Chapter 512: If You’re Lucky, You Might Even Pick Up Some Cash!

The sudden commotion piqued the curiosity of nearby passersby. Some who enjoyed a bit of excitement immediately joined the crowd. And the more they followed, the bigger that crowd grew, rapidly snowballing into a massive procession.

“Deploy a team to seal off all entrances to Building 3. Station ten of our people at the base. Block off the stairwell completely. Don’t let anyone in!”

Matyev stared urgently at the large screen in front of him.

They’d been searching all morning. Aside from the Zhilihui team spotting a fugitive, no one else had found anything suspicious.

The fugitives this season were just too smart, too slippery. Each one had sky-high intelligence, easily outmatching their captains.

All the program inspectors really had going for them was numbers and some high-tech tools. So the moment one fugitive was spotted, they’d drop everything to focus on the catch.

“Copy that, Captain. Deployment in progress!”

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Inside the Qiqiha team’s observation room—

“The Police Family’s Matyev will stick to his usual deployment playbook. What we need to do now is get inside Building 3 before they lock it down,” said Captain Penglai.

“Then let’s stir up some chaos,” said Captain Luv, immediately following up. “Anything will do. If we can trigger conflict between locals and inspectors, we’ll have a perfect opening to blend in.”

Penglai nodded. “Have the team spread a rumor, say there’s a rich guy in Building 3 about to throw money around. Absurd or not, stuff like that happens on the island.”

“It might even attract some fugitives,” he added with a squint. “They’ve probably burned through most of their cash by now.”

“You always think of everything. I’ll handle it right away,” Captain Luv pressed his walkie-talkie, eyes glinting with sharp intent.

The gleam didn’t escape Penglai, who gave an approving nod.

As captains of the Qiqiha team, their squads were formidable. Both Penglai and Luv were successful entrepreneurs back home. So when it came to strategy, they always played the long game.

Their team members were all employees from their own companies.

Years of collaboration made their coordination fluid and instinctive.

The entire street exploded into chaos less than a minute after the order was given.

“Haha! Thank the heavens, my dream is finally coming true again!”

“No way, it was real last year?!”

“I missed it back then, but this time… no chance I’m letting it slip by!”

“Oh my God, thank goodness I got off work early today!”

“Isn’t that the complex we live in? Let’s go home! There’s a rich guy about to bless us!”

The moment people heard that someone in the residential district was about to do a good deed, they dropped everything. No more meals, no more window shopping. They hoisted their pants and bolted toward the neighborhood.

Why did they believe something so ridiculous?

Because one year ago, something very similar happened.

A wealthy man had a dream. In it, God told him: You’ve done many wrongs. Now it’s time to make amends.

How?

By giving away his entire fortune.

Just like ancient nobles opening city granaries to feed the poor.

When he woke up, the man stood on his balcony, opened his safe, and took out wads of cash. Then he started throwing it out. Cash rained down, right onto the street.

A frenzied crowd formed immediately, grabbing bills left and right. That single event boosted the island’s happiness index through the roof.

Strangely, the man was ecstatic afterward. He was giddy and euphoric, so much so that his heart began to ache sharply, suddenly.

He was rushed to the hospital, where doctors discovered the early stages of a heart attack. If not for that episode, he would never have found out about his condition. Early intervention saved his life. Left untreated for another year or two, and he might’ve just dropped dead.

After that, the man became addicted to giving.

Over the past year, he would spontaneously throw money in the streets without warning.

But during his most recent giveaway, the chaos turned dangerous, leading to trampling and other injuries. To prevent further accidents, he shifted focus to helping the homeless. And thanks to him, the island now had the lowest homeless population in the world.

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“Boss, what’s going on up ahead?”

Xiao Gang and Wang Yun were walking when they suddenly noticed the crowd growing restless.

“Brother, what’s happening?”

Wang Yun grabbed a nearby young man, smiling as he asked.

The young man, cheerful and eager to be part of the action, replied, “Another angel’s come to help us! You must be tourists, huh? Today’s your lucky day, you might even pick up a hundred or two!”

With that, he took off running toward the commotion.

“Did I hear that right? A hundred or two? Picking up money? Angels?” Xiao Gang turned to Wang Yun, utterly baffled. “What the hell is going on?”

Wang Yun frowned as well.

“Doesn’t matter if it’s true or not. Wherever there’s a crowd, there’ll be program inspectors. Let’s go take a look.”