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Chapter 709
chapter 0304 part 2
The Middle-aged Man's fingers skillfully played with the lighter. The pure gold casing created a charming golden light in his fingers.
"A friend of mine died at the hands of these people. I want to investigate the cause of my friend's death!"
Tony Stark leaned back on the bench, his gaze fixed on the Middle-aged Man's lighter. Beneath his sunglasses, a line of green code flashed. The nano-earphones attached to his ear transmitted J.A.R.V.I.S.'s voice at the opportune moment.
"Sir, listening and recording device detected!"
Tony Stark's eyes behind his sunglasses blinked. This Deputy Director of the Paris Police Department clearly had other plans. Recording? Was he planning to sell him out to the Police Department or...?
The Middle-aged Man smoked, lost in thought. "It seems you care about your friend!"
Tony Stark glanced at him, picked up the paper bag containing the bread from the bench between them, and fed the doves with bread crumbs, saying without raising his head:
"Three hundred thousand US dollars have been transferred to your account. Where is the intelligence I asked for?"
Click. Bill Rox closed the pure gold lighter he was playing with. He took a small signal jammer from his pocket. "As the Deputy Director of the Paris Police Department, I need to ensure my political safety. You don't mind, do you?"
Seeing Tony Stark nod, Bill Rox pressed the switch on the signal jammer. When the instrument's indicator light turned on, Bill Rox's demeanor visibly relaxed. He exhaled a few smoke rings and lowered his voice:
"This Paris counterfeit currency case isn't being handled by our local police. It's a joint effort between Interpol and S.H.I.E.L.D. I don't have much intelligence myself!"
Tony Stark frowned upon hearing Bill Rox's words. He hadn't spent five hundred thousand US dollars to hear this kind of answer.
"However, besides The Painter, some of the criminals from the counterfeit currency factory were initially held at our Police Department. I have the interrogation records from Interpol. I can give them to you!"
Bill Rox noticed Tony Stark's expression and immediately said.
As the Deputy Director of the Paris Police Department, Bill Rox naturally had many opportunities to earn extra money besides his fixed salary. Otherwise, where did his pure gold lighter come from, with the meager euro he earned in a month?
Selling intelligence was also one of this Police Department Deputy Director's ways of generating income. Moreover, he had quite the professional integrity, or perhaps it was because the remaining two hundred thousand US dollars hadn't been paid yet.
"Director Rox, based on your many years of experience handling cases, do you really think that The Painter is the mastermind behind this counterfeit currency case?"
Bill Rox was momentarily stunned by Tony Stark's question, but he instantly understood Tony Stark's suspicion. He smiled and explained, "About this Painter, seven or eight years ago, our Police Station received a request for assistance from HK. He is indeed a habitual offender in the counterfeit money world. The Super US Dollar he manufactures can fool ordinary counterfeit detectors! He's a very formidable guy!"
"Perhaps because of the Euro exchange rate in recent years, he came to Paris and set up an underground printing factory!"
"Isn't there anything suspicious?" Tony Stark frowned.
Bill Rox shook his head and pondered for a moment. "Based on the intelligence exchange between Interpol and us, everything follows the procedure. However, comparing the equipment we seized from the counterfeit currency factory with the amount of counterfeit money seized, the large quantity of counterfeit money that has appeared in Europe in recent years clearly couldn't have been produced by this one counterfeit currency factory alone. The Painter obviously has other counterfeit currency factories, but since Interpol has already taken the people away, it's not convenient for us to continue the investigation!"
Tony Stark asked Bill Rox a few more questions. After getting the answers he wanted, Tony Stark got up and left directly.
Bill Rox sat quietly on the bench, continuing to feed the doves. Only when all the bread in his paper bag was gone did he call back the dog, which was selling itself to a Blonde woman by lying on her lap, and drove home.
While waiting at a traffic light, he opened his mobile phone, logged into one of his overseas bank accounts, and after confirming that the remaining two hundred thousand US dollars had arrived, he patted the dog in the back seat and hummed a tune. For the Deputy Director of the Paris Police Station, today was another simple and unpretentious day. No need to go to work, and no need to look at Nick Fury's complexion.
Easily, five hundred thousand US dollars in hand. However, the US dollar wasn't holding its value well recently. He considered whether to change the unit of currency for his prices on the Dark Web to euro in the future.
Asgard's endless rounds of celebratory feasts were still ongoing. Perhaps because King Odin hung upside down on Yggdrasil for nine days in Norse mythology, according to Asgardian tradition, this continuous feast was to last for nine days.
However, many soldiers from the Nine Realms had already returned to their own worlds.
Just looking at Odin drinking heartily in the main seat, no one would guess that he only had a few months of lifespan left before entering Ragnarök.
At least Thor, the guy with nothing but muscle in his head, wouldn't realize that he was about to become a member of a single-parent family.
By Urd's Well, he grabbed an oak barrel nearby and, with great gusto, chugged from the oak barrel. This wasn't mead, but wine brewed by Asgardian vintners. Unlike Earth's red wine, this special brew from Asgard, while delicious, had a high alcohol content and a strong kick.
Thor took a heroic gulp, finishing more than half a barrel of the wine. He stumbled slightly as he walked. Holding the wine barrel, he came to a table of Frost Giants and slammed the wine barrel onto the table. "Come on, drink! You big guys, let me see how much you can hold!"
The Frost Giants at the table all stood up, glaring at Thor.
This guy Thor was an old acquaintance to the Frost Giants. Every now and then, he would go to Jotunheim to cause trouble.
Thor didn't pay any attention to these Frost Giants. He wasn't specifically targeting them either. These past few days, he had been carrying an oak barrel around Asgard, challenging people to drinking contests.
He had already drunk dozens of tables of the most capable dwarves under the table.
This was what Loki had taught him: the camaraderie between warriors should be expressed through wine. What bad intentions could his own younger brother have?
Drunk and dizzy, Thor completely forgot that this younger brother was adopted.
"Where are the people? Bring the wine!"
Footsteps sounded. Loki, with a playful look, led over a dozen Asgardian warriors, each carrying an oak barrel.
When the oak barrels were opened one by one and placed before the Frost Giants, these big guys were a bit stunned. Drinking by the barrel? Three minutes later, thump, thump, thump—
One by one, the Frost Giants collapsed directly onto the table. As for Thor, he swayed, pointing at these Frost Giants, about to mock these big guys for being all show and no substance.
Suddenly, his vision swam, and then with a thump, he also collapsed onto the ground.
Loki's eyes darted. He called for people to carry Thor away, but the direction wasn't towards the Palace where Thor resided, but towards the Light Elves' camp.
At this time, within the Camp, many soldiers of the Light Elves were preparing to return to Alfheim.
On a vehicle pulled by a unicorn, similar to a carriage, Loki used illusion magic to deceive two elves.
The Middle-aged Man's fingers skillfully played with the lighter. The pure gold casing created a charming golden light in his fingers.
"A friend of mine died at the hands of these people. I want to investigate the cause of my friend's death!"
Tony Stark leaned back on the bench, his gaze fixed on the Middle-aged Man's lighter. Beneath his sunglasses, a line of green code flashed. The nano-earphones attached to his ear transmitted J.A.R.V.I.S.'s voice at the opportune moment.
"Sir, listening and recording device detected!"
Tony Stark's eyes behind his sunglasses blinked. This Deputy Director of the Paris Police Department clearly had other plans. Recording? Was he planning to sell him out to the Police Department or...?
The Middle-aged Man smoked, lost in thought. "It seems you care about your friend!"
Tony Stark glanced at him, picked up the paper bag containing the bread from the bench between them, and fed the doves with bread crumbs, saying without raising his head:
"Three hundred thousand US dollars have been transferred to your account. Where is the intelligence I asked for?"
Click. Bill Rox closed the pure gold lighter he was playing with. He took a small signal jammer from his pocket. "As the Deputy Director of the Paris Police Department, I need to ensure my political safety. You don't mind, do you?"
Seeing Tony Stark nod, Bill Rox pressed the switch on the signal jammer. When the instrument's indicator light turned on, Bill Rox's demeanor visibly relaxed. He exhaled a few smoke rings and lowered his voice:
"This Paris counterfeit currency case isn't being handled by our local police. It's a joint effort between Interpol and S.H.I.E.L.D. I don't have much intelligence myself!"
Tony Stark frowned upon hearing Bill Rox's words. He hadn't spent five hundred thousand US dollars to hear this kind of answer.
"However, besides The Painter, some of the criminals from the counterfeit currency factory were initially held at our Police Department. I have the interrogation records from Interpol. I can give them to you!"
Bill Rox noticed Tony Stark's expression and immediately said.
As the Deputy Director of the Paris Police Department, Bill Rox naturally had many opportunities to earn extra money besides his fixed salary. Otherwise, where did his pure gold lighter come from, with the meager euro he earned in a month?
Selling intelligence was also one of this Police Department Deputy Director's ways of generating income. Moreover, he had quite the professional integrity, or perhaps it was because the remaining two hundred thousand US dollars hadn't been paid yet.
"Director Rox, based on your many years of experience handling cases, do you really think that The Painter is the mastermind behind this counterfeit currency case?"
Bill Rox was momentarily stunned by Tony Stark's question, but he instantly understood Tony Stark's suspicion. He smiled and explained, "About this Painter, seven or eight years ago, our Police Station received a request for assistance from HK. He is indeed a habitual offender in the counterfeit money world. The Super US Dollar he manufactures can fool ordinary counterfeit detectors! He's a very formidable guy!"
"Perhaps because of the Euro exchange rate in recent years, he came to Paris and set up an underground printing factory!"
"Isn't there anything suspicious?" Tony Stark frowned.
Bill Rox shook his head and pondered for a moment. "Based on the intelligence exchange between Interpol and us, everything follows the procedure. However, comparing the equipment we seized from the counterfeit currency factory with the amount of counterfeit money seized, the large quantity of counterfeit money that has appeared in Europe in recent years clearly couldn't have been produced by this one counterfeit currency factory alone. The Painter obviously has other counterfeit currency factories, but since Interpol has already taken the people away, it's not convenient for us to continue the investigation!"
Tony Stark asked Bill Rox a few more questions. After getting the answers he wanted, Tony Stark got up and left directly.
Bill Rox sat quietly on the bench, continuing to feed the doves. Only when all the bread in his paper bag was gone did he call back the dog, which was selling itself to a Blonde woman by lying on her lap, and drove home.
While waiting at a traffic light, he opened his mobile phone, logged into one of his overseas bank accounts, and after confirming that the remaining two hundred thousand US dollars had arrived, he patted the dog in the back seat and hummed a tune. For the Deputy Director of the Paris Police Station, today was another simple and unpretentious day. No need to go to work, and no need to look at Nick Fury's complexion.
Easily, five hundred thousand US dollars in hand. However, the US dollar wasn't holding its value well recently. He considered whether to change the unit of currency for his prices on the Dark Web to euro in the future.
Asgard's endless rounds of celebratory feasts were still ongoing. Perhaps because King Odin hung upside down on Yggdrasil for nine days in Norse mythology, according to Asgardian tradition, this continuous feast was to last for nine days.
However, many soldiers from the Nine Realms had already returned to their own worlds.
Just looking at Odin drinking heartily in the main seat, no one would guess that he only had a few months of lifespan left before entering Ragnarök.
At least Thor, the guy with nothing but muscle in his head, wouldn't realize that he was about to become a member of a single-parent family.
By Urd's Well, he grabbed an oak barrel nearby and, with great gusto, chugged from the oak barrel. This wasn't mead, but wine brewed by Asgardian vintners. Unlike Earth's red wine, this special brew from Asgard, while delicious, had a high alcohol content and a strong kick.
Thor took a heroic gulp, finishing more than half a barrel of the wine. He stumbled slightly as he walked. Holding the wine barrel, he came to a table of Frost Giants and slammed the wine barrel onto the table. "Come on, drink! You big guys, let me see how much you can hold!"
The Frost Giants at the table all stood up, glaring at Thor.
This guy Thor was an old acquaintance to the Frost Giants. Every now and then, he would go to Jotunheim to cause trouble.
Thor didn't pay any attention to these Frost Giants. He wasn't specifically targeting them either. These past few days, he had been carrying an oak barrel around Asgard, challenging people to drinking contests.
He had already drunk dozens of tables of the most capable dwarves under the table.
This was what Loki had taught him: the camaraderie between warriors should be expressed through wine. What bad intentions could his own younger brother have?
Drunk and dizzy, Thor completely forgot that this younger brother was adopted.
"Where are the people? Bring the wine!"
Footsteps sounded. Loki, with a playful look, led over a dozen Asgardian warriors, each carrying an oak barrel.
When the oak barrels were opened one by one and placed before the Frost Giants, these big guys were a bit stunned. Drinking by the barrel? Three minutes later, thump, thump, thump—
One by one, the Frost Giants collapsed directly onto the table. As for Thor, he swayed, pointing at these Frost Giants, about to mock these big guys for being all show and no substance.
Suddenly, his vision swam, and then with a thump, he also collapsed onto the ground.
Loki's eyes darted. He called for people to carry Thor away, but the direction wasn't towards the Palace where Thor resided, but towards the Light Elves' camp.
At this time, within the Camp, many soldiers of the Light Elves were preparing to return to Alfheim.
On a vehicle pulled by a unicorn, similar to a carriage, Loki used illusion magic to deceive two elves.
