America: Starting with Daily Intelligence-Chapter 280 - 171 Maserati_2

"The surveillance cameras have a problem, they’ll definitely send someone to check it out. If we want to drive the car away without attracting attention, we only have five minutes," Blitz said, looking at the map with the positioning markers for the apartment where the criminal gang lived, only two streets away from the parking lot.

"Five minutes is plenty," Allen Zhang smiled. They had all the advantages of timing, location, and people on their side; if they couldn’t handle this with ease, they might as well retire and forget about making this money!

As he got out of the car with Sieg, they swaggered into the underground garage unhindered, turned on the flashlight, and quickly found the lone Maserati parked there.

These guys really aren’t pros, not even a paint job to disguise it, just leaving the car here, probably planning to pull the car out and sell it once the heat dies down.

Allen took a tester and circled the Maserati, which beeped, and he bent down to pluck out a black locator from underneath the chassis. Those guys were really cautious!

He handed the locator to Sieg, who took out a screwdriver to pry open the locator, pulled out the red wire plug, cut the power, and pocketed it.

Allen also picked up on the trade right there, using a crude and simple jammer that Blitz had made, he stuck it on the door handle, adjusted it a bit, and by the principle of the same frequency band as the remote control, beep-beep, the car door was unlocked, opening the door was a breeze.

"The wonders of high-tech, now stealing a car doesn’t even require connecting the wires, just fabricate a fake car key and you can drive it away."

Allen couldn’t help but lament how knowledge changes fate.

Sieg took out the prepared spray paint and scrawled graffiti of the Black Gang on the wall. Framing someone else for the crime, he was perfectly content as he got back into the car.

Once Sieg was also in the car, Allen started up the Maserati Presidente, reversed out of the garage, and smoothly reached the street.

After getting out of the car, they were back in the Jeep, sharing a happy high-five with Blitz, the whole ordeal having taken just about three minutes.

Now, this is what you call professional!

Having Sieg drive behind in the Jeep, Allen led the way in front.

Blitz had already prepared a detour route in advance, devising a safe route that didn’t even require the risky operation of invading the traffic management system, because in Los Angeles there are plenty of roads without cameras, some don’t even have streetlights.

Just as Allen had left, the theft gang was in an uproar.

They were originally partying in their rickety little bungalow, celebrating pulling off a big business deal! In a few days they could be making tens of thousands of US dollars! Enough for everyone to have a share!

But the engineer in charge of monitoring the cameras saw the cameras suddenly turn into static snow screens, not just one, but all of them were blurred.

Rubbing his eyes to make sure he wasn’t seeing things, he was startled.

Perceiving that something was wrong, he hurriedly notified the team members, who also sensed something was amiss, quickly ditched their leaves of beer, and wobbled on their motorcycles to the parking garage.

But looking at the empty second basement level of the parking garage, they felt their mentality start to crumble.

"Fxxk! My car!!!" The team leader immediately turned into a red-faced white guy, veins bulging on his forehead, stomping on the spot, jumping three feet high.

"Who the hell did this? Why did this happen!?"

"Weren’t you the one who said that installing surveillance here was foolproof?" He turned and blamed the team’s tech person without hesitation.

The engineer was somewhat annoyed, "Obviously! We’ve caught the attention of a master of networking! He hacked into our backend system, what could I have done? I’m just an air conditioning repair guy, you insisted I join your team to handle communication security. This is just making life difficult for me!"

"People said you’re proficient with networking! You even won an award for it! Why would I invite you otherwise?" The team leader complained resentfully.

"Yes! But that was a third-place computer prize I won back in elementary school! I was even playing Tetris!" the engineer said vexedly.

"Last couple of times weren’t there no problems? Wasn’t everything smooth? Why did something like this happen this time?" The team leader was very angry, unable to comprehend.

"The last times we dealt with small deals of a couple thousand dollars, but this time we got a car from the Rich District worth tens of thousands, how could it be the same!"

The engineer said sarcastically, "I told you! This kind of job is very risky! It’s easy to blow our cover."

"But that rich guy has already been put away for illegal activities, I was at the observation during the trial, he won’t be out for at least half a month, who else could have called the cops?" The team’s informer also found it strange.

Soon someone noticed the graffiti on the wall.

"Those Blacks from the warehouse district? Fxxk! I knew it was them! They are notorious for ripping off their own! Who else would it be but these pros!"

The team leader, beside himself with rage, immediately grabbed a baseball bat, mounted a motorcycle, and prepared to take revenge!

"Boss, that’s their turf, should we at least take a gun?"

"I’m not going head-to-head with them! I’m going over to smash their windows and burst their motorcycle tires!" The team leader cursed.

"Boss, it might not be them. We don’t normally have any business conflicts with them. Could it be another team?" Someone tried to dissuade the boss from acting rashly and to avoid falling for someone else’s schemes.