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american comcis _ tales of caltiveter _chapter_0295_part_02
Chapter 681
chapter 0295 part 2
Lino's eyes kept following the check. He quickly said, "Tremaine is indeed getting involved in the counterfeit money business recently. About a year ago, in the Red Brick Special Zone, people would come to trade with cash every once in a while.
At first, I thought Tremaine was still selling drugs, but later, I overheard a piece of information from one of his Leaders. He opened a Counterfeiting Factory in the Community, specifically manufacturing counterfeit money, all in large denominations, and the quality is very high, capable of fooling C-class Printing Presses!"
Saying this, Lino took out a brand new bill from his pocket and handed the hundred-dollar bill with Franklin's portrait printed on it to the man.
The man took the bill with his hand and rubbed it between his fingers a couple of times, finding that he couldn't distinguish the authenticity of the bill based on feel alone.
He silently tucked the bill into his pocket and looked up to continue questioning Lino:
"You mean there's a Counterfeiting Factory in the Community? Do you know the specific location?"
"It's in the Building where Tremaine lives, but the Security there is very strict, with at least seventy or eighty Gunmen. If you're thinking of targeting that Counterfeiting Factory, you should give up early. Most of the people in the entire Red Brick Community are his. Even if the Detroit Police Department sends out all their manpower, they can't do anything about them!"
Lino saw through the man's plan and shook his head, trying to dissuade him.
The man directly took out a black pen, signed the amount on the check, and handed it to Lino: "This is a check for one hundred thousand US Dollars. I need a Map of the Community, including the address of the Counterfeiting Factory and the distribution of Security inside. If you can get it, I will pay you another four hundred thousand US Dollars later!"
"I think you guys are really crazy. Let me say this first, I'm only responsible for providing the Map, I won't get involved in anything else. I also have one condition. I'll give you the Map, and you give me a certification from the Police Station. I want to leave the Red Brick Special Zone before you take action. I don't want to be treated as a traitor by Tremaine's people!"
Lino took the check, carefully checking it while stating his conditions.
The man quickly agreed to his conditions. The two agreed that three days later, at the same Motel, it would be a hand-to-hand deal.
"Tony, the US version of the Counterfeit currency factory is confirmed to be in the Red Brick Special Zone in Detroit. The Euro version of the Counterfeit currency factory is in the 13th Arrondissement of Paris, France. Both locations have been basically locked down. What's the next step? Notify S.H.I.E.L.D.?"
The black Ford Sedan drove through the pitch-black night. Bucky opened the vehicle communication system.
"S.H.I.E.L.D. is full of Tang's people. This matter cannot alarm S.H.I.E.L.D.. If this counterfeit money business is really related to him, he will definitely destroy evidence one step ahead after getting the information!"
"Leave France to me. You handle the Counterfeiting Factory in Detroit. I will find you a reliable group of people. Remember, the most important thing is to get evidence of Tang Song's involvement in the counterfeit money business!"
"Detroit is just some Gang Gunmen. I can handle this myself!"
Listening to Bucky's words, there was no sound from the other end of the communication channel, but Bucky could hear faint breathing sounds from there.
"Tony, I'm sorry about Howard. I didn't know that to you—"
Just as Bucky started speaking, a rough voice from the other end of the phone rudely interrupted him: "Then the Detroit matter is up to you—"
Listening to the dial tone from the other end of the phone, Bucky sighed. He raised his metal arm. During the time he was the Winter Soldier, he didn't know how much blood he had stained it with.
Now, the only motivation supporting him to live was to avenge Steve.
After finding the Killer who murdered Steve, he would atone for the mistakes he had committed.
On the Highway outside the car, a morning mist had risen at some point. Bucky turned on the car's fog lights and suddenly found over a dozen shadows standing in the mist on the Highway ahead.
Bucky warily took out an M4A1 Carbine from the front passenger seat, aimed at the shadows in the thick mist through the front windshield. "Wah! Dong!"
Accompanied by a strange cry, Bucky suddenly felt the car roof sink. Something seemed to have landed on his car roof.
Bucky held the steering wheel with one hand and raised his gun towards the car roof and fired, "Da da da da—"
He instantly emptied half a magazine from the Carbine. Blood kept seeping out through the Hole in the car's roof. Just as Bucky thought he had dealt with the thing on the car roof.
A blood-red figure resembling a skinned monster suddenly hung upside down and reached out from the front windshield. It opened its large mouth full of sharp teeth and roared at Bucky. Its scarlet eyeballs, full of blood threads, stared intently at Bucky through the front windshield.
If an Ordinary Person saw this scene, they would at least be scared out of their wits, if not completely at a loss.
However, as a former top Hitman for Hydra and an Enhanced Soldier, Bucky had seen all kinds of scenes.
Facing this skinned monster, he immediately raised his gun and fired, the muzzle steadily aimed at the monster's head.
Da da da da da da—
Another half a clip of bullets was fired. The front windshield directly shattered into countless pieces, and the monster he had shot in the head convulsed.
As Bucky sharply turned the steering wheel, the Sedan did a drift on the spot. The corpse of this skinned monster was directly thrown over ten meters away, landing in the muddy ground beside the Highway.
Looking back at the "shadows" becoming clearer and clearer in the thick mist! Bucky stepped on the accelerator to the floor, adding horsepower, and fled back the way he came.
But soon, another group of figures appeared on the Highway ahead. He looked at the group of Werewolves wearing fang necklaces and holding various weapons.
Click click! Bucky directly released the steering wheel and reloaded the rifle's magazine.
Propping the rifle on the front window, which was missing its windshield, Bucky faced these dozen or so Werewolves, stepped on the accelerator, and while spraying fire, crashed into them.
Facing the bullets Bucky fired, these Werewolves didn't move. One Werewolf knelt on one knee, took out an army green Rocket Launcher from behind him, aimed it at Bucky's Sedan, and directly pulled the trigger.
The Rocket, carrying firelight, directly hit Bucky's Sedan.
Boom! The firelight of the explosion soared into the sky. Bucky, who jumped out of the car at the last moment, used the cover of the thick mist to run down towards the Highway.
"Hiss hiss!"
Over a dozen Werewolf Warriors, holding great axes, followed closely. Relying on the Werewolves' keen sense of smell, they quickly cornered Bucky.
"Are you people from the Tang Group?"
Bucky, surrounded, clenched the fist of his metal prosthetic, adopting a combat stance. At the same time, he quietly turned on the recording function of his wrist device.
The dozen or so Werewolf Warriors just looked at him silently. In the thick mist, over a dozen pairs of beast eyes seemed to be emitting a green radiance.
Bucky turned around and drew something from his waist behind him. A palm-sized metal disk appeared in his hand, which he threw towards these Orcs.
Lino's eyes kept following the check. He quickly said, "Tremaine is indeed getting involved in the counterfeit money business recently. About a year ago, in the Red Brick Special Zone, people would come to trade with cash every once in a while.
At first, I thought Tremaine was still selling drugs, but later, I overheard a piece of information from one of his Leaders. He opened a Counterfeiting Factory in the Community, specifically manufacturing counterfeit money, all in large denominations, and the quality is very high, capable of fooling C-class Printing Presses!"
Saying this, Lino took out a brand new bill from his pocket and handed the hundred-dollar bill with Franklin's portrait printed on it to the man.
The man took the bill with his hand and rubbed it between his fingers a couple of times, finding that he couldn't distinguish the authenticity of the bill based on feel alone.
He silently tucked the bill into his pocket and looked up to continue questioning Lino:
"You mean there's a Counterfeiting Factory in the Community? Do you know the specific location?"
"It's in the Building where Tremaine lives, but the Security there is very strict, with at least seventy or eighty Gunmen. If you're thinking of targeting that Counterfeiting Factory, you should give up early. Most of the people in the entire Red Brick Community are his. Even if the Detroit Police Department sends out all their manpower, they can't do anything about them!"
Lino saw through the man's plan and shook his head, trying to dissuade him.
The man directly took out a black pen, signed the amount on the check, and handed it to Lino: "This is a check for one hundred thousand US Dollars. I need a Map of the Community, including the address of the Counterfeiting Factory and the distribution of Security inside. If you can get it, I will pay you another four hundred thousand US Dollars later!"
"I think you guys are really crazy. Let me say this first, I'm only responsible for providing the Map, I won't get involved in anything else. I also have one condition. I'll give you the Map, and you give me a certification from the Police Station. I want to leave the Red Brick Special Zone before you take action. I don't want to be treated as a traitor by Tremaine's people!"
Lino took the check, carefully checking it while stating his conditions.
The man quickly agreed to his conditions. The two agreed that three days later, at the same Motel, it would be a hand-to-hand deal.
"Tony, the US version of the Counterfeit currency factory is confirmed to be in the Red Brick Special Zone in Detroit. The Euro version of the Counterfeit currency factory is in the 13th Arrondissement of Paris, France. Both locations have been basically locked down. What's the next step? Notify S.H.I.E.L.D.?"
The black Ford Sedan drove through the pitch-black night. Bucky opened the vehicle communication system.
"S.H.I.E.L.D. is full of Tang's people. This matter cannot alarm S.H.I.E.L.D.. If this counterfeit money business is really related to him, he will definitely destroy evidence one step ahead after getting the information!"
"Leave France to me. You handle the Counterfeiting Factory in Detroit. I will find you a reliable group of people. Remember, the most important thing is to get evidence of Tang Song's involvement in the counterfeit money business!"
"Detroit is just some Gang Gunmen. I can handle this myself!"
Listening to Bucky's words, there was no sound from the other end of the communication channel, but Bucky could hear faint breathing sounds from there.
"Tony, I'm sorry about Howard. I didn't know that to you—"
Just as Bucky started speaking, a rough voice from the other end of the phone rudely interrupted him: "Then the Detroit matter is up to you—"
Listening to the dial tone from the other end of the phone, Bucky sighed. He raised his metal arm. During the time he was the Winter Soldier, he didn't know how much blood he had stained it with.
Now, the only motivation supporting him to live was to avenge Steve.
After finding the Killer who murdered Steve, he would atone for the mistakes he had committed.
On the Highway outside the car, a morning mist had risen at some point. Bucky turned on the car's fog lights and suddenly found over a dozen shadows standing in the mist on the Highway ahead.
Bucky warily took out an M4A1 Carbine from the front passenger seat, aimed at the shadows in the thick mist through the front windshield. "Wah! Dong!"
Accompanied by a strange cry, Bucky suddenly felt the car roof sink. Something seemed to have landed on his car roof.
Bucky held the steering wheel with one hand and raised his gun towards the car roof and fired, "Da da da da—"
He instantly emptied half a magazine from the Carbine. Blood kept seeping out through the Hole in the car's roof. Just as Bucky thought he had dealt with the thing on the car roof.
A blood-red figure resembling a skinned monster suddenly hung upside down and reached out from the front windshield. It opened its large mouth full of sharp teeth and roared at Bucky. Its scarlet eyeballs, full of blood threads, stared intently at Bucky through the front windshield.
If an Ordinary Person saw this scene, they would at least be scared out of their wits, if not completely at a loss.
However, as a former top Hitman for Hydra and an Enhanced Soldier, Bucky had seen all kinds of scenes.
Facing this skinned monster, he immediately raised his gun and fired, the muzzle steadily aimed at the monster's head.
Da da da da da da—
Another half a clip of bullets was fired. The front windshield directly shattered into countless pieces, and the monster he had shot in the head convulsed.
As Bucky sharply turned the steering wheel, the Sedan did a drift on the spot. The corpse of this skinned monster was directly thrown over ten meters away, landing in the muddy ground beside the Highway.
Looking back at the "shadows" becoming clearer and clearer in the thick mist! Bucky stepped on the accelerator to the floor, adding horsepower, and fled back the way he came.
But soon, another group of figures appeared on the Highway ahead. He looked at the group of Werewolves wearing fang necklaces and holding various weapons.
Click click! Bucky directly released the steering wheel and reloaded the rifle's magazine.
Propping the rifle on the front window, which was missing its windshield, Bucky faced these dozen or so Werewolves, stepped on the accelerator, and while spraying fire, crashed into them.
Facing the bullets Bucky fired, these Werewolves didn't move. One Werewolf knelt on one knee, took out an army green Rocket Launcher from behind him, aimed it at Bucky's Sedan, and directly pulled the trigger.
The Rocket, carrying firelight, directly hit Bucky's Sedan.
Boom! The firelight of the explosion soared into the sky. Bucky, who jumped out of the car at the last moment, used the cover of the thick mist to run down towards the Highway.
"Hiss hiss!"
Over a dozen Werewolf Warriors, holding great axes, followed closely. Relying on the Werewolves' keen sense of smell, they quickly cornered Bucky.
"Are you people from the Tang Group?"
Bucky, surrounded, clenched the fist of his metal prosthetic, adopting a combat stance. At the same time, he quietly turned on the recording function of his wrist device.
The dozen or so Werewolf Warriors just looked at him silently. In the thick mist, over a dozen pairs of beast eyes seemed to be emitting a green radiance.
Bucky turned around and drew something from his waist behind him. A palm-sized metal disk appeared in his hand, which he threw towards these Orcs.
