"Shut up, this is the boss's order.
Let's find a homeless person with ties to scout, we've got that bastard's wife in our hands, who knows if he'll choose money over his wife.
Fuck, daring to mess with our money, I will definitely send him to meet his maker today."
The homeless man pushing the cart seemed to hear the commotion behind, turned his head and glanced at the approaching car. He hesitated for a moment, opened one of the bags, and threw bundles of money on the ground, then continued pushing the cart and running.
"That bastard is throwing away our money, he's deliberately delaying time," the Mexican man cursed, grabbing a large bag from the back seat of the car, "Stop the car, you keep chasing him, I'll pick up the money."
"Tom, be smart, he can't run fast with the cart.
If you really can't catch up, just shoot."
"You idiot, don't call my name," the white man cursed, stopping the car.
