American Comics: BOSS Invasion

A commotion rippled through the crowd, inadvertently exposing old man Yamamoto.

This guy was a major tycoon, his investment company raking in hundreds of millions every year, with over 90% of that being his own.

Usually, the company has dedicated brokers managing things, and old man Yamamoto rarely shows his face.

It just so happened that tonight was the annual Christmas Eve, and the company was holding its year-end celebration, otherwise old man Yamamoto wouldn't have appeared.

Clearly, the mercenaries had already thoroughly investigated old man Yamamoto's itinerary, which is why they specifically chose this time to come and ambush him.

His men quickly rushed up, dragging and pulling old man Yamamoto onto the stage.

Magnum wore an amiable smile: "Mr. Yamamoto, I've heard so much about you.

You enjoy a great reputation in the investment world, and I've heard that you've defeated many Wall Street wolves, which is truly admirable!"

The old doorman was covered in sweat, and cold sweat kept pouring out, but his expression was firm, his cheeks constantly bulging, clearly clenching his teeth tightly.

"Enough with the nonsense, what exactly do you want?"

"Simple, tell me the computer password!"

Magnum tilted his head and softly stated his request.

Old man Yamamoto sneered: "That's impossible.

Don't even think that I would tell you my password, even if you could get my password, it wouldn't be of any use.

Every morning at 7:00 AM, the database here synchronizes with the headquarters' database.

If you change even a single digit, the headquarters will restore it with one click, so don't waste your effort!"

Magnum chuckled: "Do you think I went to all this trouble, even locking down the entire building, just to change your company's data?

Compared to the entire investment pool, an investment of a few billion is nothing more than a drop in the ocean.

Aren't you overestimating yourself?"

Old man Yamamoto said: "If that's the case, what do you want?"

"My request is very simple!

In recent years, your investment company has enjoyed a great reputation on Wall Street, and I've heard that you've made a lot of money.

We have internal channels that know you've built a secret vault in your company's underground warehouse, and inside are 640 million US dollars in unregistered bonds!"

Qi Shan blinked: What a huge undertaking!

The carrot of 640 million is big enough to attract so many donkeys.

Roughly calculated, over 100 desperadoes, plus professional weapons and equipment, the initial investment is at least 5 million.

It seems that I'm just a side task, not the main target of this group.

But what era is this now? Unregistered bonds are basically obsolete.

The remaining unregistered bonds are treasures left over from various countries experiencing special periods in history, and their numbers are dwindling.

The unregistered bond itself represents value, and the amount on the bond represents another kind of value.

640 million US dollars in bonds, if you can find a formal channel to operate for three to five months, you may be able to exchange it for between 800 and 900 million, no wonder it would drive these desperadoes so crazy.

Most importantly, this thing is easy to transfer, just like it was made for criminals.

If this group gets away with it, I'm afraid the police won't even be able to find it.

When old man Yamamoto heard the words "unregistered bonds," the sweat on his face flowed even more: "You've made such a big move just for those unregistered bonds?"

Magnum sighed faintly: "Mr. Yamamoto is a successful person, rich and generous, and not sensitive to money.

But we are poor people, working ourselves to death every day for it.

Since that's the case, why don't we both get what we want, so tell me the password!"

Old man Yamamoto remained silent.

See this gun in my hand? That's right, it's the Magnum that just shot through the floor, three shots, creating a hole."

He slowly raised the muzzle, aiming it at old man Yamamoto's head.

"I'll count to three, tell me the password, otherwise your head will explode like a rotten watermelon!

Don't think I'm joking, I'm a very stubborn person.

And do you think I brought so many people here without having a few password cracking experts?

Don't be afraid to tell you, my team has experts in every industry.

Your so-called underground vault can stop others, but it will definitely not stop me, at most it will only delay me for a while.

So while I'm still calmly talking to you, can you tell me the password, or else I'll have to send you to see the Buddha in the Western Paradise!

Oh, right, it seems that you Japanese worship Jizo Bodhisattva!"

Magnum even pretended to scratch his head, looking puzzled.

Qi Shan hesitated slightly.

Although the death of the Japanese old man has nothing to do with him, but a few minutes ago, he had just decided to become a policeman, and now he is ignoring the hostage dying in front of him, is it a bit of a slap in the face?

As the old saying goes, you have to love what you do.

Since he has already entrusted the very promising job on the killer side to the Smith couple, letting them develop and grow on his behalf, then he might as well devote himself to the police career and promote social progress from another aspect.

Thinking about it this way, it seems that old man Yamamoto really can't be allowed to die here.

A leaf shook slightly, and then an invisible vortex flashed in the air, and a grenade appeared out of thin air and fell to the corner with a clatter.

Originally, the hall was in a suppressed atmosphere, and everyone was nervously watching the stage, fearing that the robbers would really shoot.

The hall was extremely quiet, with only the two people on the stage talking.

At this time, the sudden clanging sound instantly attracted the attention of many people.

Magnum glanced subconsciously, and suddenly saw a bouncing grenade, his pupils suddenly contracted.

"Damn it!"

Boom!

With an explosion, several flower pots in the corner were directly smashed, fragments splashed everywhere, and the ground was scorched black.

Magnum stood up abruptly and roared: "There are still people hiding in the dark, dig them out for me!"

Just as the robbers were about to move, a large amount of white smoke suddenly appeared from the ceiling.

"What's going on?"

"Not good, sleeping gas!"

"Move quickly, hurry up, pay attention to vigilance!"

"Someone must be playing tricks, find them for me!"

The robbers were in a panic.

They had anticipated many emergencies, but they never thought that such a large-scale sleeping gas would appear in the building.

This is simply impossible!

They didn't carry gas masks with them and had to evacuate the hall as soon as possible.