Chapter 48 - 44: Abnormal Weight

Su Mo was currently watching KK’s first-person perspective through real-time footage, and he couldn’t help but admire him. These things are indeed best handled by a local.

As an INFJ gamer nerd, he hadn’t even been to KTV, let alone a nightclub.

If he had to enter a bar to scout, he certainly couldn’t do it so naturally. At that time, looking around nervously would easily raise suspicions.

...

In the bar, KK was swaying with the music while also discreetly observing his surroundings.

Before long, he looked towards the second-floor balcony and said in a deep voice, "Boss, it’s really noisy here, can you hear me?"

Su Mo: "I can hear you."

KK: "The guy with the buzz cut in the black suit on the second-floor balcony is the boss of the Eagle Claw Association, everyone calls him Reuben."

On the second-floor balcony, Reuben was lounging on a sofa near the railing, with two handsome young boys on either side of him. He was crossing his legs, smoking a premium cigar, looking every bit the local crime boss.

Su Mo: "Keep an eye on him."

KK wandered for over half an hour and encountered several groups of people, including but not limited to junkies selling drugs, older women looking for younger men, and men looking for contacts.

He managed to handle all of it with his excellent acting skills, saying the right thing to the right person.

A few minutes later, KK’s eyes fixed on something, and he said urgently, "Boss!"

Su Mo: "Yeah, I saw it."

On the second-floor balcony, a thug from the Eagle Claw Association approached Reuben, carrying a silver briefcase.

Reuben waved his hand, signaling the young boys around him to leave.

After they left, the thug placed the silver briefcase on the table in front of Reuben and said something to him.

But the bar was too noisy, and KK couldn’t hear a thing from such a distance.

KK pressed on, "Boss, take a look. Is that thing on the table what you’re looking for?"

The intel from Audiana was very detailed, even including the specific design of the case, so Su Mo remembered it clearly.

He said, "That’s it. When should I cut the power from my side?"

KK didn’t reply immediately but instead observed Reuben and his men carefully.

Stealing a case is not the same as stealing a wallet.

A wallet is small, and losing it isn’t immediately noticeable. By the time the owner realizes, a lot of time might have passed, making it difficult to recover.

A case is different.

When such a big case suddenly goes missing, people will surely block the bar immediately to search everywhere.

This would ruin Su Mo’s plan because he had said that no traces should be left, nor should the Eagle Claw Association be alerted.

To make the case disappear without a trace, the right opportunity must be found.

"Hold on, I need to observe the timing," KK said, continuing to sway with the music while keeping an eye on the balcony.

The thug was still conversing with Reuben, but the contents were unclear.

A few minutes later, the thug picked up the silver briefcase, approached a nearby door, took a swipe card from his pocket, and entered.

He soon came out again, without the case in hand.

KK: "He put the case in the room, now the goods and people are separated, it’s a good opportunity. But will there be anyone in the room..."

Su Mo: "Very unlikely. When he opened the door, the room was dark, and it was still dark when he came out. There’s either no one in there, or whoever is inside is asleep."

"I see the door has an electronic lock. I’ll cut the power to create darkness; you first steal the swipe card, then open the door to take the case. Afterward, return the swipe card to the guy’s pocket and quietly escape with the case."

KK was astonished: "Boss, why are you so experienced at this?"

Su Mo lightly coughed: "I used to be an expert thief until I took an arrow to the knee."

KK: "Alright... I’ll watch for the timing, you wait for my signal and be ready to cut the power."

...

On Su Mo’s end, he was standing by the power box in a small alley at the northeast corner of the bar, watching KK’s real-time footage through imaging glasses, waiting for the signal.

Reuben seemed quite relaxed, chatting and drinking with the thug. A waiter even brought them a roast chicken, which they devoured, their mouths gleaming with oil.

Su Mo was waiting when suddenly a call came from not far away: "Zdravstvuyte, comrade! What are you doing there?"

Su Mo reacted quickly, staying in place and awkwardly dancing: "Runbao baby, ah! Runbao baby, mm! Giao!"

"Suka Bulie, just another drunk fool." The other lifted a vodka bottle, downed it, and wobbled away.

Su Mo: "...."

About twenty minutes later, the opportunity finally arose.

In the bar’s second-floor balcony, the thug put down the chicken bones, wiped the grease from his hands with a wet wipe, stood up, and waved goodbye to Reuben, heading downstairs.

Just as the thug reached the first-floor dance floor, KK’s voice came through: "Cut the power."

Su Mo quickly pulled the lever.

...

Inside the Nightingale Bar.

Suddenly there was a "buzz" as the lights in the bar went out, plunging everything into darkness.

The crowd’s noise replaced the heavy metal music:

"Are you kidding?! I was just getting into the groove, and now you’ve cut the power?"

"What kind of garbage bar is this? I’m never coming back!"

"You owe us! F*** you, give us a refund!"

"Ah! Who’s touching me?!"

Amidst the commotion, KK switched his glasses to night vision mode, and with his small frame, swiftly wove through the crowd towards the confused thug at the stairway entrance.

As they brushed past each other, the swipe card was already in KK’s hand, the thug completely unaware.

In the darkness, some people had already taken out their phones to illuminate the place, flashlight beams crisscrossing everywhere.

The patrons complained, cursed, and shoved each other, accusing others of flashing lights in their eyes, escalating the chaos further.

This chaos provided perfect cover for KK. He crouched and dashed up to the second floor, swiftly unlocked the door, and slipped inside.

His guess was spot on. It was a small storeroom with no one inside, filled with unopened premium alcohol and goods, clearly looted from a convoy.

The silver briefcase Su Mo wanted was sitting on a shelf in the corner.

The briefcase wasn’t large, but it was heavy, weighing about ten pounds. KK hugged it close, covered it with his jacket, and left the room without hesitation.

Closing the door behind him, he quickly locked onto the thug’s position; the guy was still stuck in the dance floor, unable to leave.

KK once again passed by the thug, the swipe card silently returning to his pocket.

KK, with the case secured, moved towards the bar’s back exit and reported in a low voice: "Got it, see you at the meetup point."

KK left the bar and found Su Mo in a hidden spot they had previously agreed upon.

He handed the case over: "Job done!"

Su Mo took the case and immediately used a prepared portable scale to weigh it.

Suddenly, his eyes sharpened.

KK noticed Su Mo’s changed expression and asked, "Boss, what’s wrong?"

Su Mo quickly handed the case back to KK, "Quick, quick, return the case!"

KK: "Huh? We went through all this to steal it, why return it?"

Su Mo pushed him forward, "I’ll explain later, hurry! Put it back where you found it!"

KK was baffled, but without hesitation, he cradled the case and sprinted back towards the bar.

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