Chapter 67

In a business like this, there's almost a deal every few days, and Old Cat has become accustomed to it. A businessman's reputation is built on trust. Nowadays, Old Cat has expanded his business according to Li She's requirements, not only handling hitman jobs but also helping Three Hands and Four-legged Snake sell some weapons.

Old Cat put down the newspaper and walked to the back room of the bar. He sent a text message to Three Hands on his phone. "Seven green bananas, seven black sugarcane, twenty pineapples, twenty mangoes, twenty kilograms of corn, ten kilograms of flour! Pick up the goods tomorrow night."

This strange text message was a code agreed upon by Old Cat, Three Hands, and Four-legged Snake. Bananas represented pistols, sugarcane represented rifles, pineapples and mangoes represented grenades and flashbangs, one kilogram of corn represented one hundred bullets, and flour represented TNT.

In the underground factory of Three Hands and Four-legged Snake, machines roared as various gun parts were produced on the assembly line. Due to increased sales, they recruited many Chinese illegal immigrants to help with production.

Three Hands' phone rang with a child's voice saying "Wealth is here." Three Hands opened his phone and shouted to the busy workers outside, "We have a customer! Seven Colts, seven MP-5s, two thousand bullets, twenty flashbangs, twenty grenades, ten kilograms of TNT. Pack them up!"

Following Three Hands' order, over twenty workers quickly assembled the various gun parts, tested the triggers, and once they confirmed there were no issues, they hid the guns in prepared stuffed animals. Each stuffed animal, taller than a person, contained two MP-5s. The TNT was divided into 500-gram packages and wrapped inside the stuffed animals. After packing, the person responsible for delivery drove a van with the toy company's logo to Old Cat's bar overnight.

After sending the text message, Old Cat called a black bartender and asked, "Have you figured out where that guy is staying?"

"I've figured it out, Boss Cat. Those guys from Texas are staying at Willie's Hotel. They're driving a minivan, and they look like a family on a vacation!" the bartender said.

"Vacation? Hell, it's a family operation. With so many weapons, they could rob a bank! Cole, deliver the goods the day after tomorrow!" Old Cat said.

"Got it, Boss Cat!" the bartender Cole replied.

Old Cat took out a thousand dollars from the three thousand dollars deposit he had just received and handed it to Cole, "Be careful on the way!" Old Cat advised.

Cole took the money and smiled, "Don't worry, Boss Cat!"

Cole was originally a small-time thug from the West Coast. He got into trouble with a local gang and was beaten half to death. Later, he was saved by Old Cat, and since then, he has been following Old Cat, working as a bartender in the bar and helping with deliveries and reconnaissance.

After instructing Cole, Old Cat's phone rang again. He looked at the number and answered, "Hello, is the job done?"

"It's done, the photos are sent to you!" the person on the other end replied.

"No problem, I'll transfer the money to the usual place after I confirm," Old Cat said in a low voice.

After hanging up, Old Cat got up and walked to the front desk. At that moment, a courier came in, and Old Cat signed for a package. He tore open the envelope, and several photos fell out. The photos showed a white man with a bullet in his forehead, with fresh red blood and white brain matter splattered on the ground. Old Cat compared the photos with the target's photo on his computer and then sent the photos to the client.

In a high-end Lincoln limousine, a white man received the email. The middle-aged man, holding a cigar, looked at the photos with satisfaction and said, "Hmph! Shit, daring to oppose me! This is the outcome!" He then told his secretary, "Transfer the money to that Old Cat's account! This guy did a good job."

The secretary, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, replied, "Got it, boss."

At this time, the 'Normal Affairs Section' of 'D Zone' had also cracked Old Cat's text message.

"Knock, knock, knock," the intelligence officer monitoring Old Cat lightly knocked on the door of Old Cat's office.

"Come in!" a low voice came from inside the office.

Two women pushed the door open and placed a file on Decker's desk, saying loudly, "Sir, this is the file we just cracked. The suspect Old Cat may be involved in arms trafficking."

Decker took the file and glanced at it. The file contained the content of the text message Old Cat sent to Three Hands. Decker muttered, "Bananas, sugarcane, pineapples, mangoes, do you know what these fruits represent?"

"According to our intelligence analysis, bananas may represent pistols, sugarcane may represent rifles, and pineapples and mangoes may represent grenades," the female intelligence officer said.

Decker nodded and asked, "Have you found out who this text message was sent to?"

"Um, not yet. The recipient's phone is encrypted, and we haven't found out yet."

"Keep a close watch. We must figure out where Old Cat gets those 3D-printed weapons from!" Decker ordered.

As night fell over the West Coast, the bustling city was transformed into a colorful scene. On the streets, young women in sexy outfits walked around, and the neon lights in front of Old Cat's bar lit up, casting a cartoon image of a cat catching a mouse.

At night, Old Cat's bar was the busiest. The beer girls were dressed as cartoon cats or mice, serving beer on trays.

Following Li She's arrangement, Old Cat began to expand into hitman services, helping wealthy people solve their problems. The photo from today was of a journalist who dared to oppose a wealthy person. Of course, the journalist had some malicious intentions, using photos of the rich man with a minor to extort money. A very cliché plot, and then one of the rich man's 'friends' mentioned the 'Cat and Mouse' bar, saying it could solve such 'troubles' for a price. The rich man then sent someone to the 'Cat and Mouse' bar, leaving several thousand dollars and a photo of the target.

At this moment, Old Cat changed into a well-fitted Armani suit, disguised as a white man in his sixties, and sat in a high-end private club, chatting with some successful people.

"Oh, Johnson, my friend! Ha ha, I really owe you one for this trouble."

The disguised Old Cat turned around and smiled gentlemanly, "It's a British gentleman's duty to help friends with their troubles. Isn't that right, my friend Cadon?"

"Of course, Johnson. We are friends!" the man called Cadon laughed loudly.

This Cadon was the man in the Lincoln car, the one who issued the task.

With his superb disguise skills and the hacking skills of Three Hands and Four-legged Snake, Old Cat registered a fake environmental protection company in the Virgin Islands and quickly infiltrated the American upper class with the identity of a wealthy British man. At first, he won the hearts of these rich people with his witty conversation and generous gambling. Gradually, these rich people would occasionally complain during their gambling sessions, and Old Cat, as Johnson, would casually mention that a friend of his had a problem and found the 'Cat and Mouse' bar on the West Coast, which solved all the troubles.

These offhand remarks naturally stuck in the minds of those troubled people. After helping these rich people solve their problems a few times, the 'Cat and Mouse' bar became well-known in the circles of the wealthy.

"Johnson, to thank you for helping me get rid of my troubles, all the expenses tonight are on me!" Cadon said cheerfully.

"Ha ha, thank you for your kindness, but it's what friends do!" Johnson smiled.

The witty and humorous Johnson became a regular in the circles of the wealthy on the West Coast, smoking high-end Cuban cigars and sipping red wine, occasionally telling dirty jokes.

After a night of revelry, Johnson drove his Aston Martin back to his high-end apartment. As soon as he opened the door, his phone rang. Cole's voice came from the other end, "Boss Cat, I'll go pick up the fruits tonight."

"Alright, you can deliver them to that guy tomorrow. Be careful on the way!" Old Cat advised.

"Got it, Boss Cat." Cole hung up.

The high-end apartment was luxuriously decorated with a large crystal chandelier, a white piano, a fireplace, and paintings. Old Cat pulled the curtains, carefully removed the human skin mask from his face, revealing his Asian features. He walked to the bedroom, opened the wardrobe, and revealed a hidden door with a fingerprint recognition system. He placed his hand on it, and the dim light scanned it. With a 'beep,' the hidden door opened.

Old Cat stepped inside. The hidden room was about ten square meters, with walls lined with temperature and humidity-controlled glass cabinets, each containing human skin masks of different races. Old Cat turned on his computer and, as usual, contacted his subordinates, Little Soldier, Three Hands, and Four-legged Snake.

"Little Three, you're pretty fast! Already shipped?" Old Cat typed in the chat room.

Soon, Three Hands came online and typed, "Of course! When will you transfer the money?"

"Tomorrow! The boss and the two madams haven't been back for over a month, no news at all," Old Cat typed.

"Right, I don't know where the boss is. After the last mission with the boss, our mercenary group's business has never stopped," Little Soldier typed.

"Indeed, I don't know where the boss has gone, even the two madams are nowhere to be seen. Brother Soldier, you've seen the boss's skills. How powerful is the boss?" Four-legged Snake typed.

"Ah!! To put it simply, I don't even have the courage to draw my gun in front of him," Little Soldier replied.

"By the way, Boss Cat, it seems we're being watched. When you sent me the text message for the goods, someone was tracking it," Four-legged Snake typed.

"Right, I have that feeling too. Lately, it seems someone has been窥探着酒吧外面的东西。" Old Cat replied.

"我也是，虽然没有抓到，但感觉有人在监视我们。" Little Soldier typed.

Being the oldest, Old Cat finally said, "Everyone be careful for the next few days. Wait for the boss to return. I have a feeling this time the opponent is not simple."

"Right! The boss has disappeared几个月了，这段时间我们先安分点。" Three Hands typed.

"大家小心点！" Little Soldier also typed.

The four of them every few days都会互相通气，几人在不同的领域，信息共享后，自然可以得到更多有用的东西。在刀尖上摸爬滚打了这么多年，敏锐的第六感和谨慎的性格是他们活下来的依靠，这种感觉很奇妙，四人都感觉到似乎有什么组织或者对手在窥探着他们。

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(Note: The last part of the text is a bit repetitive and contains some incomplete sentences. I have translated it as accurately as possible, but it may need some context or editing for clarity.)

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In the last part, the text is a bit repetitive and contains some incomplete sentences. Here is a more coherent translation:

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The four of them would communicate every few days. Each of them worked in different fields, and sharing information naturally provided more useful insights. After years of living on the edge, their keen sixth sense and cautious nature were what kept them alive. This feeling was quite peculiar; all four of them sensed that some organization or opponent was watching them.

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I hope this helps! If you need any further adjustments, feel free to let me know.