Roman was in a daze.
"Are... are you sure you're not kidding?" After a long pause, Roman finally reacted and quickly asked, "He can really beat Toretto? Maybe Toretto was letting him win just like he let you?"
O'Conner's face went dark: "..."
Although I know Toretto probably let me win before, do you have to bring it up every single time?!
"He's right, Morin's skills are indeed better than mine," Toretto chimed in gloatingly from the side. "Roman, good luck. I believe in you."
"Oh, no!" Roman, having received confirmation from Toretto himself, covered his face in despair. "Who can go back and slap me from ten minutes ago?"
On Morin's side, after hanging up the phone, he smiled and pulled out his laptop.
What he was about to do was both simple and difficult. Hacking wasn't a universal solution, and Morin was completely self-taught.
Although his learning ability and speed had allowed him to master a lot, to completely control a city's traffic lights... he needed a little internal support, such as a USB drive plugged into the traffic control center's internal computer, directly connected to the server, and loaded with a special Trojan program he had prepared for this purpose.
Fortunately, this was also a simple matter for him.
"Did you bribe them?" Morin waved a subordinate over and asked.
"Yes, and we also made a small threat," the subordinate replied. "To prevent this person from doing anything bad."
"Very good," Morin nodded. He then unplugged the USB drive with the Trojan program he had edited from his laptop and handed it to his subordinate. "Have him plug it in, give him the money he's owed, and he doesn't need to do anything else."
"Yes."
...
"Are you ready?" Morin asked into his earpiece.
"Ready."
"No problem."
"Yep."
...After everyone had confirmed, Morin nodded. "I'll be in charge of real-time route adjustments and traffic light control. If there are any special circumstances, you can improvise."
After everyone confirmed again...
"Go!"
Because Morin was directly involved, Toretto's crew wasn't exposed by things like buying supplies. In fact, Morin's subordinates had moved them to a more secluded location.
So, there was no Hobbs and Toretto 1v1 man showdown at the abandoned factory to discuss philo-sophy.
Hobbs was still resting in his base, waiting for the satellite to successfully locate Toretto's whereabouts.
However, compared to the original plot where all his teammates died fighting with him, Morin thought this outcome seemed better.
As for the armored car originally used to attract firepower?
On the road, a car attracted the attention of most people. There was no helping it; not only did this car look like an armored car, but it also had a huge weapon mounted on its roof.
Although firearms were common in Rio, heavy weapons like Gatling guns were basically nonexistent!
Because such a weapon, which could fire thousands of rounds per minute and was practically a one-man army, was like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut in urban warfare.
The car didn't drive far, only a few blocks, before it suddenly turned right, broke through a railing, and charged into the police station's compound before the police could even react!
Yes, Morin had his subordinates rent a large warehouse a few blocks away from the police station and used a large truck to transfer everyone there.
For the past few days, Toretto's crew had been preparing in this warehouse, a true "hiding in plain sight" strategy!
The police in Rio, Reyes's men, and even Hobbs's men, all of their search efforts and focus were directed towards the favelas or abandoned factories of Rio.
It's human nature. Unless you have a god's-eye view, who would have thought that a group of fugitives was preparing to rob the police station's safe containing one hundred million dollars from a large warehouse just a few blocks away?
It was like how no one would have thought that a wanted fugitive could work as an actor for thirteen years in Hengdian, even appearing on TV multiple times, becoming a famous actor, and getting nominated for a best supporting actor award, only to be arrested when a detective accidentally recognized him!
"Hiding in plain sight" isn't a matter of people being dumb; it's that no one would dare to think that way.
Cognitive inertia is a terrible thing.
The police force inside the station was more than adequate, but it was nowhere near enough.
The armored car, braving a hail of bullets, charged directly into the garage, full throttle, heading for a wall! With a loud bang, the wall crumbled.
The car, which Morin had modified, was more than capable of this. After breaking through the wall, they arrived at the location of the safe: the police station's records room!
In reality, this was the most secure part of the entire station, because if Toretto's crew had tried to enter from the front, they would have had to go through countless checkpoints and face a multitude of fully armed police.
However, the garage...
Their subconscious made them overlook this.
Who would go to the garage? What would they steal from the garage, police cars?
The result of rigid thinking is inflexibility. They subconsciously believed the wall couldn't be broken, or rather, they hadn't even considered that Toretto's crew would be so reckless as to smash through the wall and get directly to the prize, and then...
"Click!" x2
Toretto and O'Conner attached the steel cables they had prepared to the safe, while the other ends were firmly secured to their two cars.
"Pop pop pop!!!" A rapid, dense sound like a series of farts rang out (you can look it up online).
The armored car was being driven by Morin's subordinate. After smashing through the wall, they had backed the armored car out, allowing Toretto and O'Conner to attach the steel cables to the safe.
They then operated the armored car, activating the Gatling gun, and started intercepting the police who were trying to rush in!
That super-dense, fart-like sound was exactly the sound of the Gatling gun's "Praise be to the Gatling Bodhisattva, six pure barrels, 3600 rotations in one breath, great mercy and compassion to deliver the world!"
Instantly, bullet casings ejected like rain, and the bullet belt rapidly fed into the gun barrels, as if a gigantic, real-life "money-eating beast" was inside.
But Morin's subordinate was not at all stingy, nor was he scared or excited. His hands didn't even shake.
Come on, he was so used to this thing from his past life that he was sick of it! But now, after several years, a taste of it again didn't seem so bad?
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