HK, Good Friends Cafe
There was a table for two by the window, with two servings of milk tea and pineapple buns.
However, the guests at this table were obviously not in the mood to eat.
"The HK police and Interpol are targeting us. We need to prepare a retreat!"
The man in the black windbreaker glanced at the black business car that had been parked on the opposite side for a long time.
His voice was so soft that the woman opposite had to lean forward to hear what he said.
The woman was wearing a black luxury dress, a sparkling diamond necklace around her neck, and a black hat with a veil that covered half of her face.
"Interpol is targeting us, where can we go?"
The woman's cold voice was filled with sarcasm.
"In three days, a batch of goods will leave the port. We will follow the goods and someone will naturally help us when the time comes!"
The man stared at the woman, looking at her face beneath the veil almost obsessively.
"Let's go together!"
"What about Old Wu and the others? Don't care?"
The woman touched her face under the veil, and a hint of disgust flashed in the depths of her eyes.
I don’t know whether I hate men or I hate my own face.
Hearing Lao Wu's name, the man slammed the table angrily.
"Who cares? I'm going to kill him and his whole family, bastard. If he hadn't broken the rules, how would Interpol have tracked us down?"
The woman seemed accustomed to the man's anger and took a sip of the milk tea in front of her.
"Are you going to give away your art? Can you trust your buyers?"
"Do you know how much the buyer wants this time?" The man held up two fingers:
"Two billion super dollars!"
The woman was also shocked by the number, "So many?"
The man smiled proudly: "For this delivery, we will visit the buyer as the painter's assistant, and he will definitely provide help!"
… …
Three days later,
HK, South China Sea, High Seas
A 200-foot yacht was anchored on the sea. In the night, on the pitch-black sea, apart from the lights of the yacht, there was the sound of waves hitting the hull.
Under the light of Mo Lake, you can vaguely see a man and a woman standing on the bow. The man in the lead is holding a military telescope, looking at the sea in the distance.
"Will they come?"
The man rubbed his bloodshot eyes and tugged at his wrinkled tie, as if to tell the woman, or to comfort himself:
"Xiuqing, don't worry, the buyer will definitely come! This is 2 billion super US dollars!"
The man's name is Li Wen, the best "painter" in the world! But now this painter can hardly hide his poverty.
The woman reached out and straightened his collar, saying:
"The story you made up won't be hidden from the Hong Kong police for too long. They might be on their way here now. Li Wen, come with me. Let's find a place to hide our identities and start over!"
The man opened the woman's hand, his face flushed, veins popped out on his neck, and he shouted hoarsely:
"No, I won't give up. My paintings are the most popular realistic paintings in the world..."
Li Wen looked at his hands with an obsessed look: "These hands can create the most perfect works of art in the world. I absolutely cannot let them go to waste."
Wu Xiuqing looked at Li Wen coldly:
"But you lost. The Hong Kong police now know that you are the painter, and Interpol will soon receive the news. Where do you think you can escape to? Wake up!"
Li Wen glanced at her, took out a handkerchief and wiped his glasses, his expression returning to calm.
"Xiuqing, you don't understand. The buyer has great influence in New York. As long as we flee to New York and change our identities, not to mention the Hong Kong police, even the FBI federal agents can't do anything to us!"
"No matter how powerful he is, why would he help you? Don't forget that the two billion dollars has already fallen into the hands of the police..."
Wu Xiuqing stared into Li Wen's eyes and said, "You should know that there is no free lunch in the world."
Before Wu Xiuqing finished speaking, the roar of propellers was heard in the distance.
Two beams of light from searchlights appeared on the sea surface.
“Here they come!”
Li Wen did not answer Wu Xiuqing's words. He put on his glasses silently, took out a black high-intensity flashlight from behind him, and shone it three times at the sky.
A Hercules armed helicopter slowly flew down and hovered more than ten meters above the yacht.
A rope hung down from the helicopter door, and special forces soldiers wearing bulletproof vests jumped down along the rope.
"Are you a painter? Where are our goods?" Kane frowned as he looked at the man and woman in front of him, and the small yacht that obviously could not hold 2 billion US dollars.
…
How extravagant is the life of the richest people in the Federation
Just look at the Osborne family's private villa.
The total area of the villa is 38,000 square feet.
It is divided into four floors, with 12 houses, five bars and a cinema that can seat 40 people.
There is also a separate helipad, private swimming pool and courtyard.
There is even a mini golf course and horse ranch on the property.
The manor that Tang Song had just acquired not long ago pales in comparison to this villa.
After all, there is a small goal between the two, which is the US dollar.
This villa worth $290 million is just one of the many properties owned by the Osborne family.
The Osborne family can be considered a top wealthy family even in New York, where many wealthy people gather.
Old Osborne started from scratch and created the Osborne Group with a market value of hundreds of billions, which was once the world's most valuable biological company.
Even though it has declined now, the Osborne family is still at the top of the federal family rich list.
In front of Osborn Villa, the owner of the villa, Norman Osborn, was standing at the door in a hand-made suit, dressed very formally.
Obviously welcoming visiting guests.
In the Federation, it is basic etiquette to greet guests at the door when they visit.
However, in New York, there are very few people who can be greeted personally by Norman Osborn. Apart from some bigwigs in the political and business circles, it is enough for an ordinary guest to be greeted by a butler.
A white extended Rolls-Royce stopped at the door of the villa.
The driver opened the car door, Tang Song hugged Skye and got out of the car, and walked towards Norman Osborn who was waiting to greet them.
"Excuse me, Mr. Norman!"
Tang Song shook hands with Norman Osborn, and Skye handed the gift in her hand to Norman Osborn with both hands.
"Mr. Tang, you are too polite. There are very few young talents like Mr. Tang in New York now. You are welcome to visit my place. To use the old saying in your East, this should be called a great honor to my humble home!"
Norman Osborn showed a completely different enthusiasm than the last time he was on the golf course.
Since they parted on the golf course, Norman Osborn had someone conduct a thorough investigation into this Asian man's background.
It didn't matter that he checked, Norman Osborn was also shocked by the information he found.
A gangster boss who is currently very popular in the New York underworld.
The actual controller of several import and export trading companies,
Political donor to the Republican Party of New York State.
Given Norman Osborn's status, even if Tang and Song's identities were combined, it would not be much. However, this is the result achieved by a young man in two years.
This is a bit scary.
Moreover, during this period, Norman Osborn held the jade pendant given by Tang Song every day, and his mental state improved a lot, and he no longer needed to take sleeping pills to fall asleep at night.
He once asked someone to test the jade pendant and detected an unknown radiation, an unknown energy that was beneficial to the body.
This forced Norman Osborn to pay more attention to Tang Song.
"By the way, I also made an appointment with an old friend! Let me introduce you to him!"
Norman Osborn turned sideways, revealing the figure behind him.
The man was wearing a gray suit with empty sleeves. He was none other than Tang Song's old acquaintance, Professor Connors.
"Professor Connors, long time no see! I didn't expect to see you here!"
Tang Song walked up enthusiastically and hugged Professor Connors.
Professor Connors nodded at Tang Song and gave him a polite smile.
He was brought here specifically by Norman Osborn.
Since he signed Tang Song's internship certificate, he has never seen this smart Chinese Tang.
Although he always suspected that the damage to the laboratory camera data was related to Tang Song, the matter was left unresolved because it did not affect the experiment.
Just yesterday, he learned from Norman how terrifying the true identity of this Asian intern was.
Seeing Tang Song's enthusiasm for Connors, a gleam of light flashed in Norman Osborn's eyes.
He had checked Tang Song and naturally knew that Tang Song had interned in his company. His purpose in bringing Connors here was to improve his relationship with Tang Song.
Apparently, the effect is very good.
However, what Norman Osborn didn't know was that Tang Song's enthusiasm for Connors was because of the technology in Connors' hands.
As the host, Norman Osborn led several people into the villa.
… … … … …
The golf ball drew a perfect arc in the air and rolled into the hole.
Tang Song put down the club, and applause from Norman Osborn was heard from the side.
"Nice eagle shot!" Norman Osborn clapped his hands and gave Tang Song a thumbs up.
Tang Song smiled modestly and was about to speak when the driver and bodyguard who was waiting beside him walked towards him with a satellite phone.
"boss!"
Tang Song took the phone, pointed at it apologetically towards Norman Osborn, handed the golf club to the driver, and walked aside.
"Hello!"
"Boss, the goods have been seized by the HK police. The painter is on board and wants to use his skills to get a new identity!"
Tang Song held the phone and watched Skye riding a thoroughbred racehorse past him with a smile.
Tang Song high-fived her, turned around and said to the phone:
"Give the phone to the painter!"
On the yacht, Li Wen took the phone from Kane with a pale face.
"Mr. Tang, I'm Li Wen!"
"Mr. Painter, we have been working together for two years, but I have never met you. I have always regretted it!"
Not far away, Norman Osborn was swinging the club and his technique was pretty good. Tang Song smiled and gave him a thumbs up.
"But what's even more regrettable is that two billion super dollars are gone. I can't see your value now!"
"Technology! I have the technology to make super US dollars. As long as you help me, I can give you as many super US dollars as you want!" Li Wen was at the end of his rope at this time. He grabbed the satellite phone and would not let go of any life-saving straw.
There was no sound coming from the phone, not even the sound of breathing. Li Wen's heart suddenly rose to his throat.
"What do you need?"
Li Wen was stunned for a moment.
Tang Song's voice followed: "What is needed to make super US dollars? I want to know the cost?"
"Acid-free paper, color-changing ink, and gravure printing press," Li asked quickly.
"The file bags in the United States use acid-free paper, which is easy to get.
I also have the formula for color-changing inks, and I used to have a gravure printing machine, but it’s now in the hands of the HK police!”
"Give Kane the phone!"
Li Wen listened to Tang Song's calm voice on the phone and wanted to say something, but in the end he had no choice but to hand the phone to the white man next to him.
"Boss!" Kane took the phone and walked to the side of the ship.
"Find out which police station the gravure printing press is in and bring it back with the person!"