"No, wait!"
After a good while, Michael felt some strength return to his body.
He hurriedly picked up the note that had mysteriously appeared in his house and looked at it seriously again.
Michael, who had a bit of street smarts, soon realized something was fishy.
"Who stuffed this note into my house?"
"How would they know I have Stanfield's goods here?"
Michael did have some cleverness and noticed the oddity.
But the information he possessed was far too little.
After thinking with a grim expression for a while, Michael even suspected every friend and rival around him.
But he still couldn't figure out who had stuffed the note into his house.
However, it wasn't as if Michael had gained nothing at all.
Ever since Stanfield's subordinates had hidden the ten kilograms of drugs in his residence more than twenty days ago...
Michael, who was a drug addict himself, dealt with those ten kilograms of drugs every day.
In his heart, he had already uncontrollably developed the dangerous idea of pocketing a portion of those ten kilograms of drugs for himself.
You should know that what Stanfield stored at Michael's place were all top-grade drugs.
The price for one kilogram was around one hundred thousand us dollars.
Even if Michael only pocketed a tenth of it, the money he would get would be enough for him to live luxuriously for several years.
So since this idea popped up, Michael had been tormented by his own greed every day.
He wanted more money, but he also knew that Corrupt Police Officer Stanfield, who came from the Drug Enforcement Bureau, was rumored to have done plenty of double-crossing in the past and was a ruthless character.
Michael was worried that once Stanfield found his goods were missing...
He would come looking for trouble, or even kill him.
Over the past twenty-plus days, Michael had been hesitant because of this, never daring to put his greedy thoughts into action.
Now, the sudden appearance of the mysterious note...
Suddenly gave Michael some ideas.
Immediately, he supported himself against the wall and quickly stood up.
After stuffing the note into his pocket, Michael quickly opened the door.
With a speed that completely contradicted his obese physique, he quickly walked down the stairs and arrived outside the apartment.
Then he looked at the surrounding streets and walls, searching seriously.
Not long after, Michael's expression suddenly changed.
Sure enough, not far from the apartment, in an inconspicuous corner of a wall, he saw a surveillance camera pointed right at the entrance of the apartment he was renting.
Michael's expression became even uglier, but he still endured it and walked quickly to the area under the surveillance camera to inspect it.
After a short while, he confirmed there were no shops or businesses near that surveillance camera.
Furthermore, following the line of the surveillance camera...
Michael actually followed it all the way into his own apartment building, seeing the line enter a room on the fourth floor from a side wall.
In his heart, there was shock and fear, mixed with a hint of excitement.
"I haven't told anyone that Stanfield has goods with me."
"So, it must be that he was careless on his end and leaked the news, getting himself targeted."
"Although I don't know who is targeting him..."
"Or who stuffed the note for me!"
"But this might be an opportunity."
Countless thoughts flashed quickly through his mind.
The more Michael thought about it, the more feasible it seemed. So when he walked back into the apartment, went up the stairs to the sixth floor, and entered his home...
A plan to double-cross Stanfield and pocket that batch of goods had already formed in Michael's heart.
He immediately walked quickly to the bathroom door and kept pounding on it, urging Liv to finish her shower quickly.
A few minutes later, when Liv, wearing only a pair of panties and draped in a bath towel, pushed the door open in anger...
Michael grabbed her and shoved his eldest daughter out.
"Sorry, baby, Daddy really is in a rush to use the bathroom."
With that, the door slammed shut as he entered the bathroom.
Outside the door, Liv cursed rudely in annoyance.
Inside the bathroom, Michael skillfully walked over to the flush toilet.
He quickly opened the toilet tank and took out two flour-like packages protected by oil paper and waterproof bags.
Immediately after, he found the remaining three packages hidden in the corners of several cabinets.
These five packages of flour-like substances were high-grade narcotics that the Corrupt Police Officer Stanfield of the Drug Enforcement Bureau had hidden at Michael's place.
Each package weighed two kilograms; if they were all sold, they would be worth at least a million us dollars.
Looking at the five packages of white narcotics, greed began to surge in Michael's heart.
At this moment, his greed finally suppressed his fear of the Corrupt Police Officer Stanfield's notorious reputation.
"Mine, they're all mine!"
He rummaged through the bathroom and found a few trash bags.
Michael quickly stuffed all ten kilograms of the narcotics inside.
He planned to take them out later and find channels to sell them off piece by piece.
As for Stanfield, Michael had already thought of a countermeasure.
He planned to call Stanfield's subordinates later.
He would tell them that surveillance cameras had been installed at the apartment and that it seemed word had leaked out on their end.
Michael, who possessed some low-level cunning, had even planned it out in his mind.
Later today, while his family was out, he would mess up the house.
When the time came, he would pretend the house had been broken into.
Stanfield's shipment would have been stolen by the intruders.
This way, although Michael would inevitably be watched by Stanfield for a while,
and even though he suspected he might take a beating,
it wouldn't be his fault that the apartment was being watched.
Michael felt that the leak must have come from Stanfield's side.
Therefore, he would suffer a bit at most, and once he got through it, it would be time to enjoy the massive rewards.
At the thought of this, Michael could no longer contain himself.
He immediately began to get busy according to his plan.
A few hours later, in an office at the Los Angeles Narcotics Bureau.
Stanfield, who was leaning back in his office chair with his legs propped up on the desk listening to Beethoven's Fate, was forced to take off his headphones by the persistent ringing of the telephone.
The moment he picked up the phone with dissatisfaction and a hint of anger,
a message came from the other end that caused Stanfield's expression to change drastically.
"Stan, something happened on Michael's end."
"Someone is watching him. Not only did they install surveillance cameras at the apartment, but they also broke into his home and took the shipment."
In an instant, the veins on Corrupt Police Officer Stanfield's face bulged.
He was furious!
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