Courtyard House: Why is my time-travel experience so shabby?

Chapter 1024 Black Gold Empire?

"Super Engraving."

Oh, when he heard this word, Du Weiguo, who was hiding next door and listening in the dark, raised his eyebrows and was immediately interested.

This word is a bit unfamiliar, but in the current context, it should mean super engraving.

Guishou is a master in the field of counterfeiting. The thing that he can call a super engraving is most likely an intaglio steel mold used for printing money.

So the question is, which banknote has the highest value in the world today? The most widely circulated? The answer is obvious, naturally it is a beautiful knife.

Now, the only currency that is more valuable than the U.S. dollar and still widely circulated is the pound sterling.

However, the once-proud empire on which the sun never sets has long been in decline and has changed with the trend. Naturally, the circulation of pounds in the market is far less than that of US dollars, and now it is even less than one-tenth.

Of course, the purchasing power of the current ruble is also very strong, but the circulation scope is too narrow and the directionality is too strong, so it can be ignored.

Thanks to Citi Eagle's high global activity after World War II and a series of shameless expansion plans, especially its efforts in Asia.

Now in Korea, Japan, Bay Island, and most areas in Southeast Asia, U.S. dollars are hard currency and can be directly used as currency for consumption.

"Damn, it's true that heroes think alike. What kind of god is this? He actually thought of going with me. Does he also want to print US dollars?"

In fact, there are four intaglio steel molds hidden in Du Weiguo's space. They are the engravings of the 20-yuan forint (Hungarian) banknotes, and they are genuine.

These pieces of stuff were also found by Du Weiguo in the old Biden's manor in Bourne. Therefore, the Freemasons can really print money.

However, the circulation scope of welfare is too narrow, so these engravings are useless to Du Weiguo.

It is a pity that it is tasteless.

However, these unexpected carvings gave Du Weiguo some inspiration. He could also print money.

Ask, how can we bring down a country as quickly as possible? Answer, apart from war, there is only finance.

As a financial carrier, once currency depreciates or loses credibility, the impact will be devastating.

The reason why Du Weiguo was interested in Ghost Hands was because he wanted to print US dollars.

He had opened his mouth before in London, but the Freemasons didn't even blink an eyelid and took out a total of 60 billion new US dollars in one breath.

This move greatly stimulated him, and Du Weiguo even seriously suspected that the money was printed by them.

As for him, the current conditions are all ready, in eastern Persia, the desert area under the actual control of Miss Hu.

Although the sky is high and the emperor is far away, the industrial foundation is not bad. Printing factories, paper mills, and dye factories are all available. With a little integration, you can start printing money.

In addition, even the channels for selling stolen goods and laundering money are ready. The brotherhood's home base is also located in the hot desert over there, even quite close to Persia.

Although the Brotherhood is now in decline, it has its own independent channels and networks in various illegal places, which can completely absorb most of the counterfeit money.

According to the resources Du Weiguo currently has at hand, as long as he has engravings, he can immediately start building his own black gold empire.

As for reputation, what the hell is that? He is already the world's largest D-money dealer, but he still cares about becoming the largest counterfeit banknote maker at the same time?

"Ghost Hands! What do you mean? Isn't this the price we have agreed on a long time ago? Do you want to regret it temporarily?"

At this moment, in the manager's room, the strong man's eyes suddenly lit up with a dangerous light, his fists were clenched fiercely, and the veins in his palms popped out, making a loud banging sound.

"Hey, don't scare me. My heart is not very good. If you scare me to death, you will never get the super engraving."

Guishou was confident and didn't care about the threat of the strong man at all. He covered his heart with a lewd expression and a joking tone.

The strong man stared at him fiercely, his expression changed again and again, and finally he slowly loosened his fist and asked in a low voice:

"Okay, stop acting, Guishou, tell me, what do you want?"

"Hey, that's right. When it comes to buying and selling, there must be negotiation. These four super engravings are of excellent quality. It took me more than half a year to make them.

This thing is a money tree and a cornucopia. If I use it to print money myself, can’t I just print as much money as I want? "

Guishou smiled sinisterly, looking like a scoundrel.

While talking, he licked his nails without haste. His thumbnails were quite long and made a clicking sound, which was disgusting.

However, the strong man sneered after hearing what he said. He even stretched out a finger and poked the ghost hand's chest with contempt on his face:

"Tch! Guishou, I think you are crazy about money, right? Just you, even if you can really print money, do you dare to spend it?"

The ghost's hand was stabbed in the fatal spot by the strong man, and he was speechless, and his face couldn't help but turn gloomy.

To put it bluntly, no matter how good his craftsmanship is, he is just a low-level person who cannot see the light and cannot be promoted.

He usually only makes small fuss, but selling some fake goods is a big deal. Printing counterfeit money, a high-risk business that is bound to lose his head and may even implicate the nine tribes, is simply not something he can covet.

Not only is he unable to do it, but a truly large-scale counterfeit money business cannot be messed with by any political power, and he will surely die.

Jing Guishou stopped talking. The strong man glanced at him with disdain, patted the travel bag on the table hard, and said in a cold tone:

"There is an old saying in China that goes very well. When you cross a river, you need to take off your shoes. How big your butt is, and what size pants you have to wear.

Guishou, you are a craftsman, and you are just a craftsman. This is the money you earn. You are too greedy, and you will die if you think about things that do not belong to you. "

A naked threat, the evil hand was exposed, his face instantly turned the color of pig liver, he slapped the table hard, and growled in embarrassment:

"Jin Zhongxun, are you bluffing me? Even if I can't print it myself, I don't have to sell the engraving to you."

At this time, after hearing this, Du Weiguo grinned and smiled silently.

He has basically guessed the identity of this strong man named Jin Zhongxun, North Korea, General Reconnaissance Bureau.

Damn, this small country on the peninsula is really strong. It has the most powerful people born in the 80s on the surface. Now his grandfather is no less willing to give in. He is directly eyeing Citigroup's currency system and wants to drain the bottom of the pot.

Upon hearing this, Jin Zhongxun's eyes turned completely cold, he stared at him like a razor, and his voice squeezed out word by word from between his teeth:

"Guishou, I see you are really tired of living!"

Guishou felt a little guilty after being stared at by him, but this was his territory after all, so he still refused to give in and yelled with a stern expression:

"Sa Xiao, you really think I'm scared. Do you dare to touch me? Just try and see if you can leave the island alive!"

Jin Zhongxun's patience was completely exhausted. With a sharp look in his eyes, he suddenly stretched out his hand to grab Guishou's collar, and punched him in the ribs with a casserole-sized fist.

This guy is a master of martial arts and knows his position very accurately. The location of the punch is exactly the subcostal nerve plexus of Guishou. As long as this punch is hammered down, it will definitely hurt him to the point of doubting his life.

But just when his fist had touched the corner of Ghost Hand's clothes, Jin Zhongxun's movements suddenly stopped.

"Puff puff~"

Suddenly there was a slight muffled sound downstairs, like rain hitting banana trees, dense but not chaotic, and very rhythmic.

This guy Jin Zhongxun crawled out from the dead. He has experienced hundreds of battles, has a sharp ear and eyes, and is extremely experienced.

In just a split second, he recognized that it was clearly the sound of an MP5 submachine gun equipped with a silencer.

This thing is an absolutely high-end product at the moment. The production is limited and the price is extremely expensive. It is definitely not something that the gangsters can easily get, and even they have no use for it.

Therefore, there must have been a third party force that suddenly broke in, and it was a very large and professional force.

Just by the sound of gunshots, Jin Zhongxun could tell that the number of uninvited guests who suddenly broke in was no less than 20, and they were well-trained and cooperated tacitly.

Right now, on this island, there is only one person who can easily put on this display, Citigroup's CIA.

"Kang Kang Kang~"

As if to confirm his judgment, a moment later, Makarov's unique gunshot and his death scream sounded almost simultaneously.

"Xiba! Guishou, how dare you betray me?"

Jin Zhongxun was furious. He originally grabbed Guishou's big hand by his collar, but instantly moved it up and grabbed his neck. His eyes were spitting fire and his tone was extremely ferocious.

He used all his strength this time, and his ghost hands couldn't breathe in an instant, and his face turned the color of pig liver. He tightly held the big hand stuck in his throat with both hands, trying to get rid of it.

However, Jin Zhongxun's hands were like steel poured into iron. No matter how he stood, they would not move at all. The ghost hands could only explain in a hoarse voice: "I, I didn't!"

"puff!"

Jin Zhongxun's free hand took out a sharp knife from nowhere, stabbed it into the ghost hand's thigh nerve plexus without hesitation, and then twisted it hard!

"Uh~"

The pain in the ghost hand almost made his eyes pop out, but because his throat was strangled, he couldn't even scream and could only groan unconsciously.

"Tell me, where is the engraving?"

Jin Zhongxun clutched the handle of the knife tightly, with a ferocious expression, like a ghost.

The ghost hand stretched out his hand, desperately trying to push him away, but because the difference in strength between the two sides was too great, everything was in vain. He was like a little chicken, with no power to resist.

The bone-piercing pain made Ghost Hand unbearable. While slapping Jin Zhongxun's hand, he begged with difficulty:

"Uh~ I can't anymore, it hurts so much. Let go. The engraving is not here. It's been hidden by me. Let me go and I'll take you there~"

"puff!"

The knife was pulled out fiercely, and then inserted back in like lightning. This time Jin Zhongxun twisted with greater force, and his ghost hand was shaking with pain, as if he had been electrocuted.

But at this moment, the gunshots and wails outside had stopped, but the sound of footsteps going up the stairs was heard.

Obviously, all their men have been killed. This group of CIA that suddenly broke in is gradually approaching, and time is running out.

There was a hint of urgency in Jin Zhongxun's voice:

"Guishou, don't play tricks, I'll give you one last chance! Do you want to say it?"

Guishou's face turned purple, his eyes were protruding and blood-red. Perhaps he felt the imminent danger of death. He finally gave in and replied angrily:

"Uh~, I, I said, just, right there~"

While speaking, he pointed at an inconspicuous potted plant in the corner.

Before he finished speaking, Jin Zhongxun rushed over without hesitation and kicked the flower pot to pieces. Sure enough, there was a tightly wrapped oilcloth bag hidden under the soil.

At this moment, the sound of rapid footsteps in the corridor was very close.

Jin Zhongxun surrounded the oilcloth. He didn't have time to check it. He just squeezed it with his hands and made a judgment before putting it in his pocket. Then he smashed the window and flew out.

Just a few seconds later, the door to the manager's office was violently opened, and several CIA agents wearing black combat uniforms, hoods, and armed to the teeth rushed in.

The ghost covered his neck with one hand, pointed at the smashed window with the other, and yelled:

"The carving, the carving, was taken away by him, he~"

When a field worker heard this, he quickly came to the window.

"Kang!"

At this moment, a gunshot suddenly rang out, and with the gunshot, blood suddenly burst out from the back of his head.

Needless to say, this man named Jin Zhongxun is indeed a troublemaker. Not only did he not survive after jumping from the third floor, he was also brave and careful, and even fired a carbine.

This is also the most correct and wise approach. It can not only avoid being attacked from behind, but also suppress it temporarily, giving yourself a chance to escape.

"Suppressive fire!"

"Jack of Spades, the rat on the east side of the outer wall, kill him for me!"

"5 of hearts, 9 of diamonds, go around from left to right immediately!"

The commander of this field team was a big man with a deep voice, a height of 1 meters, and as fierce as a brown bear. He was very calm and issued a series of orders quickly.

"Snapped!"

But just as his order was given, the unique sound of the SVD sniper rifle suddenly came to mind outside, and immediately, the urgent roar of his men suddenly sounded in his earphones.

"Head, the Jack of Spades was headshot. The opponent has a sniper. The location is in the direction of the port. Repeat it again. The opponent has a sniper!"

"Snapped!"

At this moment, gunshots rang out again, and the head of a special agent who had just rushed to the window and was preparing to suppress fire was directly hit by a bullet.

"Fuck! Damn North Korean pig!"

Commander Brown Bear cursed angrily, and then roared in the public channel:

"4 of Diamonds, are you dead too? Quickly kill this damn sniper for me!"

Immediately from the headset came the reply from the deputy sniper position, Diamond 4:

"Roger, boss, I have locked onto this bastard now, but he is very cunning and hid immediately without showing his face."

Upon hearing this, the commander strode to the window without hesitation, and quickly glanced downstairs. After just a moment of suppression with two shots, Jin Zhongxun had already disappeared.

"You stay here and watch this pig."

He ordered his two men a little irritably, and then ran out the door while shouting into the intercom:

"5 hearts, 9 diamonds, are you all asleep? Where are you now? If the mouse escapes, I will tear you apart!"

A moment later, Commander Brown Bear had already chased him out with his men. Guishou finally took a breath, covered his neck with one hand and his legs with the other, and stood up with difficulty.

He was a little bit hesitant, and asked in a confused tone: "Sir, sir, I, I'm seriously injured, can you take me to the hospital first?"

"Shit, fuck you! Why don't you die soon!"

Of the two special agents left behind, one of them had a very bad temper. He had just killed two of his companions. He was so angry that he kicked the ghost hand down.

Moreover, he had not yet calmed down, and was about to chase after him and continue to hit him, but he was pulled by his companion: "Doug, don't be impulsive, I don't want him to die."

Doug cursed angrily:

"Fuck! This bug should have been killed as soon as possible. Gray and the others would not have died. His daughter is only 2 years old this year!"

Just as his companion was about to continue persuading him, suddenly he seemed to see a dark shadow flashing out of the corner of his eye. He quickly turned his head and shouted a warning:

"Be careful~~"

His reaction was not unpleasant, but it was still too late.

"boom!"

His shouting stopped suddenly, and the sound of blunt objects colliding was heard. The two special service members' vision went black for an instant, and they fell down neatly.

"Gululu~"

Guishou, who had just gotten up, looked at the two grenades on the ground that were regarded as hidden weapons in horror. Then he raised his head again and looked at Du Weiguo who suddenly appeared, dumbfounded.

"You, where are you~"

"boom!"

Guishou also received a grenade on his head, and instantly fell to the ground softly. Unknown to anyone else, Du Weiguo walked in slowly and smacked his lips speechlessly:

"Damn, I forgot about you idiot."

Just now, Du Weiguo had pulled out a Makarov pistol from the space, preparing to kill the two CIA field agents and frame the blame on the North Koreans.

However, after hearing their conversation, I suddenly felt soft and changed my mind.

Although everyone has different positions, they are all flesh and blood people, and they all have their own families, parents, children, and lovers.

There is no need to kill them all unless absolutely necessary.

Du Weiguo walked quickly to Ghost Hand, first put away the travel bag on the table, then held him under his arm like a chicken, and jumped down along the hole made by Jin Zhongxun.

In the night, Du Weiguo's figure flashed a few times like a ghost, and then disappeared into the vast darkness.

(End of this chapter)