He could only suppress his irritability and unease and approach cautiously.
Soon, from the conversations of the onlookers nearby, he learned the reason why the police were drawn to the apartment.
But because of this, the panic in Michael's heart grew even stronger.
"Several tenants in the apartment were robbed at gunpoint, and four people were beaten to death."
"Was one of them a resident on the fourth floor?"
Michael had some street smarts, though not much.
But hearing from the onlookers that a resident on the fourth floor was forcibly broken into by armed bandits and shot dead...
Michael immediately thought of the tenant on the fourth floor who seemed to be monitoring him.
In an instant, he cried out inwardly: "Not good."
He guessed that the monitoring tenant on the fourth floor was likely killed by Stansfield.
He quickly fled and hid somewhere else for the afternoon.
It wasn't until evening that Michael, still worried about the drugs hidden in his home...
Lured by greed, returned to the apartment once again.
However, seeing that the police tape outside the apartment was gone...
And seeing no police around, Michael breathed a sigh of relief.
Still, he vigilantly circled to the back of the apartment. Trying the door, he found the emergency exit locked.
Michael didn't care at all. He was a thug; swindling, cheating, and stealing were things he did often.
Taking out a multi-tool knife from his pocket, Michael fiddled with the lock for a while.
With a click, he successfully opened the locked back door and entered the apartment building.
Going up the stairs all the way to the sixth floor, Michael didn't even dare to look at the "robbed" households.
Especially when passing the fourth floor, he resisted the urge to look.
Once back home, Michael closed the door immediately.
At this time, the three children were still at school and hadn't come home yet.
As for his wife, Margie, she said she had business and might be away for a few days.
Michael knew what kind of work his wife did. As a thug with unstable income, he often spent his wife's money.
So regarding the possibility that his wife was going out to play with some rich tycoon for a few days, he turned a blind eye and didn't stop her.
Closing the door, Michael checked the house carefully.
Confirming that the house was the same as when he left in the morning and hadn't been ransacked...
Michael still didn't feel at ease. He hurriedly dug out the ten kilograms of drugs he had hidden.
Confirming the goods were all there, Michael, now unknowingly soaked in cold sweat...
Slumped on the sofa, subconsciously turned on the TV, and zoned out in fear.
Not long after, with the sound of the door opening...
His younger daughter, Mathilda, came back with her brother.
"Dad, we're back."
Mathilda, only 12 years old this year, was still in the sixth grade of elementary school.
Her grades weren't good, and she occasionally skipped class.
So Mathilda was currently worried about whether she could advance to the seventh grade, although she actually didn't really want to continue studying.
But the only thing to be happy about was that her brother had just started the first grade this year.
Because they were in the same school, Mathilda had been going to and from school with her brother for the past year.
"Mhm!"
Michael wasn't in a good mood. Seeing his daughter and son return, he just answered casually.
Seeing this, although Mathilda wanted to watch TV, she pouted and took her brother back to their room.
She knew her dad wasn't a good person.
Once she touched his bad luck, she would inevitably get slapped a few times.
Over an hour later, the eldest daughter (Liv) also came back.
Looking at her swollen lips, she had probably been making out with her boyfriend after school.
Mathilda played with her brother for a while until he started complaining about being hungry.
She had PE class today and consumed a lot of energy, so she felt hungry too.
So she walked out of the room and asked Michael, "When is Mom coming back? We're hungry."
Michael, who was in a daze, had his thoughts interrupted. His face instantly turned ugly.
He glared at Mathilda with a dark face, startling his little daughter.
"Mom has work and has to go on a business trip for a few days."
"You and Liv aren't small anymore. You should learn to cook for yourselves."
"Go buy some bread and milk. There's bacon and eggs in the fridge. Just eat something simple tonight."
"Oh!"
Mathilda didn't have much affection for her biological father. Seeing his unkind tone, she responded immediately.
Then she reached out her hand to Michael. After waiting for a while, she saw Michael reluctantly take out a twenty-dollar bill from his pocket and hand it over.
Mathilda grabbed the money, then quickly ran downstairs, ready to go to the store nearby to buy ingredients for dinner.
The moment she walked out of the apartment building, she brushed past several people.
Mathilda looked curiously at one of the men who was wearing headphones, shaking his whole body nervously, bobbing his head constantly.
Unaware of what was about to happen, she quickly continued running toward the store not far away.
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