4: Chapter 4: A Frenzied Harvest of Black Money! The entire American underworld has been plundered!

Los Santos, a dirty, messy alley in Queens.

Inside a usury company that ostensibly operated under a "Pawn Shop" sign but was actually owned by the local largest gang, Blood Skull, smoke billowed.

Marcus, the loan shark boss with a polished bald head and a body covered in tattoos, sat behind bulletproof glass with his legs crossed.

He was toying with a modified Glock pistol in his hand.

He looked at the two burly white men standing outside the counter with a contemptuous gaze.

"Each of you borrows twenty thousand dollars in cash, with a weekly interest rate of thirty percent. You must repay the principal and interest in four weeks. If you have no collateral, use your kidneys and corneas as a guarantee."

Marcus exhaled a puff of cigar smoke and threatened viciously: "Did you hear me? Once you sign here and take the money, even if you flee to hell, we at Blood Skull will drag you back and crush your bones inch by inch!"

Facing this death threat, which would have made an ordinary person's legs go weak, the two fierce bandits outside the counter didn't even blink.

They were like emotionless robots.

They directly picked up the pens on the table, signed their names, and pressed their fingerprints.

"Very good! I like straightforward people like you."

Marcus laughed loudly and threw two stacks of green bills, emitting the scent of ink, out of the window.

Just a moment ago, his hacker had already used dark web channels to thoroughly investigate the social security numbers and driver's license information of these two men.

The result shocked him!

These two guys, who looked like reckless youths, actually had a perfect credit record!

No criminal record, no bankruptcy record.

They were simply higher-quality customers than a virgin!

"Take the money and go enjoy yourselves; marijuana, women, strong liquor—Los Santos has everything."

"Remember, come back to pay in four weeks, otherwise I will personally visit your residence."

Marcus smiled, revealing his gold teeth.

The two fierce bandits picked up the money.

They turned and left the pawn shop without saying a word.

Watching their departing backs, a black underling beside him leaned in and said with a flattering smile:

"Boss, it's really hellish today. Why have so many high-quality fat sheep with perfect credit records suddenly appeared? This is already the fiftieth batch to come borrow money this morning!"

"Who cares! These idiots must be unable to resist the debauchery of Los Santos and want to borrow money to win back their losses at the casino. I've seen plenty of these people; in the end, they all become Blood Skull's money-making machines!"

Marcus took a deep drag of his cigar and looked triumphantly at the table full of loan contracts:

"Hurry up and call headquarters, tell them to send over another five million in cash!"

"Today, I'm going to fleece these fat sheep completely!"

"When we collect the debts next month, our performance will definitely earn us the boss's top reward!"

What Marcus didn't know was...

At this moment, it wasn't just his loan company.

The entire Los Santos, and even New York, Chicago, Houston...

In the fifty states and hundreds of cities of the USA.

All the gang-run underground banks and casino loan companies, large and small.

All ushered in their most "prosperous" day in history!

One hundred thousand fierce bandits paired up, forming fifty thousand teams.

Like a swarm of tireless locusts.

They flooded into these underground banks madly.

They provided the most perfect identification.

They signed the most vicious usury contracts.

Then they left with bundles of cash!

It wasn't just the offline gang banks.

In the virtual online network.

A more secretive and crazy plundering was happening simultaneously.

The verification systems of hundreds of "payday loan" platforms across the USA were running at overload.

This type of unsecured online loan, set up to squeeze the lower classes dry, usually only required an SSN and facial recognition to instantly disburse funds, relying on extremely high interest rates.

And under the cover of the system's identity credentials.

The data of the one hundred thousand fierce bandits was flawless in the federal database.

"Verification passed! Disbursing 5000 dollars!"

"Verification passed! Disbursing 8000 dollars!"

"Verification passed! Disbursing 10000 dollars!"

Without any obstacles, without any suspicion.

These Wall Street capitalists and underground gang bosses, who thought they were incredibly shrewd and lived by sucking the blood of the poor, had no idea.

They were facing such a terrifying cross-dimensional dimensionality reduction strike!

They happily released huge amounts of funds, thinking they had caught a big fish.

Little did they know, every single bill they released was equivalent to being thrown into the Pacific Ocean, and it would be impossible to ever recover a single cent!

Downtown Los Santos. Hilton Hotel presidential suite.

Chu Feng held a glass of expensive whiskey with ice in his hand.

And on his retina, the system's translucent light screen was refreshing crazily.

The jumping data was ten thousand times crazier than the stock market at the Wall Street Stock Exchange!

[Ding! Your subordinate fierce bandit successfully borrowed twenty thousand dollars of black money, converted into 2 Wealth Points!]

[Ding! Your subordinate fierce bandit successfully obtained an online loan of eight thousand dollars, converted into 0.8 Wealth Points!]

[Ding! Your subordinate fierce bandit successfully borrowed fifty thousand dollars from an underground casino, converted into 5 Wealth Points!]

Because what they brought back this time was pure, hard cash, and it didn't need to lose value like looting supplies.

Following the ratio of ten thousand dollars equals one Wealth Point.

The most direct and violent conversion was taking place!

Chu Feng watched the Wealth Points balance on the panel, which was skyrocketing as if it had boarded a rocket!

850! 1500! 9800! 35000! 128000!

In less than half a day, the total amount of Wealth Points had directly broken through the three hundred thousand mark, and this number was still jumping and climbing at a terrifying speed.

Three hundred thousand Wealth Points!

That was a full three billion dollars in hard cash!

"Hehe... These black-hearted capitalists and gangs in the USA are truly generous."

Chu Feng tilted his head back and downed the whiskey in his glass in one gulp.

This is the real zero-dollar shopping!

What kind of skill is robbing a supermarket for bread and water?

If you want to rob, you should directly exploit the greed of these capitalists, uproot the principal they use for lending, and fleece them completely!

In a few weeks, when these gangs and online loan platforms start violent debt collection, the entire USA will definitely trigger an unprecedented financial tsunami!

By then, those furious mafia members who go door-to-door with guns to collect debts will discover that what they are facing is a full one hundred thousand fanatical, armed-to-the-teeth, and absolutely fearless fierce bandits.

Just thinking about that scene makes Chu Feng's blood boil!

"Click." The frosted glass door of the bathroom was pushed open.

A wave of heat mixed with the fragrance of high-end body wash rushed towards him.

Alice had just finished showering, her blonde hair damply draped over her snow-white fragrant shoulders.

She was wrapped only in a white bath towel, with large areas of skin as tender as suet jade exposed to the air.

"Master, I've washed clean..."

Alice, with her snow-white bare feet, stepped on the soft wool carpet and gently rested her chin on Chu Feng's strong, powerful thighs.

After being modified by the gene evolution serum, the deadly attraction emanating from Chu Feng made this foreign beauty completely fall for him.

Chu Feng lowered his head, his fingers wantonly running through Alice's damp blonde hair.

"Go change into some clothes, pick the best-looking one."

Chu Feng stood up, looking down to admire the girl's prominent, full curves.

"Are we going out, Master?"

Alice blinked her eyes.

"In this money-worshipping country, having money and not spending it is a crime."

A sharp light flashed in Chu Feng's eyes.

He casually opened the system panel, used the system's reverse exchange function, consumed 10 Wealth Points to convert them into one hundred thousand dollars of legal cash, and quietly transferred it into a Swiss Bank black card.

"I'm taking you to Rodeo Drive to experience what real capitalism is."

Chu Feng picked up a black trench coat from the side and put it on, radiating an unignorable aura of a madman!