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Bang!
In early to mid-November 1991, in the office of the deputy director of the FBI headquarters building.

"F**K, did you all grow up eating shit? Five small teams we sent out in a row were all wiped out, and we can't get a single message back. Our eyes in Moscow have all been shattered by the enemy. Are we supposed to ask the CIA for help?"

As the deputy director of the FBI, Brian Ward didn't really need to pay attention to these things, because they were trivial matters.

But what is the situation in Moscow now?
This is basically the most critical moment. If Gorbachev doesn't resign, how long can Yeltsin hold on?
Is it possible for it to resurface?
No one knows!
If the FBI is turning a blind eye in Moscow, then George Herbert will definitely allocate more resources to the CIA.

However, the FBI and the CIA are natural enemies.

Don't give me that the CIA deals with external affairs while the FBI deals with internal affairs.

Against the backdrop of today's great wave of economic globalization and the international context in which the United States is about to become the world's only superpower.

The FBI has also extended its reach overseas in order to gain more benefits.

Yes, it's all about profit!
Leaving aside his deputy director Brian Ward, let's talk about Daniel, the FBI's California field director. This guy did quite well in California. In his short tenure of less than five years as director, Daniel's personal assets skyrocketed to at least eight million dollars.

Although Brian Ward did not find out exactly how much money Daniel had.

After all, we're all special agents, and there are plenty of safe houses and other secret locations.

No matter the situation, intelligence agents always leave themselves one, or even many, escape routes.

As long as you don't die on the spot, you have a chance to make a comeback.

Brian Ward has a safe house in several locations, including Montana and Texas, as well as in London, Paris, Bonn, Tokyo, Hong Kong, and Singapore.

The place where he hid the least amount of money was on his farm in Montana, next to a large tree 30 meters from the lake. He dug a hole there and hid three million dollars worth of gold and five million dollars in cash.

If such a small place has so much money, then other safe houses must have even more.

Others may have three burrows, but he has who knows how many.

So as long as he survives and escapes, he will have the opportunity to get the money and then rearm himself.

At this moment, the three men standing in front of Brian Ward didn't dare to breathe loudly, and could only listen to the reprimand with their heads bowed.

Honestly, Brian Ward is truly frightening when he gets angry.

"God!!!"

“You three get out of here right now and figure something out. I’m giving you three days. If we still can’t find out what’s going on in Moscow after three days, then you can submit your resignations.”

"Fuck, what are you still standing there for? Are you waiting for me to shoot you?"

Seeing that they were still standing there without moving, Brian Ward became even angrier.

The three of them walked out of the office with long faces.

Three days?

Haha, after three days, I doubt we'll be able to figure out the situation in Moscow.

After all, it's not as simple as just sending agents to Moscow.

Given the suddenness of the situation, it wouldn't be easy to temporarily dispatch special agents to Moscow to investigate.

But there was no other way; we could only immediately notify our branches in Germany, France, and the UK to send people over, and we're rushing there now.

London, Great Britain, FBI UK Division.

Daisy Carter, nicknamed the Black Widow, received orders from her superiors and immediately set off for Moscow to investigate.

"According to our information, all of the FBI's agents in Moscow were wiped out within a week; not a single one survived."

"Your good friend Colleen Brown has also sacrificed her life."

"To this day, we still don't know whether there are foreign forces or local forces in Moscow. In any case, this mission is extremely difficult."

Nick Dean, the partner, was talking incessantly next to Black Widow Daisy Carter as the two walked out of the London branch office building.

The latter suddenly stopped, stood at the door, and said to Nick Dean:
“Nick, I know you mean well, but there’s no need to go into these things with me. You know I hate it when people keep chattering in my ear. I need some peace and quiet right now, understand?”

Nick Dean could only raise his hands in a gesture of surrender:

"OK, you're the boss, you're in charge."

For the remainder of the journey, upon arrival at Moscow airport, Nick Dean remained quiet.

The two men successfully entered Moscow by disguising themselves.

When they passed through customs, the staff checked their passports and visas, then smiled and congratulated them, wishing them a pleasant trip in Moscow.

Whether it would be pleasant or not, Daisy Carter didn't know, but she knew she would be very busy ahead.

Martinez once again visited the super dollar factory in the area where the Moscow suburbs meet the city.

Every now and then, Martinez would come to the factory to check on things.

Since the establishment of this super dollar factory, it has brought the Want Want Group tens of billions of dollars in profits, and it is not far from breaking two hundred billion dollars.

This is absolutely a super treasure trove.

Gusinski was indeed caught up in the hype. Before October, he had already added several more production lines, so that the factory is now able to print a lot of super-sized US dollars every day.

Once these super dollars enter the market, they are dollars, and their purchasing power remains unchanged.

Therefore, with such an amazing factory, Martinez was naturally very nervous and cherished it greatly.

"what are these?"

"Oh, these are exquisite carpets imported from Italy, and these are porcelain pieces imported from China."

In a corner of the factory warehouse, Martinez saw these things during his inspection and asked a question out of curiosity.

That's when he realized that Gusinski really knew how to enjoy himself.

Porcelain, carpets, custom-made suits, central air conditioning, and so on—basically anything related to enjoyment, Gusinski summed it up in one word: buy, buy, buy!

Martinez's lips twitched slightly, and he muttered under his breath that the other person was a nouveau riche, before ceasing to pay attention to the matter.

For him, it's actually a good thing that the other party is willing to spend money to enjoy themselves.

Conversely, if the other party gives the money to others, it means that Gusinski has developed inappropriate ideas, which is very dangerous.

Unfortunately, Martinez did not expect that Gusinski would pull a trick called "crossing the Chencang pass in secret".

Just as he left the factory and returned to the Want Want Group's headquarters in Moscow, he received a message from his subordinates: Gusinsky had dinner with Yeltsin the previous night.

This is definitely not a good thing.

Who was Yeltsin?
Gusinski's move at this critical juncture was practically suicidal.

Martinez did not act on his own, but instead made a phone call to Bofain.

Upon learning of this, the latter also sensed something was wrong and immediately notified other senior executives to hold a meeting.

In a primeval forest in Alaska, Zheng Baoyin, Wang Jianchao, and others were hunting with their elder, Wang Duoshi.

Bang!
"Haha, finally hunted down a black bear! This time it should have been a one-shot kill. Huh, it can still run? Is its hide that thick?"

Just as Wang Duoshi was laughing heartily, the black bear he had hit suddenly got up and ran away.

It was just over a hundred meters away, which is a very close distance.

Black bears have thick skin and flesh, so unless you have a high-powered rifle or bullets that aren't powerful enough, you can't kill a black bear in one shot.

"Chase!"

Zheng Baoyin whistled, and several hunting dogs beside them rushed out.

Having hunting dogs to help during a hunt can indeed save a lot of trouble.

When a wild animal is injured, as long as it doesn't die immediately, it will definitely go berserk and then act rapidly.

At this point, if any human or animal approaches, the beast will become even more ferocious.

However, it's different with hunting dogs.

"Oh, it would be perfect if Uncle Nine came hunting too."

Wang Jianchao, who was standing next to him, remarked with emotion.

But at that moment, Zheng Baoyin's satellite phone rang.

"Hey, meeting? Okay, it'll be fine in half an hour. Hmm, Jianchao's next to me. Okay, I'll let him know."

After hanging up the phone, Zheng Baoyin said to Wang Jianchao:
"Unexpected situation. Gusinsky is probably up to something, and it concerns that factory. We must be careful."

"Okay, then I'll go and talk to Uncle Ten."

Half an hour later, Wang Jianchao and Zheng Baoyin held a conference call in the camp.

After discussing it, everyone decided to have Zheng Baoyin and the others report to Wang Duoyu.

This is a big deal; it would be better to ask Wang Duoyu for his opinion.

Although Wang Jianchao and others thought it was unnecessary, after all, Wang Duoyu was too busy to deal with such trivial matters.

It was a big deal for them, but Wang Duoyu had already said that he had never agreed to the idea of ​​a super dollar factory.

Because compared to manufacturing companies and financial companies, the super-dollar factory is much more blatant.

In fact, financial companies are also predatory in nature. After all, these companies do not produce any goods, but they are able to earn excessive profits. In essence, they are plundering the wealth of other people.

The Super Dollar Factory, on the other hand, directly undermines the Federal Reserve.

The levels are completely different now.

"Okay, I'll inform my uncle."

Zheng Baoyin said that after the meeting, he called his uncle around 7 p.m. Beijing time.

At this moment, in the lakeside villa of Harbin Institute of Technology's Weizigou campus in Harbin.

Wang Duoyu and his family were preparing to eat dinner, while he was washing his hands in the bathroom.

"Dad, I learned a new song today, would you like to hear it?"

At the bathroom door, little Wang Qianqian started singing to herself without waiting for her father's reply.

"A pair of hands beyond repair"

The little one sang Beyond's "Really Love You," but her Cantonese pronunciation wasn't very standard, probably because she's just starting to learn.

When she sings other Cantonese songs, such as "Glorious Years," which she is very familiar with and has sung many times, she sings it very standardly.

Children are naturally good at imitating, and with her mother's influence and the fact that Li Rongrong and other children also liked Cantonese songs, Wang Yifei naturally had such a learning environment.

If you ask her to speak Cantonese, it would definitely not be standard, and would even sound very awkward.

"That was beautiful, Sisi sang wonderfully, but we need to eat now, let's go."

"Okay, Daddy, hug me."

Upon seeing this, Liu Xiaoli immediately laughed:

"Wang Qianqian, what do you want to do? You're so big, do you still want your dad to carry you? How embarrassing!"

"Hehe, I want Daddy to hold me, humph, Daddy won't hold you."

Childish devil!
Wang Duoyu shook his head and chuckled, picked up his bowl and chopsticks to eat, and turned his gaze toward the television.

He and his children have developed the habit of watching the news broadcast while eating.

"Good evening, viewers. Today is Sunday, November 10th, the fifth day of the tenth lunar month. Welcome to the 'News Broadcast' program. Today's main content includes..."

Today marks the opening ceremony of the 4th National Traditional Games of Ethnic Minorities, held in Nanning.

This is the only news worth noting; there doesn't seem to be any other news.

But just as Wang Duoyu was picking up some food, Zheng Baoyin called.

"Baoyin, you really know how to pick your time to call. So, what's up?"

After the call connected, Wang Duoyu's smiling expression quickly disappeared.

If it weren't for the insect-shaped drone, Martinez would have had no way of knowing that Gusinsky had eaten with Yeltsin.

To catch a thief, you must catch him red-handed; to catch an adulterer, you must catch them in the act.

Everything needs to be based on evidence.

However, the Gusinsky case doesn't actually require any evidence.

What time is it now, after all?
So Gusinski did this because he was arrogant, which led him to have inappropriate thoughts.

Hmph, if you're so good at causing trouble, then you're not suitable to be a partner.

“Baoyin, you know better than I do how to handle this. All I can say is that you must clean up the mess and take the super dollar factory with you. If that doesn’t work, destroy it, but absolutely do not expose it. Understand?”

Wang Duoyu returned to his study, closed the door, and gave a stern warning.

He didn't say that Martinez's remarks, which were detrimental to unity, could be abandoned at an appropriate time.

However, the Want Want Group must not be exposed.

Gusinski had to be abandoned, but the super dollar factory was too important for Zheng Baoyin to give up.

Moreover, O'Brien and his executives are probably not willing to give up.

However, how to manage and set up the super-dollar factory is a major problem.

Even when tempting someone with benefits, you need to be careful not to go overboard; you can't just do whatever you want.

"Uncle, I understand."

Zheng Baoyin nodded solemnly and continued:
"If we want to take control of the super dollar factory, do you have a better idea on how to relocate it, Uncle?"

"No, you'll have to figure it out yourselves."

Wang Duoyu refused without hesitation, and then warned again:

"I must warn you, this mentality of getting something for nothing is unacceptable, or I'll have to personally deal with you later."

"Uncle, don't worry, I'm definitely not that kind of person. And although our Want Want Group isn't doing as well as it was last year, we'll definitely take steady steps and won't do anything reckless. You can rest assured."

Wang Duoyu was unconvinced by his assurance.

When it comes to profit, anything can be sold.

The emergence of super-sized dollar factories will inevitably lead to fierce competition and bloodshed in the future.

Of course, there have already been quite a few bloody battles.

After hanging up the phone, Wang Duoshi went to Zheng Baoyin and the others:
"Baoyin, when are you going to Moscow? We've been hunting here for several days now, and we're getting a bit bored. Plus, it's almost mid-November, and the Spring Festival is just around the corner."

He was already getting impatient to make money.

Wang Jianchao and Zheng Baoyin exchanged a glance, both seeing the helplessness in each other.

It seems that going to Moscow is unavoidable.

But before going there, you can first visit the Exa Farm in Montana to meet Wang Duoshi's former subordinates from his time in the military.

A few days later, at the Exa Farm, Wang Duoshi met Pei Xiaojun and his group, and immediately fell in love with the place.

Because this farm is essentially a small military training base, and it contains a lot of firearms and ammunition from all over the world, including a significant amount of restricted weapons and equipment.

The abundance of ammunition in the farm's depot astonished Wang Duoshi.

I'll be staying here for a few days.

Zheng Baoyin and Wang Jianchao both agreed with his decision.

Moreover, they do have work to do now, so they can't stay with Wang Duoshi all the time.

In a five-star hotel room in Moscow, Daisy Carter is busy installing sophisticated equipment because the person she needs to eavesdrop on is right next door.

The FBI is practically blind in Moscow. With only one day and one night left of the three days given by Brian Ward, Daisy Carter and her partner Nick Dean need to get the intelligence information as soon as possible.

Otherwise, the US headquarters will definitely cause trouble.

If they don't want to change the boss, then they'll have no choice but to fight to the death.

On the other side of the hotel, Ortega, who had just entered the lobby to check in, suddenly smelled the scent of his kind.

He appeared calm on the surface, but he was already on high alert inside.

As a CIA agent, Ortega is no ordinary agent, but a top-notch one. He has been in Moscow for twelve years and knows the city very well.

His public identity is now that of a Moscow nobleman, on a business trip from St. Petersburg to Moscow.

But he never expected to smell the scent of his peers in a five-star hotel.

However, at this time, there was nothing unusual happening in the hotel lobby, nor were there any special people present.

This puzzled Ortega greatly. "Is he French, or British?"

He didn't guess it was a KGB agent, nor did he suspect it was a GRU agent.

Because if people from these two units were to come out, they would definitely not be so discreet, so they must be agents from outside Moscow.

As Ortega looked around, in a very inconspicuous corner on the roof beams of the lobby, an insect drone was filming his every move.

The relevant information was transmitted to a truck several hundred meters away via laser communication technology.

In Moscow's winter, these kinds of trucks are everywhere, all over the streets, and it doesn't seem strange at all.

Moreover, because it is winter, many cars are on fire even when parked outdoors.

It's because Moscow winters are so cold.

If the engine isn't kept running constantly, it can easily freeze, and then you won't be able to start the car.

"Heh, looks like this is a big fish after all. The Americans' reach is too long!"

Inside the truck, the three team members chatted and laughed, finding some joy in each other's company.

Spying on others is a very tedious and boring thing.

They weren't just monitoring Ortega, but also Daisy Carter and Nick Dean, simply because the latter two wanted to eavesdrop on Caltim.

Yes, Daisy Carter and her partner are very formidable; they had already targeted Caltim as soon as they arrived in Moscow.

I really don't know how they did it, in such a short time?
Although Caltim wasn't a senior executive within the Want Want Group, he was still considered a mid-to-high-level executive and knew some of the secrets.

So after Caltim was targeted, he was investigated in reverse.

Martinez is personally overseeing this matter, and Bofan has also flown in from the United States, though he hasn't arrived in Moscow yet.

This is a very serious matter.

The fact that Ortega was also present at this five-star hotel is enough to show that both the FBI and the CIA are keeping an eye on Caltim.

If something really goes wrong, then if necessary, we'll have no choice but to abandon Caltim.

Three kilometers away from the five-star hotel, in a secret room in the style of Soviet architecture, the signal jammer was turned on at full power, preventing any signal other than laser signals from passing through.

Martinez is using the only telephone line in the room to communicate with the outside world.

At that moment, he was on the phone with Zheng Baoyin.

"So the situation is extremely critical, right? You've had a lot of contact with Caltim, do you think it's possible he's betrayed us?"

"Mr. Zheng, I think it's impossible!" Martinez said seriously.

“I saw Carl the day before yesterday, and he didn’t seem unusual when we were talking.”

Zheng Baoyin, on the other end of the phone, pursed his lips, clearly not wanting to complain.

After all, Martinez's judgment of people is still a bit lacking.

Gusinski was able to secretly carry out his plan, yet Martinez was completely unaware of it.

If the insect drone hadn't happened to discover that Gusinsky and Yeltsin were having dinner, Martinez would definitely still have been kept in the dark.

Moscow today is like a powder keg, ready to be ignited at any moment.

"Okay, I understand, but Martin, you can't act impulsively. You're very familiar with the rules of our Want Want Group."

After issuing the warning, Zheng Baoyin continued:

"Although I also believe that Karl wouldn't betray us, after all, our Want Want Group is very lenient with its executives, and it's still quite easy for everyone to make money."

“I really can’t imagine how much money the enemy would have to spend to turn him, but the FBI and CIA are not companies that can be taken lightly. We have to be careful. Martin, you can’t risk your life.”

If Martinez still doesn't understand now that things have been said this far, then his death would be in vain.

Perhaps Wang Duoyu would be happier if Martinez were dead.

After all, as a result, very few people would know about the Super Dollar Factory, and Wang Duoyu really disliked it.

Because getting something for nothing can easily make people lazy.

In the future, it will be difficult to lead a team.

New York, USA: The headquarters office building of Want Want Group.

After hanging up the phone, Zheng Baoyin immediately contacted someone to investigate Caltim's recent situation, especially his cash flow.

Caltim's family is all in Ice City, so it's definitely not related to his family.

Before long, the investigation results were released.

"Multiple bank statements showed no abnormal data, and we also checked the situation of Kartim's family members, and found nothing unusual."

"For the past six months, everything Caltim has done has been perfectly normal, with no unusual behavior whatsoever."

Based on all the information available, it appears that Caltim has been wrongly accused.

After the situation was reported, everyone, including Wang Jianchao and O'Brien, breathed a sigh of relief.

They all didn't want anything to happen to Caltim. If he had truly betrayed the Want Want Group, then Caltim had to die; that was inevitable.

While everyone was silent, Lee Efra suddenly spoke seriously:
"Now that the situation is somewhat clearer, I still suggest we investigate Kartim's situation in Moscow thoroughly and closely monitor his every move."

"Furthermore, we need to find an opportunity to talk to the CIA and the FBI about why Black Widow and Ortega found Caltim at this time."

"Gentlemen, you all understand the principle that there's no smoke without fire, so I think starting with the other side might yield the information we need."

Everyone has selfish motives.

Whether it's Zheng Baoyin or Li Efra, they both have their own agendas.

Caltim was recommended by Li Efra, so he needs to do his best to distance himself from the situation and prove to everyone that Caltim is a completely fine person.

Otherwise, even if Caltim manages to weather this storm, it will be extremely difficult for him to advance to the senior management level in the future.

In fact, Want Want Group is already quite large in scale.

Adding more seats to the current senior management team would undoubtedly be extremely difficult.

This involves a conflict of interests.

Who doesn't want to make more money?
As the number of senior executives increases, the profits allocated to the original executives will inevitably decrease.

If an executive like Martinez brings his own resources and can significantly increase the Want Want Group's profits, then his joining is perfectly justifiable.

Especially now that Martinez is directly in charge of the super dollar factory, he basically controls the purse strings, which has greatly increased his importance.

Therefore, people generally welcome executives like Martinez.

However, for people like Kaltiem, Brumik, Picroven, and Matthew Baron, even after working in Moscow for a year or two, there is still a long way to go before they can enter the senior management level.

Lee Efra had his own selfish motives, and so did Caltim.

The best way to clear one's name is to start with the CIA and FBI.

“Okay, I agree!” O’Brien spoke up immediately, and Wang Jianchao echoed him.

Other executives echoed this sentiment, but Yabo Fein frowned and said:
"That's a good suggestion, but given the FBI's style, obtaining the information won't be so easy."

Dylan Dario spoke up at this moment:

"Yabo, I think it's quite simple, because we just need to ask George Herbert to help us find out."

Upon hearing this, everyone immediately nodded in agreement.

As the person in charge in Washington, George Herbert has spoken up, so the FBI and CIA certainly wouldn't dare not say anything.

However, this matter absolutely cannot be handled by people from the Want Want Group; we can only spend money to find a middleman on the black market to relay the message.

The best course of action is to let the people behind Raytheon handle this matter.

To make the task simpler, we need a detailed and meticulous plan to not only completely separate Want Want Group but also obtain the desired information.

Also, the fewer people who know about it, the better!
Once the plan was finalized, the meeting adjourned.

But just as the meeting was ending, Zheng Baoyin received news from the rural area of ​​Aksa that his tenth uncle had taken Pei Xiaojun and the others to Moscow to carry out a mission.

"You sons of bitches, who gave you permission to do this?"

Upon hearing this, Zheng Baoyin's pupils widened instantly, and he roared angrily at the phone.

"Damn it, why aren't you sending people to chase after him right now? If anything happens to my uncle, you're all doomed!"

Is this a big deal?

Even if it doesn’t count!
Wang Duoshi had spent nine years in the army, and he had previously pursued the enemy in Central Asia, managing to escape even when he was cornered.

how to say?

The phrase "a scourge that lives on for a thousand years" might not be the most fitting description, but it's certainly not wrong.

After all, Wang Duoshi was his biological uncle, and blood is thicker than water. Now that his uncle was personally going to Moscow to carry out a mission, if something happened to him, he wouldn't know how to go back to see his family back home.

So this must be a big deal.

But on the other hand, it's not a big deal.

Anyway, his ninth uncle probably doesn't care much about whether his tenth uncle lives or dies.

Zheng Baoyin couldn't explain it in detail.

Anyway, it seems that his ninth uncle doesn't care about many people or things, and his tenth uncle is definitely not one of the people his ninth uncle cares about.

Orlando Stewart, the manager of Exa Farm, was completely dumbfounded.

He truly hadn't expected Zheng Baoyin to be so furious.

At the same time, he did not expect Wang Duoshi to be so cunning, truly resorting to any means to get to Moscow.

No wonder Zheng Baoyin and Wang Jianchao both told him to keep a close eye on Wang Duoshi.

Ugh!
Meanwhile, in Yekaterinburg, a city near the border of Moscow, Wang Duoshi, Pei Xiaojun, Lao Zunli, Leiden Ortiz and the others were all gathered in a safe house.

"This is a safe house we set up here over the past six months, and we originally thought we'd never have the chance to use it."

Lao Zunli said with a smile:

"Captain Wang, what's the next step? Do you have a plan?"

The most important reason why Pei Xiaojun, Lao Zunli, Leiden Ortiz and others were willing to obey Wang Duoshi's orders was that he was surnamed Wang, and he was Zheng Baoyin's uncle and Wang Jianchao's tenth uncle.

This kinship cannot be faked.

In addition, Wang Duoshi served in the army for nine years.

The length of time and the experience involved were enough to earn the respect of Lao Zunli and his ilk.

Therefore, they were willing to follow Wang Duoshi because they hoped to live a life of luxury in the future.

“No, I have no plans.” Wang Duoshi wasn’t stupid; he stated his position directly.

"I came out with you this time to learn about the situation in Moscow, and also to make some money."

"You know this place better than I do, so I'll listen to you."

Upon hearing this, Jin Wenfeng immediately replied:
“Okay, Captain Wang, as you know, Deputy Captain Lao and I have been to Moscow many times, and we are particularly familiar with Yekaterinburg, which is why we came here.”

"Six months ago, when we came here, we discovered several Moscow nobles who were very wealthy here."

"You all know the current situation in Moscow, so we can spend the next few days investigating these Moscow nobles. If things are largely the same as they were six months ago, then we'll prepare our action plan."

Wang Duoyu asked a question: Why target the Moscow nobility?

Layton quickly explained with a chuckle:
"That's because these Moscow nobles themselves control a vast amount of wealth. They have a lot of gold, US dollars, antiques, and so on. These people are parasites in Moscow, and they deserve to die."

At this moment, Moscow is indeed in a state of utter decadence.

The entire country was already riddled with problems.

Gusinski and others like him were the real corrupt officials.

Therefore, dealing with this type of person was not a psychological burden for Layton and his colleagues.

"They're so rich, they must have bodyguards, right? Can our team complete the mission? And are we guaranteed to get the money afterwards?"

Wang Duoshi frowned again.

He was convinced half an hour later.

As the saying goes, a horse cannot grow fat without night grass, and a man cannot become rich without unexpected wealth.

Anyway, Yekaterinburg is located on the border with Moscow, so it doesn't get much attention.

They make a quick buck and run; even if someone finds out, they won't be able to catch them.

On the other hand, it's November now, and Moscow is already in winter, so many people want to stay home. This is definitely the best time for them to take action.

Dry!
Just as Wang Duoshi and his men began their operation, Zheng Baoyin and Wang Jianchao had already arrived in Moscow.

Both of them were very worried about Wang Duoshi, but they never expected that the latter would do such robbery and plunder.

How fickle people's hearts are!

They were easily fooled by a few words.

Haha, are you that short of money?
As the saying goes, "A son of a wealthy family will not sit under a dangerous roof."

But Wang Duoshi did something quite different; he went straight to the front lines.

Ugh!
Meanwhile, Black Widow, wounded, escaped the hotel and rushed into the slums. More than an hour later, she left the slums in a different guise.

Even insect drones couldn't track her.

She truly lives up to her name as Black Widow; her disguise skills are exceptional, and her vigilance is also incredibly high.

After evading numerous pursuers, Black Widow was not satisfied. She continued towards areas with more people, making sure there were no pursuers behind her before leaving.

A day later, Black Widow arrived at a safe house she had set up for herself on the outskirts of central Moscow.

Once inside the safe house, Black Widow Daisy Carter finally relaxed completely.

However, she also needed to treat the gunshot wound in her lower abdomen, which required the bullet to be removed.

So, after preparing herself, she took out her tools, bit down on the gauze, held the knife in one hand, sterilized it briefly over a flame, and began to treat the wound.

Almost as soon as the scalding hot blade touched her wound, her entire face contorted into an extremely ferocious and terrifying expression.

The pain was so excruciating; it was a pain that touched the very soul.

A few minutes later, she removed the bullet, and her face turned completely pale, devoid of any color.

This woman is truly ruthless; she's ruthless and decisive towards her enemies, and the same goes for herself.

After bandaging her wounds, Black Widow finally gave herself some time to rest.

A few hours later, she woke up again and ate something to fill her stomach.

They then began planning their next move.

Her partner Nick Dean had already been killed in the previous hotel battle, and now she would have to face all the risks alone.

She is the only one who knows about this safe house, so there shouldn't be any problems in the short term.

But now she needs to report her situation to her superiors and request support.

There's definitely something seriously wrong with Caltim, and he's very likely connected to the so-called super-dollar factory. If we dig deeper, we could definitely uncover some major intelligence.

"However, I can't get in touch with them right now, otherwise, hmph..."

Daisy Carter snorted, but accidentally aggravated her wound, causing her face to turn pale instantly.

She was actually quite lucky, because the wound wasn't very deep, and it was caused by a handgun, so the bullet wasn't very powerful.

Unlike her partner, who was not only shot by a rifle but also hit by several bullets and was unlikely to survive.

After regaining her composure, Daisy Carter, the Black Widow, continued to consider her next steps.

However, while she was recuperating in the safe house, on the other side of Moscow, in an underground interrogation room, Nick Dean, whose wounds had been bandaged, was still alive.

He was saved by two top surgical experts from the Magic Research Institute.

However, he fell into a coma and did not wake up until five hours later.

With those two top medical experts present, it would be difficult for Nick Dean to die; he would have no choice but to cooperate with the interrogation.

Otherwise, you'll suffer a lot.

"Tell me, where is your and Black Widow's safe house? What are its features?" (End of Chapter)