Stealing 500 Million

It was already past five in the afternoon.

In a parking lot somewhere in Queens, a large SUV pulled in. The door opened, and the old Black man stepped out. After looking around, he pressed his remote key and headed for the elevators, leaving the parking lot.

Tonight, he wanted to witness The Four Horsemen's so-called miracle performance with his own eyes.

Just as the old man's elevator descended, a figure slowly sat up in the driver's seat of a truck parked nearby. Any magic fan who saw him would have cried out in shock, because he was Jack the Thief, one of The Four Horsemen who had been declared dead.

The truck started and slowly pulled up beside the old Black man's SUV. Jack made quick work of opening the car. It was no challenge for him at all.

He opened the truck's cargo door to reveal bundles upon bundles of cash. Jack began tossing the money into the old Black man's car like garbage. This was hundreds of millions in cash, and by the end, the spacious SUV was stuffed to the brim.

By then, it was already past six in the evening. The sky outside was gradually darkening, and The Four Horsemen's show was about to begin.

Jack shut the car door, drove the truck away, and left the parking lot.

Everything seemed flawless, but he had no idea that a pair of eyes had been watching from the shadows. As the sound of tires grinding against the pavement grew more distant, the rear door of another car in the parking lot opened, and a handsome man in a fine suit stepped out.

Jiang Hao opened the old Black man's car door, moving even faster than Jack the Thief. The car was truly unlucky tonight. It had