Beauty Comic Cultivation Record

Chapter 49 Layout

Author: Zhu Bajie who pursues dreams

Chapter 49 Layout

A stack of hundred-dollar bills was put into the currency detector, and the sound of brushing sounded.

"One hundred"

"cool!"

Listening to the prompt sound from the money printing machine, a big man rubbed his hands excitedly. With his excitement, the flesh on his face seemed to tremble slightly.

He brought the banknote detector. Although it was just an ordinary Class C banknote printing machine on the market, the fact that these super US dollar bills can fool these Class C banknote detectors shows that they can completely circulate in the market.

He knew very well what this meant. If this technology could be in their own hands, it would be equivalent to them printing money continuously.

Thinking of this, his eyes swept over the sellers and the manpower they brought with some evil intentions.

When he glanced at Kane, Kane's cold eyes were also looking at him.

Kane put his hand on the gun handle at his waist, and a group of heavily armed soldiers behind him also showed their bright faces.

"not to be trifled!"

The buyer looked at Kane's cold eyes under his mask. He was very familiar with that look, a look only possessed by the top mercenaries.

The Bullseye who used to follow my boss had this look in his eyes. He looked at him like he was looking at a dead person, which always made him very uncomfortable.

But this annoying guy is dead,

Thinking of this, the big man's pupils and eyelids blinked several times quickly like a reptile.

"Not bad goods. As we agreed before, we want all of these two billion super U.S. dollars, one hundred million!"

Unable to eat, the buyer weighed the strength of both parties and felt that the manpower he brought could not eat the other party, so he decisively started a normal business model.

"One hundred and fifty million!"

After hearing the big man's quotation, Kane shook his head, stretched out his fingers, and made a sign of one and five.

"Our goods are not worried about sales. We have 150 million. You have enough channels to digest these super US dollars as normal money, which is more than ten times the profit!"

The big man blinked. As the leader of Kingpin's men, his mind was naturally not simple.

He knew that what Kane said was right. In the underground kingdom of Jinbin, hundreds of millions of super US dollars could be washed away in just a few turns.

But in business, there is no one who dislikes those who make little money.

"One hundred and twenty million, money laundering also costs money, and too many counterfeit banknotes can easily be targeted by the FBI. You save yourself the trouble. We need to bear this part of the risk, up to one hundred and twenty million!"

Kane glanced at him and nodded.

"This is a Swiss bank account. 120 million has been put into this account. You can take the money away!"

Kane handed the big man a piece of paper with a list of bank accounts on it.

As Kane clapped his hands, the two soldiers opened the tarpaulin covering the truck and opened the rear door.

Freight trucks common in the Federation are somewhat similar to transformed versions of Optimus Prime, pulling container-like carriages.

After the two soldiers opened the car door, the big man and the gunmen he led gasped.

Two billion U.S. dollars filled the truck compartment to the brim, and dark green banknotes lay quietly in the compartment. Even the big man couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

Even if his boss is the famous underworld emperor, he has no shortage of women, houses, and money.

But he had never seen so much cash piled together, and the visual impact was too shocking.

He even had some doubts that his boss had ever seen so much cash piled up like a mountain with his own eyes, even super dollar bills.

"Hold on!"

The big man gestured to Kane, walked aside, and dialed Kingpin's phone number.

"Hey, boss, I've seen the goods. Yes, the C-level banknote detector can't identify it. 120 million, okay! I understand!"

The big man sent the account via his mobile phone.

Five minutes later, Kane's phone rang. Kane answered the call and quickly hung up.

"So happy to cooperate, I will give you this car as a gift!"

On the phone call from the finance department, Kane confirmed that the money had arrived, did not stay any longer, and directly took the people to evacuate in an orderly manner.

It wasn't until Kane and others' car drove away that the big man's feeling of being stared at disappeared.

The 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 gym in Chinatown, New York.

The small courtyard is covered with bluestone slabs. Tang and Song Dynasties wore full protective clothing and masks, holding bamboo knives and moving lightly.

His opponent wore a fully enclosed helmet, his face could not be seen under the helmet, and he held a bamboo knife in his hand.

But it can be seen that as Boss Tang's opponent, even if he is fully armed, he does not perform easily.

call!

Tang and Song held the bamboo knife tightly with both hands and made a diagonal slash. The wind of the knife roared and cut straight into Frank's neck.

The attack was ruthless and there was no hint of competition.

The helmeted man dodged and turned the bamboo sword in his hand towards his superiors, blocking the sharp bamboo sword of Tang and Song Dynasties.

Snapped!

The huge force almost caused the two expensive bamboo knives to fall apart.

The helmeted man's hands trembled and he drew his sword. The bamboo sword was like a poisonous snake, and it went straight to Tang Song's chest.

With this kind of strength and speed, even an ordinary bamboo knife can break stone and wood, and penetrate gold and iron.

In the Tang and Song dynasties, the waist and horse were integrated into one, and they drew the sword with their backhand, cutting horizontally, and slashing downwards. The shots were as fast as lightning, and they swung the sword along with the Tang and Song Dynasties.

With a click, the bamboo knife in the helmeted man's hand broke into two pieces.

The bamboo knife was placed across the neck of the masked man. Tang Song shook his head slightly and slapped his masked man.

He put the bamboo knife aside, took off his protective mask, picked up a towel from the shelf next to him, and wiped his hands.

"Boss, Kingpin ate the thing!"

Kane, wearing a black suit, walked into the martial arts training ground, approached Tang Song, and reported the situation.

"Keep an eye on them to see when they will ship the goods, and distribute our goods in their channels!"

There was a glint in Tang Song's eyes, as long as the fish was willing to bite the bait, that would be fine.

Tang and Song could make a profit of 400 million by shipping the 2 billion U.S. dollar bills themselves. The reason why they sold it to Jinpin at a price of 1.2 was because what Tang and Song wanted was Jinpin's bulk cargo.

He wanted to prepare a big gift for Jin Bin.

"Remember, our 3 billion will be scattered in Jin Bin's field!" Tang Song pondered for a moment:

"Tomorrow Ryan and I will go to Italy, and you and Frank will be responsible for the affairs in New York!"

"Understood, boss!" Kane took a deep look at the helmeted man standing aside. 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 person who must avenge himself!"

The masked man didn't speak slowly until Kane walked out of the martial arts gym.

Tang Song chuckled, "My personality is like this, I just don't like to suffer losses!"

Before he finished speaking, Tang Song waved his hand back, and a white light flashed across his fingertips.

There was a click.

The masked man's helmet split into two on the spot and fell to the ground.

Behind the mask is an old face, with dark skin, a slightly mottled beard, and wise eyes, looking like an elderly scholar.

"Kingpin 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 surrounding air seemed to have condensed. A cut like a knife stretched from the soles of Tang Song's feet to the soles of Sloan's feet.

Looking at the marks left by the green bricks on the ground under his feet, Sloan's hands trembled slightly and he calmed down: "If Mr. Tang wanted to kill me, I wouldn't have appeared here!"

Tang Song raised his eyes and motioned for Sloan to continue.

"Mr. Tang, the last assassination was our fault, and we are willing to show our sincerity!"

"Sincerity?" Tang Song looked at Sloan and shook his finger: "I don't need any sincerity. I will give you a chance to kill Jin Bing in one month. Otherwise, the Assassin Brotherhood will change their surname to Tang!"

The expression on Sloan's face froze, and his hand was subconsciously tucked into his sleeve, where an old-fashioned Colt pistol was hidden.

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Will the destructive damage caused by the flow of five billion super US dollars into the market?

As a superpower in the Marvel world, the Federation prints money in trillions every year.

The amount of five billion super U.S. dollars flowing into the market is insignificant for the entire federation, but it cannot stand that these super U.S. dollars are so fake that they look real.

Not only the money printing machines in ordinary convenience stores, supermarkets, and car washes cannot identify authenticity, but even the money printing machines in small banks sometimes cannot identify authenticity.

The impact of this incident is huge.

As we all know, federal dollar bills are issued by the Federal Reserve Board.

It is printed by the Federal Mint, and the cumbersome processes and anti-counterfeiting marks make it destined to be difficult to copy.

But once someone successfully imitates it, they will steal money from the federal government.

As a superpower, U.S. dollar bills are not only the legal tender of the federation, but are also used internationally. If fake super U.S. bills are not checked, the consequences will be chronic bleeding of the federation.

The FBI is one of the world-famous federal intelligence agencies and is affiliated with the federal Department of Justice.

The FBI's mission is to investigate federal criminal offenders, support the law, protect the commonwealth, investigate foreign intelligence and terrorist activities, and enforce leadership and law enforcement.

To put it simply, the FBI conducts internal intelligence operations, while the CIA conducts intelligence operations in other countries.

But now, whether they are FBI police officers or CIA agents, they are like donkeys being whipped with a whip, busy all the time.

The cause of the matter is simple. The Federal Reserve received many highly counterfeit U.S. banknotes one after another.

As the central bank of the federation, it is independent from the federal government. This shows how powerful the power behind the Federal Reserve is.

Now someone is snatching the meat from their bowl, and the chairman of the Federal Reserve called the president's office directly.

Needless to say, layers of pressure were applied, and the matter was quickly brought to the FBI. Originally, there was no CIA involvement, but during the investigation, FBI agents discovered that traces of super dollar bills appeared overseas, in Europe, and the Middle East.

The boss of the FBI diverted the trouble to the west and directly implicated the CIA in a phone call.

The CIA is responsible for the source of super dollar bills abroad, while within the federal territory, the FBI is responsible.

As the largest intelligence agency in the federation, it took them just a few days to pinpoint the source of the super dollar bills.

Kingpin, the underground emperor of New York, or the federal underworld emperor, a lot of super dollar bills flowed out of his industry.

For a while, the FBI agents in charge of the investigation were a little confused. As long as it was not the stupid young man who had just joined, no one wanted to provoke Kingpin.

Wilson Grant Fisk's information is stored in a special room at FBI headquarters.

Listed among them are his various crimes, including kidnapping, extortion, smuggling, and drug trafficking...

There is a room full of criminal information, but the FBI has no way to get the money. The underworld emperor does not mind being charged with making counterfeit money.

The underworld can now be conducted like a sale...the chairman and board of directors will be - Kingpin!

This is Jin Bin’s classic saying.

The two directors of the FBI once 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, with his cunning character, huge team of lawyers, and intricate network of relationships behind him, the FBI has no way to deal with him.

Quantico, Virginia, FBI Headquarters

"Kingpin!"

Armand Tooles, who is over fifty years old, is the fifteenth director of the FBI.

The director was sitting in his office, listening to the reports from his detectives, his brows almost forming the shape of "Chuan".

As the boss of the FBI, he naturally knew how difficult the Kingpin was to deal with.

But the pressure from the president made him uncomfortable.

Armen Turs sighed and was about to order the FBI agents in New York to investigate Kingpin.

He turned his eyes and noticed a document in front of him, a document from the New York Police Department.

…………

New York, Chrysler Building.

On the top floor of the building, Jin Bin, dressed in a white suit, stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with a cane in hand. He was as bulky as a mountain of meat, and his fat body gave people an unusually powerful feeling.

His business spans the world.

In terms of force, Kingpin himself is a top fighting master. After being injected with a certain secondary serum developed by the military, he has several times the strength of ordinary people.

At this time, the underworld emperor, who was both powerful and powerful, had a gloomy expression on his face. On his desk, there was a court summons.

What is the final destination of a gang boss?

This is not a philosophical question.

Many people would say that they are going to prison for further education, which sounds like a joke from hell.

But there are indeed many powerful gang bosses in federal prisons.

Among them are many of Jin Bin’s seniors.

Their earliest roots can even be traced back to the Prohibition period, and their influence once spanned half of the Union.

However, after losing their value, they were imprisoned and were as miserable as a dog.

To be clean, this has been Kingpin's long-cherished wish.

No matter how good 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, stuff it under the bed when not in use.

Jin Bin doesn't want to be a urinal all the time. Over the years, he has been committed to cleaning up his innocence and doing charity.

Today he is a member of the New York City Council,

To put it bluntly, his reputation in the eyes of ordinary citizens now even exceeds that of some government officials.

And now, an arrest warrant and a court summons are about to destroy his image.

Kingpin grinned, his teeth as white as a bloodthirsty shark.

"Contact me the top law firm 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, Ning Shao didn't say anything.

Maybe a certain boss was unhappy and sent away with a cane blow.

If a few bugs can't help but jump out, just crush them to death.

Jin Bing looked down at the tall buildings outside the building, his expression extremely cold.

……………

Of course, these things happened within the plans of the Tang and Song Dynasties.

To deal with an entrenched gangster, all you have to do is cut off the branches and vines of the big tree.

He defeated many enemies, and finally Tang and Song gave him a slight push.

Boom, the big tree collapsed.

News from New York was collected bit by bit here in Tang Song. Tang Song was lying leisurely under the umbrella in beach pants, looking at the blue sea in front of him through half-squinted eyes under his sunglasses.

Poor Jin Bin, I don't know if he was forced to be very anxious at this moment.

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 strike up a conversation.

The super cruise ship, named Costa Concordia, departed from New York and was destined for Italy.

(End of chapter)