Hunter was quite pleased with Old Parker's flattery.
He also knew that what Old Parker said was true.
Dominic and his crew's cars were all modified at Old Parker's Repair shop.
For every modification—take Dominic as an example—
his old-fashioned dodge charger only cost a few tens of thousands of us dollars back then.
But from what Hunter had gathered at the Repair shop during this time,
over the years, the modification costs Dominic had spent on that dodge charger had already exceeded two million us dollars!
In the Repair shop, Dominic had as many as four sets of configurations prepared just for his dodge charger.
There were those for increasing horsepower, those for enhancing overall performance, and various protective reinforcement modifications.
Dominic had even prepared military-standard towing equipment and such.
Not to mention various fake license plates and multi-colored paint jobs.
Obviously, some of these were prepared for Dominic to participate in underground racing competitions.
Others were for carrying out highway robberies.
Therefore, before every operation, he would perform a targeted modification.
And here at the Repair shop, every modification required hands to help.
Old Parker would participate personally and would also bring along a few old buddies.
The hush money they could get for each modification they participated in—
although Hunter didn't know the specific amount, judging from the few side jobs he had taken, it shouldn't be too little.
Well, that was only compared to ordinary workers.
Hunter was a transmigrator with a Proficiency System.
This small amount of money was not his ultimate pursuit, so he quickly changed the subject and asked Old Parker again.
"Parker, you still haven't said what the job is today!"
Old Parker, who was driving, didn't expect Hunter to be completely unmoved.
Seeing this, he was clearly choked up while in the middle of painting a grand vision.
It took him a while to recover, and he replied somewhat sullenly, "Modification, but it's a big job."
"The other party needs several cars modified, and the performance requirements are extremely high."
"Among my guys, only Vincent and you have the skills for it."
"But Vincent's wife is pregnant, he has some reservations and doesn't plan to take this job."
This was said very subtly, but Hunter understood.
He reckoned that this modification probably wasn't that simple.
It likely wasn't like the ones he had taken in the past, just helping to modify race cars for some underground competitions.
It was very possible that this time, the other party was like Dominic and his crew, planning to engage in some 'cost-free' business.
Hunter understood in his heart, but although he got the message, he didn't care.
For a transmigrator, he didn't care whether the US was in chaos or not.
Right now, he needed to get money quickly to level up his skills,
obtain more free attribute points, and increase the size of his private space.
...was Hunter's most urgent pursuit at the moment.
Old Parker drove him around for quite a while before they arrived at a bar.
Hunter glanced at the somewhat remote bar and wondered if such a secluded place would have any business.
After the two went inside, sure enough, even though it was already night, business in the bar wasn't great.
At a glance, there were only seven or eight people sitting in the bar drinking.
They sat together in groups of two or three.
However, the atmosphere was nice; everyone was just talking quietly among themselves, without disturbing each other.
Hunter just took a quick sweep of the bar; everyone was white, not even a single black guy.
But he had a gun in his private space, so he wasn't worried about any extreme racists being there.
In Los Angeles, while those kinds of people weren't as common as in places like Texas, they weren't exactly rare either.
Better safe than sorry!
"Boer, two whiskies on the rocks."
Old Parker was clearly a regular here; he sat down at the bar and ordered two whiskies.
The middle-aged white man, who was either the bartender or the owner, nodded to Old Parker.
His gaze lingered on Hunter for a moment, appearing somewhat scrutinizing.
Hunter thought the bartender looked a bit familiar, but he couldn't recall where he had seen him for the moment.
Seeing the bartender quickly look away and turn to get the drinks from the liquor cabinet behind him, he also withdrew his gaze.
Soon, two glasses of liquor were placed in front of Old Parker and Hunter.
Along with them came a folded note and a key.
Old Parker expertly took the key, looked at the note, and then lit it with a lighter, burning it.
Hunter was a bit curious about what was written on the paper.
However, Old Parker said nothing until they finished their drinks.
"Let's go!"
As soon as the two drinks were finished, Old Parker paid the bill.
Then he took Hunter and they left together.
California law also has regulations against drunk driving.
However, limited by police resources and the fact that many Americans have a habit of driving after drinking...
...they are rarely caught unless they are unlucky enough to run into a checkpoint or get into an accident.
Combined with a naturally casual and loose attitude, Americans who continue to drive after having a few drinks are everywhere.
It wasn't a good habit, but Hunter couldn't control others.
After another round of driving, they finally arrived at a warehouse.
Hunter got out of the car, and Old Parker parked casually.
"We're here!"
He used the key he had gotten in the bar to open the warehouse door.
Then he fumbled for the light switch, and Hunter saw three cars parked inside the nearly 300-square-meter warehouse.
One of them was a Buick GL8, a mid-to-large-size MPV.
Another was a Chevrolet Suburban, a large SUV often seen as an agent's car in movies.
Hunter had a real liking for this model; he loved large SUVs like this.
Whether in his previous life or this one, the Chevrolet Suburban was his top choice for a first car.
As for the last car, it was a Volkswagen Passat, which was considered one of the best-selling German models in the US.
Hunter's gaze only lingered briefly on the Volkswagen Passat before moving on.
After circling the three cars a few times...
Hunter looked at Old Parker and asked, "Parker, do all three cars need to be modified?"
"Yeah."
"How?"
Old Parker said, "I'm just bringing you here today to get familiar with the place."
"The client has quite a few requirements: powerful horsepower, thick armor for crashing, and absolutely no stalling or failing to start at critical moments!"
"I'll have all the specific modification parts delivered within the next three days."
"You won't have much time this time, and it's just you alone."
"So you don't need to go to the Repair shop for the next few days. I'm giving you a week for the modifications, and someone will come to inspect the work personally then."
Hunter thought to himself that this was indeed a dangerous modification job. Hearing these requirements, he had some guesses about the purpose of these vehicles.
"It's probably for smuggling, gang conflicts, or a quick getaway after a robbery."
But since it wasn't his business, he didn't care to say more.
He nodded and asked the question he cared about most: "What about my payment?"
"Fifteen thousand us dollar, five thousand per car."
This was indeed a lot, almost equivalent to half a year's salary for his predecessor.
Although Hunter knew Old Parker must be making much more.
But since he didn't have those connections and networks himself, he didn't hesitate much.
He agreed quite straightforwardly.