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Chapter 63
chapter 0049 part 1
Chapter 49: The Setup
"One hundred."
"Cool!"
Listening to the prompt from the Counterfeit Detector, a large man excitedly rubbed his hands. As he grew excited, the flabby flesh on his face seemed to tremble slightly.
He had brought the Counterfeit Detector himself. Although it was just a common Class C detector available on the market, the fact that these Super US Dollars could fool these Class C detectors meant they could circulate freely on the market.
He knew exactly what this represented. If they could master this technology themselves, it would mean they could print money endlessly.
Thinking this, his gaze swept over the Seller and the Manpower they brought with a hint of ill intent.
When his gaze fell upon Kane, Kane's icy eyes were also watching him.
Kane placed his hand on the handgun at his waist. Behind him, a group of fully armed Soldiers also revealed their gleaming weapons.
"Not easy to mess with!"
The Buyer looked at the cold eyes beneath Kane's Face Mask. He was too familiar with that kind of gaze; it was the look only top-tier Mercenaries possessed.
The Bullseye who used to follow his own Boss had that same look, regarding him as if he were a dead man, which always made him uncomfortable.
But that annoying guy was already dead. Thinking of this, the large man's eyelids blinked rapidly a few times like a reptile's.
"Good stuff. As we agreed before, we'll take all two billion Super US Dollars. One hundred million!"
He couldn't swallow it all. The Buyer weighed the strength of both sides and felt that the Manpower he brought couldn't handle the other party. He decisively switched to a normal business transaction.
"One hundred fifty million!"
Kane heard the large man's offer, shook his head, and held up his fingers, showing a one and a five.
"Our goods aren't hard to sell. One hundred fifty million. You have enough Channels to circulate these Super US Dollars as legitimate currency, a profit of over ten times!"
The large man blinked. As a Gang Leader under Kingpin, his mind was naturally not simple.
He knew Kane was right. With Kingpin's Underground Kingdom, a few hundred million Super US Dollars could be laundered clean after just a few turnovers.
But in business, who would dislike earning less?
"One hundred twenty million. Laundering money also has costs, and too much Counterfeit Money easily attracts the FBI's attention. You've saved yourselves the trouble; we need to bear this part of the risk. One hundred twenty million at most!"
Kane glanced at him and nodded.
"This is a Swiss Bank Account. Deposit one hundred twenty million into this Account, and you can take these US Dollars away!"
Kane handed the large man a slip of paper with a bank Account number on it.
As Kane clapped his hands, two Soldiers pulled back the Tarpaulin covering the Truck and opened the rear door.
It was a common freight Truck in the Federation, somewhat resembling a transforming version of Optimus Prime, pulling a container-like carriage.
After the two Soldiers opened the door, the large man and the Gunmen he led all drew a sharp breath.
Two billion US Dollars completely filled the Truck's carriage. The dark green Cash lay quietly in the carriage. Even the large man couldn't help but swallow.
Even though his Boss was the infamous Crime Boss, he lacked nothing in terms of women, houses, or money.
But he had never seen so much Cash piled together. The visual impact was simply too shocking.
He even doubted if his own Boss had ever seen so much Cash piled up like a mountain, even if it was Super US Dollars.
"Wait a moment!"
The large man gestured to Kane, walked aside, and dialed Kingpin's phone number.
"Hello, Boss, I've seen the goods. Yes, Class C Counterfeit Detectors can't identify them. 120 million. Okay! I understand!"
The large man sent the Account details via Mobile Phone.
Five minutes later, Kane's phone rang. Kane answered the call and quickly hung up.
"Then, it's been a pleasant cooperation. This Truck is a gift to you!"
Kane confirmed the money had arrived from the finance department's call. Without further delay, he led his men to withdraw in an orderly fashion.
It wasn't until Kane and the others' vehicles drove far away that the large man's feeling of being watched disappeared.
Sniper, the large man looked at the high ground outside the Farm, a hint of shock and anger in his eyes.
...
A Martial Arts School in New York's Chinatown.
The small courtyard was paved with bluestone slabs. Tang Song wore a full protective suit and a face mask, holding a bamboo sword, his footsteps light.
His opponent wore a fully enclosed helmet. His face was hidden beneath the helmet, and he held a bamboo sword in his hand.
However, it was clear that as Mr. Tang's opponent, even fully armed, he wasn't having an easy time.
Whoosh! Tang Song gripped the bamboo sword with both hands and delivered a diagonal slash. The blade wind howled, cutting straight towards Frank's neck.
The attack was ruthless, showing no hint of friendly sparring.
The Helmeted man dodged, his bamboo sword sweeping upwards to parry Tang Song's fierce bamboo sword.
Crack! The immense force nearly caused the two expensive bamboo swords to fall apart.
The Helmeted man's hands trembled. He drew his sword, and the bamboo sword darted out like a venomous snake, striking towards Tang Song's chest.
With such force and speed, even an ordinary bamboo sword could break stone, shatter wood, pierce gold, and penetrate iron.
Tang Song used Waist and Horse as One, drew his sword back, cut horizontally, and slashed downwards. His movements were as fast as lightning. As Tang Song swung his sword,
With a crack, the bamboo sword in the Helmeted man's hand broke into two pieces.
Tang Song placed the bamboo sword horizontally against the Helmeted man's neck, then slightly shook it and patted his helmet.
He casually put the bamboo sword aside, took off his protective face mask, picked up a towel from a nearby rack, and wiped his hands.
"Boss, Kingpin took the goods!"
Kane, dressed in a black Suit, walked into the training ground, approached Tang Song, and reported the situation.
"Keep a close eye on them. See when they start distributing the goods and mix our goods into their Channels!"
A glint flashed in Tang Song's eyes. As long as the fish were willing to bite the bait, it was good.
Two billion Super US Dollars. If Tang Song distributed them himself, he could make a profit of 400 million. The reason he sold them to Kingpin for 120 million was precisely because he wanted Kingpin to distribute the goods.
He was preparing a big gift for Kingpin.
"Remember, all 3 billion of our US Dollars must be distributed through Kingpin's network!" Tang Song pondered for a moment. "Tomorrow, Lane and I will go to Italy. You and Frank will be responsible for things here in New York!"
"Understood, Boss!" Kane took a deep look at the Helmeted man standing nearby. After Tang Song briefly explained some matters in New York, he turned and left the Martial Arts School.
"I can tell, Mr. Tang is someone who always gets revenge."
The Helmeted man didn't speak until Kane had left the Martial Arts School.
Tang Song chuckled, "That's just how I am. I don't like being taken advantage of!"
Before his words finished, Tang Song waved his hand back, and a white light flashed from his fingertip.
With a crack.
The Helmeted man's helmet was instantly split in two and fell to the ground.
Behind the mask was an old face. His dark skin had slightly mottled whiskers, and his eyes held wisdom, making him look like an elderly scholar.
"Kingpin wants to kill me, so he will die. Now, give me a reason not to kill you, Sloan!"
Tang Song's eyes held undisguised killing intent. The surrounding air seemed to freeze. A mark, as if cut by a blade, extended from Tang Song's feet all the way to Sloan's feet.
Looking at the mark left on the bluestone floor beneath his feet, Sloan's hand trembled slightly. He calmed his mind. "Mr. Tang, if you wanted to kill me, I wouldn't be here!"
Tang Song raised his eyes, signaling Sloan to continue.
Chapter 49: The Setup
"One hundred."
"Cool!"
Listening to the prompt from the Counterfeit Detector, a large man excitedly rubbed his hands. As he grew excited, the flabby flesh on his face seemed to tremble slightly.
He had brought the Counterfeit Detector himself. Although it was just a common Class C detector available on the market, the fact that these Super US Dollars could fool these Class C detectors meant they could circulate freely on the market.
He knew exactly what this represented. If they could master this technology themselves, it would mean they could print money endlessly.
Thinking this, his gaze swept over the Seller and the Manpower they brought with a hint of ill intent.
When his gaze fell upon Kane, Kane's icy eyes were also watching him.
Kane placed his hand on the handgun at his waist. Behind him, a group of fully armed Soldiers also revealed their gleaming weapons.
"Not easy to mess with!"
The Buyer looked at the cold eyes beneath Kane's Face Mask. He was too familiar with that kind of gaze; it was the look only top-tier Mercenaries possessed.
The Bullseye who used to follow his own Boss had that same look, regarding him as if he were a dead man, which always made him uncomfortable.
But that annoying guy was already dead. Thinking of this, the large man's eyelids blinked rapidly a few times like a reptile's.
"Good stuff. As we agreed before, we'll take all two billion Super US Dollars. One hundred million!"
He couldn't swallow it all. The Buyer weighed the strength of both sides and felt that the Manpower he brought couldn't handle the other party. He decisively switched to a normal business transaction.
"One hundred fifty million!"
Kane heard the large man's offer, shook his head, and held up his fingers, showing a one and a five.
"Our goods aren't hard to sell. One hundred fifty million. You have enough Channels to circulate these Super US Dollars as legitimate currency, a profit of over ten times!"
The large man blinked. As a Gang Leader under Kingpin, his mind was naturally not simple.
He knew Kane was right. With Kingpin's Underground Kingdom, a few hundred million Super US Dollars could be laundered clean after just a few turnovers.
But in business, who would dislike earning less?
"One hundred twenty million. Laundering money also has costs, and too much Counterfeit Money easily attracts the FBI's attention. You've saved yourselves the trouble; we need to bear this part of the risk. One hundred twenty million at most!"
Kane glanced at him and nodded.
"This is a Swiss Bank Account. Deposit one hundred twenty million into this Account, and you can take these US Dollars away!"
Kane handed the large man a slip of paper with a bank Account number on it.
As Kane clapped his hands, two Soldiers pulled back the Tarpaulin covering the Truck and opened the rear door.
It was a common freight Truck in the Federation, somewhat resembling a transforming version of Optimus Prime, pulling a container-like carriage.
After the two Soldiers opened the door, the large man and the Gunmen he led all drew a sharp breath.
Two billion US Dollars completely filled the Truck's carriage. The dark green Cash lay quietly in the carriage. Even the large man couldn't help but swallow.
Even though his Boss was the infamous Crime Boss, he lacked nothing in terms of women, houses, or money.
But he had never seen so much Cash piled together. The visual impact was simply too shocking.
He even doubted if his own Boss had ever seen so much Cash piled up like a mountain, even if it was Super US Dollars.
"Wait a moment!"
The large man gestured to Kane, walked aside, and dialed Kingpin's phone number.
"Hello, Boss, I've seen the goods. Yes, Class C Counterfeit Detectors can't identify them. 120 million. Okay! I understand!"
The large man sent the Account details via Mobile Phone.
Five minutes later, Kane's phone rang. Kane answered the call and quickly hung up.
"Then, it's been a pleasant cooperation. This Truck is a gift to you!"
Kane confirmed the money had arrived from the finance department's call. Without further delay, he led his men to withdraw in an orderly fashion.
It wasn't until Kane and the others' vehicles drove far away that the large man's feeling of being watched disappeared.
Sniper, the large man looked at the high ground outside the Farm, a hint of shock and anger in his eyes.
...
A Martial Arts School in New York's Chinatown.
The small courtyard was paved with bluestone slabs. Tang Song wore a full protective suit and a face mask, holding a bamboo sword, his footsteps light.
His opponent wore a fully enclosed helmet. His face was hidden beneath the helmet, and he held a bamboo sword in his hand.
However, it was clear that as Mr. Tang's opponent, even fully armed, he wasn't having an easy time.
Whoosh! Tang Song gripped the bamboo sword with both hands and delivered a diagonal slash. The blade wind howled, cutting straight towards Frank's neck.
The attack was ruthless, showing no hint of friendly sparring.
The Helmeted man dodged, his bamboo sword sweeping upwards to parry Tang Song's fierce bamboo sword.
Crack! The immense force nearly caused the two expensive bamboo swords to fall apart.
The Helmeted man's hands trembled. He drew his sword, and the bamboo sword darted out like a venomous snake, striking towards Tang Song's chest.
With such force and speed, even an ordinary bamboo sword could break stone, shatter wood, pierce gold, and penetrate iron.
Tang Song used Waist and Horse as One, drew his sword back, cut horizontally, and slashed downwards. His movements were as fast as lightning. As Tang Song swung his sword,
With a crack, the bamboo sword in the Helmeted man's hand broke into two pieces.
Tang Song placed the bamboo sword horizontally against the Helmeted man's neck, then slightly shook it and patted his helmet.
He casually put the bamboo sword aside, took off his protective face mask, picked up a towel from a nearby rack, and wiped his hands.
"Boss, Kingpin took the goods!"
Kane, dressed in a black Suit, walked into the training ground, approached Tang Song, and reported the situation.
"Keep a close eye on them. See when they start distributing the goods and mix our goods into their Channels!"
A glint flashed in Tang Song's eyes. As long as the fish were willing to bite the bait, it was good.
Two billion Super US Dollars. If Tang Song distributed them himself, he could make a profit of 400 million. The reason he sold them to Kingpin for 120 million was precisely because he wanted Kingpin to distribute the goods.
He was preparing a big gift for Kingpin.
"Remember, all 3 billion of our US Dollars must be distributed through Kingpin's network!" Tang Song pondered for a moment. "Tomorrow, Lane and I will go to Italy. You and Frank will be responsible for things here in New York!"
"Understood, Boss!" Kane took a deep look at the Helmeted man standing nearby. After Tang Song briefly explained some matters in New York, he turned and left the Martial Arts School.
"I can tell, Mr. Tang is someone who always gets revenge."
The Helmeted man didn't speak until Kane had left the Martial Arts School.
Tang Song chuckled, "That's just how I am. I don't like being taken advantage of!"
Before his words finished, Tang Song waved his hand back, and a white light flashed from his fingertip.
With a crack.
The Helmeted man's helmet was instantly split in two and fell to the ground.
Behind the mask was an old face. His dark skin had slightly mottled whiskers, and his eyes held wisdom, making him look like an elderly scholar.
"Kingpin wants to kill me, so he will die. Now, give me a reason not to kill you, Sloan!"
Tang Song's eyes held undisguised killing intent. The surrounding air seemed to freeze. A mark, as if cut by a blade, extended from Tang Song's feet all the way to Sloan's feet.
Looking at the mark left on the bluestone floor beneath his feet, Sloan's hand trembled slightly. He calmed his mind. "Mr. Tang, if you wanted to kill me, I wouldn't be here!"
Tang Song raised his eyes, signaling Sloan to continue.
