Over at the police operations center,
the dispatcher clearly didn't believe Leon.
Her tone turned stern:
"Sir, filing a false police report is a criminal offense.
In the U.S., making a false report can lead to prosecution.
Under California penal code, a false 911 call can mean up to one year in jail
and a $1,000 fine.
That's the lightest sentence.
More serious cases can lead to two or three years.
For example, a man in Colorado in 2009—
he got drunk, called 911, and claimed a plane had crashed.
He was arrested for filing a false report and fined $30,000.
Even if the caller is a minor,
their parents must pay all emergency-response costs,
usually around $10,000.
The consequences are very serious."
Leon of course already knew all this.
"Alright, I get it. Just send two people to collect the evidence.
If you don't come soon, the body will get cold."
He was calm to the extreme.
Leon had evidence—
his home had surveillance running nonstop.
From the moment Guo Da stepped inside,
everything was captured.
Normally, any assassin would cut the power before entering.
But Guo Da searched around and couldn't find the main breaker at all.
Maybe it was hidden, so he forced his way in.
He didn't know Leon's place was on independent power supply.
Even if the entire area lost electricity,
Leon's property would stay fully lit.
Everything given by the system ran on centralized independent power—
no municipal power needed,
saving tons on electricity bills.
So Guo Da failing to find the breaker was normal.
The huge explosion noise now attracted more and more people.
Shaw, Hattie, Tobey, and the others came over.
Seeing Guo Da lying dead on the ground,
they exchanged stunned looks.
None of them expected that the moment they got back to the country,
Guo Da was already rushing over.
And instead of going after Dominic,
he came after them?
"Yo, sh*t… Shaw, your long-lost brother really has great timing."
Tobey joked.
"Get lost." Shaw shot him a glare.
But he couldn't deny it—
he and Guo Da looked way too similar.
If they wore the same clothes,
they'd almost be indistinguishable.
Ever since returning, Shaw had been relentlessly teased—
everyone saying Guo Da was his biological brother.
It annoyed him to no end.
Even Hattie was covering her mouth, giggling.
"Elena" (Elena) looked at Leon with concern.
"Leon, how did you spot him?"
"This idiot broke in without cutting the power.
Every light came on.
Hard not to notice."
Leon laughed.
The system's lighting was amazing—
as soon as someone entered,
the motion sensors lit the entire place.
To turn them off, you had to either leave the hallways/common areas
or shut off the wiring—
but everything here was concealed wiring.
Trying to cut it without making noise?
Impossible.
Poor Guo Da—
first night stepping into the wrong nest,
and he got blown straight to hell.
The explosion was loud enough to wake the whole neighborhood.
The town was small; everyone heard it.
People gathered at Leon's doorway,
pointing and whispering with shock and curiosity.
They waited for Sheriff Hudson to arrive.
Sheriff Hudson was already 67 but hadn't retired—
in the U.S., police don't have a fixed retirement age.
If you pass the physical, you keep working.
Small-town life was easy:
coffee, newspaper, a patrol drive,
day done.
But tonight, when he heard the blast,
he knew something was wrong.
Overtime tonight, for sure.
Sure enough—
just as he finished dressing,
the dispatch center called.
A house break-in.
Grenade thrown.
They sent the address.
Hudson checked the address and froze.
It was the new auto service center.
He remembered it vividly.
It appeared suddenly, with no announcement.
Owner was an Asian guy he didn't recognize.
Opened for one or two days—
then shut down for a month.
Totally unpredictable.
From a rundown wooden shack
to a high-end professional service center
overnight—
no noise, no construction sounds.
When the sun rose, the place had mysteriously transformed.
Residents were spooked.
Everyone in town called it the strangest place around.
Open for two days, then closed again.
And each time Leon returned,
he had a couple more supercars worth millions.
People had never seen something so bizarre.
And now tonight, this was where the incident happened.
Hudson suspected they might be some kind of crime syndicate.
Tonight he'd finally check.
He holstered his gun, loaded to the brim,
and drove out.
The town was tiny—
only two or three streets.
Still kept an old Western aesthetic.
It didn't take long before he reached Leon's gate.
A crowd had gathered.
Hudson could see it in their faces—
confusion, shock, fear, curiosity.
A whole stew of human emotions.
The only calm person was the young Asian man
standing in front of the door.
His sides faded short, hair styled upward,
sharp and powerful, full of wildness.
Even without speaking,
he radiated pressure.
Leon.
Hudson recognized him instantly.
A presence like that—
impossible to miss.
No wonder he was the legendary "Car God."
His aura alone demanded respect.
To face a murder scene with such calm—
Hudson hadn't seen talent like this in decades.
Shame he wasn't white, he thought subconsciously.
"Sheriff's here!"
"Old Sheriff, check inside!"
"You'll figure out what happened!"
The crowd parted.
Hudson stepped in and froze—
A burnt corpse.
Shrapnel.
And not just any grenade—
the latest stackable SOHG model.
Holy hell.
A big-league weapon.
Hudson was stunned.
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