"They didn't take a single cent... and they burned my money?"
Inside his office, Reyes asked calmly.
"Yes," the manager of the destroyed warehouse replied, head lowered. "And he also said... he said this was only the beginning."
"Ha."
Reyes smiled faintly and walked to his desk. His fingers brushed lightly across the objects placed neatly on its surface.
"Only the beginning..." He chuckled softly.
Then his hand stopped.
He picked up a heavy metal object, turned around, and brought it down hard.
Bang.
The manager collapsed to the floor, blood pouring out as he lost consciousness.
To Reyes, a subordinate who brought him such news deserved no better.
He placed the blood-stained object back on the desk, as if nothing had happened, and looked toward another security chief standing nearby with his head lowered.
"Clear out every warehouse," Reyes said coldly. "Within one hour, I want every cent moved to a truly safe place."
He leaned forward slightly.
"After that, release the word. I want those bastards hunted down. Put them all on the wanted list. Understood?"
"Understood!"
Soon, under the security chief's command, Reyes's men moved openly through the streets with guns in hand. No one dared to stop them.
Just as Toretto and his crew had predicted, Reyes began gathering all the scattered cash from his warehouses across the city, transporting it to a single "safe" location.
The plan was working.
Force Reyes to move everything into one place-then take it all in one strike.
But there was a problem.
"Oh," Tej muttered, staring at the building Reyes's men were driving into. "Am I seeing things?"
"I don't think so," O'Conner said quietly. "That's a police station."
A notorious drug lord storing his money inside a police station?
Everyone fell silent.
"Well," Roman said after a moment, "the difficulty just went from 'nearly impossible' to 'absolutely impossible.'"
"We stick to the original plan," Toretto said, arms crossed.
"What?" Roman spun around. "Did I hear that right?"
"You did," Toretto replied. "Well... mostly. We modify it slightly."
He pulled out his phone and turned away.
"We're going to need much better cars."
"This isn't about the cars anymore!" Roman protested. "Unless you can get us a tank that moves like a sports car!"
"I can't get you a tank," Toretto said without turning around. "But I can get you a sports car that's like a tank."
"...What?"
Roman blinked.
He had been joking.
Soon, he realized Toretto wasn't.
Morin was inside the cabin when Toretto's call came through, just finishing some work on a sports car with Gisele.
"What's up?" Morin asked, turning the ignition.
"We've got a problem," Toretto said. "I need your help."
"Let me guess," Morin said casually. "Reyes stored the money somewhere annoying."
He paused.
"City hall? A bank vault? Or... the police station?"
"...How did you know?" Toretto asked, stunned.
"I think before I act," Morin replied, watching Gisele's long legs as she slid into the passenger seat.
"A drug lord who's operated in Rio for years, never caught, and became the local king snake? There's no way he doesn't have official protection."
"You're right," Toretto said. "Everything's in the police station now."
"Then you'll need heavier cars," Morin said calmly. "Good thing I planned ahead."
He sent an address.
"Come to the warehouse I rented. I'll show you something."
When Toretto and the others arrived, Morin had just finished taking Gisele for a test drive.
He led everyone inside the warehouse.
"A sports car that's like a tank?" Morin repeated with a grin. "Follow me."
He stopped in front of two dark-gray shipping containers.
"Open them."
Toretto was already impressed by the crates of parts scattered around the warehouse-but the containers felt different.
"Just how prepared are you?" he asked.
"Preparation gives you options," Morin replied. "And confidence."
Toretto pulled open one container.
Even with his iron nerves, he couldn't help but curse.
"F**k... how did you even get this here?"
Roman rushed over.
The moment he saw inside, his mouth went dry.
"...You've got to be kidding me."
He stared for several seconds, then swallowed hard.
"Someone punch me. I'm hallucinating."
Toretto's arms flexed.
Morin's fingers twitched.
Neither of them hated Roman-but opportunities like this were rare.
"Wait-what are you doing?" Roman shrank back instantly. "O'Conner! Help me!"
The warehouse echoed with laughter.
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