A stack of hundred-dollar bills was put into the money detector, and a swish sound was heard.
"One hundred"
"cool!"
Listening to the prompt sound from the money printing machine, a big man rubbed his hands excitedly. As he got excited, the flesh on his face seemed to tremble slightly.
He brought the money detector, although it was just an ordinary Class C money printing machine on the market, but these super US dollars can deceive these Class C money detectors, which means they can be circulated in the market.
He knew very well what this meant. If they could master this technology, it would be equivalent to them printing money continuously.
Thinking of this, his eyes swept over the sellers and the people they brought with some ill intention.
When his eyes swept over Kane, Kane's cold eyes were also staring at him.
Kane put his hand on the gun handle at his waist, and a group of fully armed soldiers behind him also showed their weapons.
"not to be trifled!"
The buyer looked at Kane's cold eyes under the mask. He was very familiar with that look. It was the look that only the top mercenaries possessed.
The guy with the target eye who used to follow his boss always had this kind of look in his eyes. He looked at him as if he was a dead person, which always made him very uncomfortable.
But this nasty guy is dead.
Thinking of this, the big man's eyelids blinked rapidly a few times like a reptile.
"Not bad, as we agreed before, we want all the 2 billion super US dollars, one hundred million!"
The buyer weighed the strength of both parties and felt that the manpower he brought could not defeat the other party, so he decisively started the normal business model.
"One hundred and fifty million!"
After listening to the big man's offer, Kane shook his head, stretched out his fingers, and made a one and five gesture.
"We have no problem selling our goods. With 150 million, you have enough channels to sell these super US dollars as normal money, and you can make more than ten times the profit!"
The big man blinked. As the leader of Jin Bing's men, his mind was naturally not simple.
He knew that what Kane said was right. With Kingpin's underground kingdom, hundreds of millions of US dollars could be laundered clean with just a few rounds of circulation.
But no one in business would complain about earning little.
"120 million. Money laundering also costs money, and too many counterfeit bills will easily attract the FBI's attention. You've saved yourself the trouble, but we need to bear this part of the risk, at most 120 million!"
Kane glanced at him and nodded.
"This is a Swiss bank account. One hundred and twenty million has been deposited into this account. You can take all the money away!"
Kane handed the big man a piece of paper with a string of bank accounts on it.
As Kane clapped his hands, two soldiers pulled back the tarpaulin covering the truck and opened the trunk door.
Freight trucks commonly seen in the Federation, some of which resemble a transformed version of Optimus Prime, pulling container-like carriages.
After the two soldiers opened the car door, the big man and the gunmen he led all gasped.
Two billion U.S. dollars filled the truck compartment. The dark green bills lay quietly in the compartment. Even the big man couldn't help swallowing.
Even though his boss is the famous underworld king, he has no shortage of women, houses and money.
But he had never seen so much cash piled up together, and the visual impact was too shocking.
He even doubted whether his boss had ever seen so many piles of cash, even if it was super US dollars.
"Hold on!"
The big man gestured to Kane, walked aside, and dialed Kingpin's number.
"Hey, boss, I've found the goods. Yes, the C-level money detector can't recognize it. 120 million. OK! I understand!"
The big man sent the account number via his mobile phone.
Five minutes later, Kane's phone rang. Kane answered the call and hung up quickly.
"It's a pleasure to work with you. This car is for you!"
Kane received a call from the finance department and confirmed that the money had arrived. He did not stay any longer and led his men to evacuate in an orderly manner.
It was not until Kane and others' car drove away that the big man's feeling of being stared at disappeared.
Sniper, the big man looked at the high ground outside the farm, with a hint of shock and anger in his eyes.
…
A martial arts school in New York's Chinatown.
The courtyard was paved with bluestone slabs. Tang Song was wearing a full set of protective clothing, a mask, and holding a bamboo sword, moving lightly.
His opponent was wearing a fully enclosed helmet, his face could not be seen underneath the helmet, and he was holding a bamboo sword in his hand.
However, it can be seen that as an opponent of Boss Tang, he did not feel at ease even though he was fully armed.
call!
Tang Song gripped the bamboo sword tightly with both hands, and with a slashing blow, the sword whistled and cut Frank's neck directly.
His attack was brutal and brutal, and there was no sign of any intention to compete with him.
The man in the helmet dodged and turned the bamboo sword in his hand to block Tang Song's sharp bamboo sword.
Bang!
The enormous force almost broke the two expensive bamboo swords apart.
The helmeted man's hands trembled, and he drew his sword. The bamboo sword was like a poisonous snake, and it pounced on Tang Song's chest.
With such force and speed, even an ordinary bamboo sword can break stones and wood, and penetrate gold and iron.
Tang Song combined his waist and horse, drew the sword with his backhand, cut horizontally, and chopped down. His moves were as fast as lightning, and Tang Song swung the sword.
With a click, the bamboo sword in the helmeted man's hand broke into two pieces.
The bamboo sword was placed horizontally on the neck of the man in the helmet. Tang Song shook it slightly and hit his helmet.
He casually put the bamboo sword aside, took off his protective mask, picked up a towel from the shelf next to him, and wiped his hands.
"Boss, Jin Bing ate everything!"
Kane, dressed in a black suit, walked into the martial arts training ground, approached Tang Song and reported the situation.
"Keep an eye on them, see when they ship goods, and distribute our goods through their channels as well!"
A gleam of light flashed in Tang Song's eyes. As long as the fish is willing to take the bait, that's good.
If Tang Song sells 2 billion US dollars himself, he can make a profit of 400 million. The reason why he sells it to Jin Bing at a price of 1.2 is that Tang Song wants Jin Bing's bulk goods.
He wanted to prepare a big gift for Jin Bing.
"Remember, our 3 billion will all be spent in Jin Bing's place!" Tang Song pondered for a moment:
"Lian and I are going to Italy tomorrow. You and Frank will be in charge of things in New York!"
"I understand, boss!" Kane took a deep look at the helmeted man standing beside him. After Tang Song briefly explained some things in New York, he turned around and left the martial arts gym.
"It can be seen that Mr. Tang is a man who will avenge himself!"
The helmeted man waited until Kane walked out of the martial arts gym before he spoke slowly.
Tang Song laughed, "That's just my personality. I don't like to suffer losses!"
Before he finished speaking, Tang Song waved his hand and a white light flashed at his fingertips.
With a click.
The helmet of the helmeted man broke into two and fell to the ground.
Behind the mask was an old face with dark skin, a slightly mottled beard and wise eyes, making him look like an elderly scholar.
"King Bing wanted to kill me, so he will die. Now, give me a reason not to kill you, Sloane!"
There was undisguised murderous intent in Tang Song's eyes, and the air around them seemed to freeze. A cut like a knife extended from the soles of Tang Song's feet to the soles of Sloan's feet.
Looking at the marks left by the blue bricks on the ground under his feet, Sloan's hands trembled slightly, and he calmed his mind: "If Mr. Tang wanted to kill me, I wouldn't be here!"
Tang Song raised his eyes and motioned for Sloan to continue.
"Mr. Tang, we were wrong in the last assassination. We are willing to show our sincerity!"
"Sincerity?" Tang Song looked at Sloan and shook his finger: "I don't need any sincerity. I'll give you a chance. Kill Jin Bing in one month. Otherwise, the assassin brotherhood will change its surname to Tang!"
The expression on Sloan's face froze, and his hands subconsciously went into his sleeves, where an old Colt pistol was hidden.
… …
Will the influx of 5 billion US dollars into the market cause great damage
As the superpower in the Marvel world, the Federation prints trillions of dollars every year.
The amount of 5 billion super US dollars flowing into the market is insignificant for the entire federation, but these super US dollars are so real that they are indistinguishable from the real ones.
Not to mention that the money printing machines in ordinary convenience stores, supermarkets, and car washes cannot identify the authenticity of banknotes, even the money printing machines in small banks sometimes cannot identify them.
The impact of this incident is huge.
As we all know, federal dollar bills are issued by the Federal Reserve.
It is printed by the Federal Mint, and the complicated process and anti-counterfeiting marks make it destined to be difficult to imitate.
But if someone succeeds in copying it, they will be stealing money from the federal government.
As a superpower, US dollars are not only the legal tender of the federal government, but also universally used internationally. If the fake super US dollars are not stopped, the consequence will be a chronic bleeding of the federal government.
The FBI is one of the world's most important federal intelligence agencies and is affiliated with the Federal Department of Justice.
The FBI's mission is to investigate criminals who violate federal laws, uphold the law, protect the Union, investigate foreign intelligence and terrorist activities, and enforce leadership and the law.
Simply put, the FBI is domestic, while the CIA conducts intelligence operations in other countries.
Now, both the FBI police and the CIA agents are like donkeys whipped by a whip, busy all the time.
The cause of the incident is simple. The Federal Reserve has received a lot of highly counterfeited US dollars.
As the federal central bank, it is independent of the federal government, which shows how powerful the forces behind the Federal Reserve are.
Now someone is trying to steal the meat from their bowls, and the Federal Reserve Chairman called the President's office directly.
Needless to say, with layer upon layer of pressure, the matter was soon brought to the FBI. Originally, the CIA had nothing to do with it, but during their investigation, FBI agents discovered traces of super US dollars appearing overseas, in Europe, and the Middle East.
The FBI boss shifted the blame to someone else and directly implicated the CIA with a phone call.
The CIA is responsible for the source of super US dollars abroad, while the FBI is responsible for the source within the federal government.
As the largest intelligence agency in the federation, it took them only a few days to identify the source of the super US dollars.
Kingpin, the underground emperor of New York, or the emperor of the federal underworld, a lot of super US dollars flowed out of his industry.
For a moment, the FBI agent in charge of the investigation was a little at a loss. Unless it was a newcomer who had just joined, no one wanted to provoke Kingpin.
Wilson Grant Fisk's information is kept in a special room at FBI headquarters.
It lists all his evil deeds, including kidnapping, extortion, smuggling, and drug trafficking...
There was a room full of incriminating information, but the FBI had no way to deal with Kim. This underworld emperor didn't mind being charged with making counterfeit money.
The mafia can now be conducted like a business... The Chairman and the Board of Directors will be - Kingpin!
This is Kingpin's classic quote.
Two FBI directors had wanted to take action against this arrogant man, but every time they made targeted arrangements, they only captured a bunch of minions.
As for Kingpin, his cunning personality, his large team of lawyers, and the intricate network of relationships behind him make it impossible for the FBI to do anything to him.
FBI Headquarters, Quantico, Virginia
"Kingpin!"
Armand Toles, who is over 50 years old, is the 15th director of the FBI.
The director sat in his office, listening to the reports from his agents, his brows almost furrowed into a shape of a "川" (a character in Chinese).
As the boss of the FBI, he naturally knew how difficult Kingpin was to deal with.
But the pressure from the president also made him feel uncomfortable.
Armand Tours sighed and was about to order FBI agents in New York to investigate Kingpin.
With the corner of his eye, he noticed a piece of document in front of him, a document sent from the New York Police Department.
… …
Chrysler Building, New York.
On the top floor of the building, Jin Bing, dressed in a white suit, stood in front of the French window with a cane in his hand. His bulky figure did not look bloated at all, and his fat body gave people an extremely strong and powerful feeling.
His business is spread all over the world.
In terms of martial arts, Kingpin himself is a top-notch fighter. After being injected with a secondary serum developed by the military, he possesses strength several times that of an ordinary person.
At this time, the underworld emperor, who was powerful in both military force and influence, had a gloomy look on his face. On his desk, there was a court subpoena.
What is the final destination of a gangster boss
This is not a philosophical question.
Many people would say that they are going to prison for further studies, which sounds like a hellish joke.
But there are indeed many powerful gangsters in the federal government’s prisons.
Among them are many of Jin Bing’s predecessors.
Their earliest existence can even be traced back to the Prohibition era, and their influence once spanned half of the federation.
However, after losing their value, they were thrown into prison and became worse off than a dog.
To clear his name, this has always been Jin Bing’s long-cherished wish.
No matter how successful a gang leader is, he will always be a urinal in the eyes of the real upper class.
Take it out when you use it, and put it under the bed when you don't.
Jin Bing doesn't want to be a urinal forever. Over the years, he has been committed to whitewashing himself and doing charity.
Today, he is a member of the New York City Council.
To be frank, his reputation among ordinary citizens is now even higher than that of some government officials.
And now, an arrest warrant and a court summons are about to destroy his image.
Kingpin grinned, his sharp white teeth like a bloodthirsty shark.
"Contact me with the top law firms in the federation and invite all the top lawyers!"
"Yes, boss!" The subordinate next to him lowered his head. In front of this moody BOSS, it was better for Ning Shao to say nothing.
The boss might be unhappy with something he said and be sent away with just a blow of the cane.
If a few stink bugs can't help but jump out, just crush them to death.
Jin Bing looked down at the tall buildings outside the building with an extremely gloomy expression.
… … …
Of course, all these things happened according to Tang and Song's plan.
To deal with an entrenched gangster, you need to first prune away the branches and vines of the big tree.
He made many enemies, and finally Tang Song gave him a gentle push.
Boom! The big tree fell down with a loud bang.
The news from New York was gathered bit by bit here at Tang Song's place. Tang Song was lying leisurely under a parasol in beach pants, his eyes half-closed under his sunglasses as he looked at the blue sea in front of him.
Poor Jin Bing, I wonder if he is so anxious now.
Tang Song picked up a glass of champagne on the small table next to him and took a sip.
Around him, four big white men in black suits and sunglasses blocked the various beauties who wanted to chat with him.
The super cruise ship, named Costa Concordia, departed from New York and headed for Italy.