Michael was in a very good mood!
Ever since he had pocketed Stanfield's stash of drugs worth a million us dollars, he had spent the past two days in a state of excitement.
Although Michael hadn't done very well for himself, he had been a hoodlum since he was a child.
Having been in this circle for twenty years, even if he was still just a petty thug belonging to the lower-middle class of the gangster world,
he still had his own connections and friends!
Over the last few days, he had sought out a few friends he was on good terms with, preparing to find contacts to sell the stolen drugs.
"As long as I can sell them for a million us dollars, it'll be enough for me to enjoy myself for a few years."
Michael naturally knew that selling the drugs in small quantities was undoubtedly the safest way.
But he was also afraid that if there were too many buyers, word would eventually leak out.
If Stanfield really heard about it, his life would probably be in danger.
Therefore, those he sought out were all close friends.
He hoped to use their connections to eventually sell off that ten-kilogram stash of drugs.
And the result did not disappoint Michael.
A friend told him that he had a client who could take a large amount of drugs.
He also asked Michael how much he had on hand.
Despite being extremely excited about this, Michael didn't lose his head.
He cautiously told the other party that he was only asking on behalf of a friend, and that his friend had about four kilograms of drugs.
After this supposedly clever explanation, Michael had reached a preliminary agreement with that friend.
The other party told Michael's 'friend' to prepare the goods as soon as possible; they would trade in two days.
Because the price the other party offered was even higher than Michael's expectations.
It was as much as 420,000 us dollars!
Thinking that he would soon become a wealthy man,
Michael couldn't hide his excitement, and even his steps home quickened!
However, just as he arrived near the apartment,
Michael's expression suddenly changed, and he almost turned and ran in fright.
It turned out that outside the apartment he was renting,
from a distance, Michael saw the police cordon.
The outside of the apartment was also crowded with people; it seemed something had happened there.
Michael couldn't help but feel a surge of panic, but because the stash of Stanfield's drugs he had stolen was still in his home,
he could only suppress the irritability and unease in his heart and cautiously approach.
He soon learned the reason the police were at the apartment from the conversations of the nearby onlookers.
But because of this, Michael's panic grew even more.
"Several tenants in the apartment were victims of an armed robbery, and four people were shot dead."
"Was the tenant on the fourth floor among them?"
Michael still had some cleverness, though not much.
But from the conversations of the onlookers, hearing that a tenant on the fourth floor of the apartment had been forcibly robbed and shot dead by armed bandits,
Michael immediately thought of the fourth-floor tenant who lived in the apartment and seemed to be monitoring him.
In an instant, he thought to himself that things were looking bad.
He guessed that the fourth-floor tenant who was monitoring the apartment had likely been dealt with by Stanfield.
He quickly fled and hid in another place for the afternoon.
It wasn't until evening that Michael, after all, couldn't stop worrying about the drugs he had hidden at home.
Under the temptation of greed, he returned to the apartment once again.
However, when he saw that the police cordon outside the apartment was gone,
and that no police were in sight, Michael finally breathed a sigh of relief.
But he still cautiously detoured to the back of the apartment, only to find the emergency exit was locked after pushing the door.
Michael didn't care at all; he was a hoodlum, and swindling, cheating, and stealing were things he did regularly.
Pulling out a Multi-tool from his pocket, Michael fiddled with the door lock for a while.
With a crisp click, he successfully opened the locked back door and entered the apartment.
Going all the way up the stairs to the sixth floor, Michael didn't even dare to look at the 'robbed' apartments.
Especially when passing the fourth floor, he resisted the urge to take a few extra looks.
As soon as he got home, Michael immediately closed the door.
At this time, the three children in the house were still at school and hadn't come home yet.
As for his wife Maggie, she said she might have to go out for a few days for something recently.
Michael knew what kind of work his wife did; as a hoodlum, his income was usually unstable, so he spent quite a bit of her money.
So, regarding the possibility that his wife was going out to play with some rich guy for a few days, he turned a blind eye and didn't stop her.
Closing the door, Michael carefully looked around the house.
He confirmed that the house was exactly as it was before he left in the morning, with no signs of being rummaged through.
But Michael still felt uneasy and quickly went to find the ten kilograms of drugs he had hidden in the house.
After confirming everything was there, Michael, who had broken out in a cold sweat at some point,
leaned back on the sofa, subconsciously turned on the television, and stared blankly in lingering fear.
Not long after, accompanied by the sound of a door opening,
the younger daughter, Matilda, came back with her younger brother.
---Seeking flowers--- "Dad, we're back."
Matilda, who was only 12 years old, was still in the sixth grade of elementary school this year.
Her grades weren't good, and she occasionally skipped classes.
So Matilda was currently worried about whether she could advance to the seventh grade, although she didn't really want to continue studying anyway.
The only thing worth being happy about, however, was that her younger brother had just started first grade this year.
Since they were in the same school, Matilda had been going to and from school with her brother for the past year.
"Mhm!"
Michael wasn't in a very good mood; seeing his daughter and son return, he only gave a casual reply.
Seeing this, although Matilda really wanted to watch TV, she curled her lip and took her brother back to their room.
She also knew her dad wasn't a good person... if she crossed him, she'd inevitably get a few slaps.
Another hour or so later, the eldest daughter also returned.
Seeing her swollen lips, she had likely been fooling around with her boyfriend for a while after school.
Matilda played with her brother for a bit, and then he started crying that he was hungry.
She had gym class today and had exerted quite a bit of energy, so she also felt hungry.
So she stepped out of the room and asked Michael, "When is Mom coming back? We're hungry."
Michael's train of thought was interrupted while he was spacing out, and his expression immediately soured.
He glared at Matilda with a dark face, giving the young girl a start.
"Mom has work; she'll be on a business trip for a few days."
"You and Liv aren't children anymore; you should learn how to cook for yourselves."
"Go buy some bread and milk. There's still bacon and eggs in the fridge; just have something simple for dinner."
"Oh!"
Matilda didn't have much affection for her biological father; seeing his unpleasant tone, she immediately responded.
Then she reached out her hand toward Michael, and after waiting a moment, she saw him reluctantly fish out a twenty-dollar bill and hand it over.
Matilda grabbed the money and quickly ran downstairs, preparing to go to a nearby store to buy ingredients for dinner.
The moment she stepped out of the apartment, she brushed past several people.
Matilda glanced curiously at one of them, a man wearing headphones who was twitching all over and shaking his head as if he were neurotic.
Unaware of what was about to happen, she quickly continued running toward the store... PS: New book released, recommending my old book [supernatural: i have a small world].
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