1 Chapter 1: If this damn thing doesn't send a car to pick up soon, don't even think about getting a single thing.

"Scar Dog."

Kerr Cowell squatted on the edge of the sidewalk, staring at a shop called 'Item Shop' in the hustle and bustle ahead, his eyes slightly narrowed as he whispered softly, "No problem, let's do it."

"Yeah."

Sitting next to him was Scar Dog, bony and thin, with a somewhat frail-looking body, squatting on a fire hydrant while wearing loose sportswear, casually tossing the nearly burnt-out cigarette in his mouth onto the ground.

He then jumped off the fire hydrant, stepped out the crimson flame of the cigarette butt, and replied, "Mr. Jacob, let's begin. Once we finish this job, we can rest for a few days."

"Okay."

Kerr Cowell nodded lightly, looking down at the high-tech wristwatch on his wrist.

'18: 00: 00'

It was exactly six o'clock, just the right time.

Then Kerr Cowell slowly stood up and, with a nonchalant demeanor, strode straight towards the 'Item Shop' on the opposite side of the street.

At the same time—

A heavy truck suddenly rushed out into the middle of the street without a driver, overturning many vehicles in its path before finally tipping over on the street itself.

Instantly, the scene became extremely chaotic and noisy.

Countless cries of anger and wails sounded, attracting the attention of everyone around, as well as the heavily-armed patrol drones that had been hovering above the airspace.

The moment had arrived.

Kerr Cowell's pace became faster and faster until he finally broke into a jog, charging directly towards the Item Shop. As he reached the storefront, he pulled a homemade hand cannon, with a barrel as thick as a small arm, from his arms, placed it on the forehead of the shop owner who had come to see what was happening, and pulled the trigger without any hesitation.

"Bang!"

Like an exploding cherry tomato, the shop owner's skull burst open into a living oil painting of gore.

As the staff members who had run out of the shop at the sound saw Kerr Cowell committing the murder, the words "Player Kerr Cowell" suddenly appeared above his head. They angrily and disgustingly pulled firearms from their arms, aimed at Kerr Cowell, and prepared to pull the trigger.

"Damn foreign parasite!"

"What are you calling your grandfather for?"

Scar Dog, who had already rushed in from the side, pulled out a terrifyingly large-caliber shotgun from his arms, aimed at two staff members in front of him, and fired first.

"Bang, bang, bang."

Under the three heavy gunshots,

the two staff members who hadn't even had time to pull the trigger fell to the ground, their bodies covered with bullet holes as they twitched unconsciously, blood continuing to flow outwards.

"Hurry up."

Kerr Cowell glanced around, seeing that everyone's attention was drawn to the heavy truck, with only a few people noticing the situation here. He stuffed the hand cannon into his arms without any hesitation and then directly dragged the two corpses into the shop.

Scar Dog also dragged a corpse into the shop.

The blood hadn't had time to be cleared up.

But it didn't matter; it was never expected to be completely hidden. They could only delay for those few minutes.

Once the two had dragged the corpses into the shop, Scar Dog hurriedly pulled down the shop's door, turned to look at the dazzling array of items on the shelves, couldn't help swallow his saliva, and muttered.

"Mr. Jacob, we're going to make a fortune this time."

"To the warehouse."

Without the slightest hesitation, Kerr Cowell directly grabbed the corpse of the shop owner with one hand, then strode toward the single room at the back of this store.

The items that could be displayed in the shop were all display samples. The real bulk goods were in the warehouse in the back. Of course, a small shop's warehouse couldn't store many items, but this was already enough to fill their appetite.

Soon.

The two saw an old-style anti-theft door with a fingerprint lock, not a pupil lock, so the information was accurate.

Kerr Cowell picked up the corpse of the shop owner and pressed their hand tightly onto the screen in front of them.

"Ding, successful unlocking."

As a clear sound rang out, Kerr Cowell casually threw away the corpse and hid behind the door, smashing it open with the butt of his gun. Seeing no anomalies, he pulled a small mirror out of his pocket and observed the warehouse's interior through the reflection.

However, upon seeing this, he froze in place.

The items displayed in this warehouse... seemed to exceed their expectations.

The sci-fi-looking turret seemed to be a self-controlled rotating turret from this world. It was impossible for such a powerful defensive weapon to appear in a small item shop.

They might have stepped on a nail this time.

And at this moment—

Scar Dog's slightly hurried voice came from outside, "Mr. Jacob, the surveillance records have been completely removed, but the security system in this shop is connected with the Law Enforcement Bureau of City 16. The alarm has already gone off."

"We are only a few blocks away from the Law Enforcement Bureau. We only have three minutes at most."

"Damn it!"

Kerr Cowell couldn't help but swear, as it was absolutely impossible for a normal item shop to have its security system connected with the Law Enforcement Bureau. They had clearly stepped on a nail this time.

He rolled up his sleeves, took out a large sack made of special material from his arms, and rushed in to put the items from the warehouse into the sack non-stop, while urgently saying, "Call Culver and tell him there's been a change in the plan. Have him send the car early to pick us up."

"Yes!"

Scar Dog called Culver while also taking out a sack from his pocket, prepared to rush into the warehouse. However, upon seeing the sci-fi turret, he suddenly froze in place, incredulously saying,

"Mr. Jacob, could this thing be the Self-controlled Rotating Turret of Steel Sword?"

"How could this kind of big-caliber stuff appear here?"

"How the hell should I know? Clearly, we stepped on a nail this time. There must be some big shot who placed a big order in this item shop, and all the goods are right here."

"Mr. Jacob."

Scar Dog secretly swallowed, greed flashing through his eyes, "I want to take this thing with me."

"How are you going to carry something this big?"

"Just say if you want to, Mr. Jacob."

"..."

"Shit!"

Kerr Cowell couldn't help but curse, "Birds die for food, and people die for money. You carry that thing, and I'll carry the rest."

"Got it."

Scar Dog's eyes flashed with excitement, and he ran straight over. He caressed the smooth metal lines on the top of the turret as if touching a lover, exclaiming, "An undamaged, perfect condition Self-controlled Rotating Turret of Steel Sword, this must be worth at least 500,000 Credit Points, right?!"

But at that moment—

The familiar raspy mechanical sounds of the Unmanned Aerial Vehicles (UAV) came from outside the shop.

"First warning, surrender now and put down your weapons, thieves."

"Second warning, surrender now and put down your weapons, thieves."

"Damn it!"

Kerr Cowell immediately stopped what he was doing, hoisted the half-filled sack onto his shoulder, took off the wristwatch from the corpse of the shop owner, and pulled out his homemade hand cannon, aiming at the tightly closed curtain of the shop.

Looking a bit anxious, he said, "Where's Culver?"

"That bastard had better send the car soon, or we won't get a single item."