Chapter 133: A Little Wool from America
Chapter 133: A Little Wool from America
Woo! Woo! Woo~
Gao Jing had just gotten into the taxi when he heard the sharp alarms and honking sounds from ahead.
Two fire trucks rushed by with loud sirens, heading straight for the direction of Old John’s Weapons Shop.
A police car with flashing red and blue lights followed behind it.
Gao Jing smiled slightly.
He wasn’t worried that the fire he had set before leaving would hurt innocent people, because this Hellcats Gang lair was deep underground and in a sealed space.
Even if the fire spread to the building above, the residents had plenty of time to get away.
Now that the fire brigade was there, it was even less of a problem.
Destroying the evidence was a must-do step.
Gao Jing wasn’t strong enough right now, so being careful was wise.
He patted the front seat and said to the driver, “Please take me to the Oriental Mandarin Hotel.”
The Hispanic taxi driver glanced at the rearview mirror in surprise.
He couldn’t understand why Gao Jing, who had just come from the Harlem District, was going to such a fancy five-star hotel.
But he didn’t ask questions and just drove Gao Jing to the place.
They arrived back at the hotel.
Ji Yu was sound asleep in bed.
Gao Jing didn’t disturb her. After taking a quick shower in the bathroom, he sat down at the desk.
He started counting all his loot.
Originally, that night, he had planned to spend money, taking a box of greenbacks to splash cash.
But instead of spending cash like greenbacks, he swung like a big knife and wiped out the gang’s hideout clean. He didn’t spend a single dollar; instead, he got back loads of weapons, cash, and gold.
On top of that, he was rewarded with some Power of Faith—it was a huge windfall!
Gao Jing didn’t take the items out of his Storage Space; he scanned them with his mind.
His soul connection with the Bronze Anchor had become super close.
It felt like part of his own body.
He still didn’t know all its secrets, but he used it as easily as moving his own arm!
After counting things roughly.
He found he had taken 37 guns of different kinds from the Hellcats lair, including shotguns, assault rifles, sniper rifles, and pistols.
There were also hundreds of boxes of matching bullets!
But those weapons weren’t the main stars.
The big deal was three Rocket Launchers and two crates of grenades!
Gao Jing searched online and found out that the Rocket Launchers were model M72LAW!
This Rocket Launcher was standard gear for the U.S. Military—it was light armor for troops, could shoot up to a thousand meters, and was good for hitting light tanks, bunkers, buildings, or small vehicles.
It was really strong.
It was also very light; after firing, you could throw away the tube, and it didn’t need much care daily.
If he hadn’t taken it himself,
there’s no way Gao Jing could imagine such weapons in gang members’ hands!
After all, America wasn’t a war-zone country.
He could only exclaim “Awesome!” in awe.
The grenades were model MK3A2, also U.S. Military standard equipment—the only fighting kind they used now!
All these weapons together were enough for a small-scale battle.
If the NYPD had gone there blindly, they would have been beaten badly.
Now Gao Jing finally got why the hooded guy didn’t search him when taking him to meet the boss.
They hadn’t done even a basic pat-down check.
They were ready to kill and sure they could take Gao Jing down.
They were far too cocky!
But their big-headedness meant they gave every single penny they’d saved to Gao Jing.
Apart from all sorts of weapons, Gao Jing counted 3.35 million US dollars in cash.
Plus 29 standard gold bricks, each weighing 1KG!
At the moment, gold prices were sky-high—in his home country, one KG sold for about 420,000 yuan, or $60,000 USD.
That put the 29 bars at $1.74 million USD.
The cash and gold from this cache added up to over $5 million USD!
Even though Gao Jing wasn’t short on money now,
this big pile of loot still gave him a happy surprise.
Subtracting all his spending on food, fun, and shopping from his trip to America, he’d still be left with plenty.
It was a little bit like grabbing some wool—a nice little extra.
After he finished counting, Gao Jing poured himself some champagne.
He toasted to celebrate.
Then, he opened his laptop and logged into Bilibili.
He hadn’t checked back since posting the first vlog for “Nine Apertures” on his “Gao Shan” account.
He’d even turned off feeling alerts for gaining Power of Faith,
planning to see the results later.
Tonight, he discovered by chance that wiping out evil also got him a huge reward of Power of Faith.
He couldn’t resist seeing how things stood now.
As of now,
in the inside space of the Bronze Anchor, the Faith Pool—as huge as a small pond—had filled past half with Power of Faith.
Slowly, it kept growing bit by bit.
In just a few days, his vlog on Bilibili had gotten over 10 million plays.
Likes broke 1.2 million, and donations were nearly 500,000!
The barrage comments and replies flooded in with praise:
“Up close to watch God Gao!”
“Nine Apertures is so cute!”
“Super cute.”
“OMG! I’m a fan!”
“Sending triple support for Nine Apertures!”
“Aahhh, UP please post more videos like this, I really want to see them.”
“So cute, I love it.”
“Feels like my soul is getting healed.”
“This is where my love story begins.”
“10 million assists!”
Looking at these bullet comments on the screen, along with the messages in the comment section.
Gao Jing couldn’t help but grin knowingly.
He hoped and was willing to make this world a better place.
And while giving his effort to achieve this, being able to get a little reward in return—that would be even better!
He closed the webpage.
Gao Jing also uploaded Nine Apertures’ videos to his Weibo and Kuaivin accounts separately.
This experiment was a huge success.
From now on, he would release new videos simultaneously everywhere, gathering faith to the greatest extent.
Gao Jing hadn’t forgotten to message Azure Coast Studio, urging them to finish the second Vlog as soon as possible.
Whether the Bronze Anchor could complete its third upgrade depended entirely on Nine Apertures’ charming power!
The next morning, Gao Jing and Ji Yu had breakfast in their room.
They prepared to leave New York City.
A brand-new BMW Series 5 Touring was already waiting at the hotel entrance.
Gao Jing had rented this car through the biggest car rental website in America, choosing the delivery service.
America is known as the nation on wheels.
While it wouldn’t be impossible to live here without a car,
it would be pretty close.
According to USA regulations,
as a foreign tourist in America, Gao Jing could drive using his passport during his visa’s validity period.
No extra paperwork or driving permits were needed.
So, for the rest of their journey, he and Ji Yu would travel as self-drive tourists.
After loading all their luggage into the huge trunk, Gao Jing got behind the wheel of this nearly new BMW Touring.
They headed for Arkansas, over a thousand miles away.
As the car left the bustling New York City far behind, Gao Jing opened the sunroof.
Wind immediately rushed through, tousling Senior Ji’s beautiful hair.
Ji Yu enjoyed the scenery along the interstate and said, “When I first came to America, I dreamed of renting a car and driving Route 95 from east to west.”
“Going to admire different landscapes, meet all kinds of people, and encounter interesting things.”
A hint of nostalgia and wistfulness colored her voice.
“And then?” Gao Jing asked.
“Then my mom threatened to hit me on the head with a frying pan.”
Senior Ji stuck out her tongue playfully. “She said she wanted to knock the foolish ideas out, so she wouldn’t one day see me end up on TV.”
Gao Jing burst out laughing.
Ji Yu laughed too. “Well, now my wish has come true!”
Chuckling, Gao Jing turned on the car radio.
He just caught a news report: “Around 8 pm last night, a basement fire broke out at 178 Seventh Street in the Harlem District. After fire crews extinguished it, eight bodies were removed from the scene.”
“A source revealed the victims were members of the Harlem District-based Hell Cats gang, including its leader, Marlowe Quick. The deaths are likely linked to gang vendetta.”
“Gang clashes in Harlem have intensified recently. NYC Councilor Dunn called for…”
Without changing expression, Gao Jing switched channels.
The BMW’s speakers immediately filled with soulful music: “How many roads must a man walk down, Before they call him a man…”
Listening to this song steeped in the world’s roughness, Gao Jing stepped on the gas, speeding towards the distant horizon.