Harvest time

"Hello, what would you like?"

A blonde beauty stood inside the food truck and asked.

Lin Feng looked at the menu hanging on the truck. It was all in English, but with the pictures for reference, he could make out roughly what everything was. It was pretty much the same stuff as in a fast-food restaurant.

"Hey, beautiful, however many Hamburgers and hot dogs you have, I'll take them all. All the Coke, too. Don't bother making anything. Just give me all the condiments."

"Huh?"

The woman stared at Lin Feng, utterly baffled. This was the first time she had ever seen anyone shop like this.

"Hurry, I'm in a rush. Here's the money. This should be enough, right? Keep the change."

Lin Feng casually tossed out a handful of U.S. Dollars as he spoke. There looked to be over two thousand dollars there.

"Um, sir, are you serious?"

"Yes. Are you selling or not?"

"Yes! Of course! Where would you like me to put everything?"

The woman spoke in confusion.

Without another word, Lin Feng climbed into the food truck and took everything inside.

There wasn't actually that much. Lin Feng only took a box of partially prepared fried chicken, three tubs of oil, two boxes of bread, two boxes of frozen steaks, and three kinds of condiments: salad dressing, ketchup, and black pepper.

These supplies took up seven slots in Lin Feng's Leather Backpack. He deliberately left one slot free for other useful things.

The woman's mouth fell slightly open as she stared at Lin Feng's Leather Backpack.

"Shh! I'm actually an alien. Don't tell anyone."

Lin Feng placed a finger against the woman's lips and spoke softly, then casually took the few finished hot dogs on the table.

"Okay..."

The woman nodded blankly.

What does an alien want with my Hamburgers and fried chicken? Do they like eating them, too?

Soon, Lin Feng reached the Personal Watercraft, then tossed the keys to the other three.

Sure enough, just like his main teammates in the last bank robbery, there was one black man and two white men.

"Okay, don't tell me you took this long to come back just to buy a few hot dogs?"

The middle-aged man spread his hands as he asked.

"Uh-huh. Try one. They're pretty good."

Lin Feng handed out the hot dogs as he spoke.

"Hahaha, so is this our last meal, Michael?"

"Enough. None of that gloomy talk. Let's move once we're done eating. I've already prepared the weapons and Scuba Gear."

Michael took a bite of his hot dog as he spoke.

"Mmm, it really does taste good. Lin has good taste."

Before long, they rode their Personal Watercraft beneath a bridge. People generally didn't come here, and the weapons had been hidden here.

There were four Micro SMGs in total, five spare magazines for each gun, and four sets of Scuba Gear.

"All right, guys, let's go. Once we pull off this job, we can relax for a while again."

With that, Michael set off first.

Old Cui followed, then Lester Crest, with Lin Feng bringing up the rear.

The reason was that his driving skills were terrible.

After all, this was his first time riding a Personal Watercraft, and he could barely control it. Just getting it moving without capsizing was good enough.

Earlier, Michael had suggested that Lin Feng ride behind Lester Crest, but Lin Feng had rejected his suggestion.

After all, he would need to ride this thing to escape later. Wouldn't sitting behind someone else just make him their bullet shield?

Vroom!!

Lin Feng twisted the throttle hard, and the Personal Watercraft shot forward.

"Holy crap!"

Fortunately, Lin Feng was wearing nonslip gloves. Otherwise, that burst of acceleration might have thrown him straight off.

Once he got used to it, it was fairly easy to handle.

Lin Feng could more or less keep pace with the others.

Over twenty minutes later, a yacht came into view.

"That's the yacht up ahead. According to our information, there are twenty million illegally obtained dollars aboard, ready to be shipped out."

"Hide your guns. We'll approach quietly!"

The yacht wasn't moving. There seemed to be a party aboard, and the music was extremely loud.

Even the yacht's security guards weren't patrolling the sides. Perhaps they thought no one would be crazy enough to rob a heavily guarded yacht.

Soon, the four reached the side of the yacht and successfully climbed aboard.

"Listen, we're going to walk up pretending to be guests on the yacht. Everyone relax!"

As Michael spoke, he straightened his suit, then slowly walked up.

They had left their Scuba Gear on the Personal Watercraft. They had brought it along just in case.

If they couldn't escape on the Personal Watercraft, they would have another way out.

Soon, the four reached the deck.

There was indeed a party going on here. Several sexy women in bikinis were pole dancing right on the deck.

Around them stood a crowd of men holding bottles of alcohol and cheering.

"See that beauty sitting by the pool?"

"I really want to F***..."

As Old Cui spoke, he started making mortifying gestures.

But Michael quickly stopped him.

Then, following their leads, they split up to search for the dollars hidden in separate locations.

Naturally, Lin Feng wasn't going to obediently search. He went over to a table of cakes, picked up a plate of cream cake, and happily began eating.

"Mmm, this tastes really good."

The sweet flavor immediately made Lin Feng narrow his eyes in enjoyment.

It had been a long time since he had experienced the pleasure of eating sweets.

Only after eating two small cakes did Lin Feng go looking for the hidden U.S. Dollars.

The location Michael had given him was the storeroom on the second level. After reaching the second level, Lin Feng searched around before finally finding a place with a storeroom sign.

However, an armed security guard stood outside, and he didn't look easy to deal with.

Besides, Lin Feng couldn't give away his position, or this operation would probably fail.

Still, Lin Feng was quite confident in his fighting skills. If he launched a surprise attack, he should be able to kill the guard with one blow.

With that thought, Lin Feng walked over with a glass in his hand.

"Hello, could you tell me where the restroom is?"

The guard thought Lin Feng was a guest on the yacht, so he helpfully pointed out the way to the restroom.

Lin Feng thanked him and turned as if to leave, then suddenly turned back and smashed the glass against the guard's head, following up with an elbow strike to his temple.

The guard instantly lost consciousness. Lin Feng crouched and checked his breathing. Only after discovering he was dead did he nod in satisfaction, then drag the guard's body into the storeroom. He also tucked the guard's pistol straight into his waistband.

"Fuck, this storeroom is huge. Where am I supposed to look?"

Lin Feng spoke, utterly speechless.

At the same time, he started eyeing the things in the storeroom.

With all this good stuff, who the hell still wants Hamburgers?

With that thought, Lin Feng emptied his Leather Backpack on the spot.

He hadn't expected to stumble upon such a windfall, either.

Everything eaten, drunk, and used on the entire yacht came from this storeroom. It was easy to imagine just how well stocked it was.