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May 1995, Siberian primeval forest in the Russian Far East.

Bang!
Wang Jianchao, carrying the latest rifle, aimed at a Far Eastern golden shaggy dog ​​in front of him.

He searched for over ten days in the primeval forest before finally finding this enormous tiger.

It weighs at least 200 kilograms. It may not be a tiger king, but it is definitely a big tiger and quite fierce.

Several bodyguards stood guard nearby, alert to potential dangers in the surrounding area.

Two kilometers away, there were several mobile vehicles controlling several drones, providing support to Wang Jianchao and his team from the sky.

Just then, the drone emitted an unusual alarm, and several strange figures appeared.

"Let's zoom in and see, could it be a hunter from nearby?"

This is a pristine forest area, rarely visited by humans.

But there are also hunters nearby, and even some indigenous people who live in the forest. They don't easily leave the place where their ancestors have lived for generations, and they don't have contact with modern people.

Aside from purchasing essential daily necessities such as oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, and tea, they rarely travel to modern towns.

Even when trading, they prefer to barter.

The bodyguards had accompanied Wang Jianchao to the Siberian primeval forest several times, so they were well aware of this.

The images transmitted back by the drone clearly show the hotspot source, but it's unclear whether it's a person or not.

This is a primeval forest, and even with drones and thermal imaging equipment, sometimes it's impossible to determine whether the object is a person or an animal.

Therefore, it is necessary to send an insect drone to investigate.

Just then, they noticed that the light sources in the camera lens were moving forward rapidly.

Moreover, the direction they were heading was none other than the location where Wang Jianchao and his group were.

After the gunshot, it is indeed easy for people to discover something.

"Boss, someone has headed to your location. The target is about three kilometers away. There are about five people. We cannot confirm who they are or whether they are armed."

Wang Jianchao was speechless when he heard the voice coming from the walkie-talkie.

In a place like a primeval forest, someone is rapidly approaching him, but now the person in charge of reconnaissance tells him that they don't know if the other party possesses the truth.

What's the point of having bodyguards like that?

"Level One Alert!"

He didn't care about anything else; any stranger who approached him had to ensure his safety before he could communicate with them.

More than ten minutes later, three people appeared in Wang Jianchao's line of sight.

This indicates that two people are hiding in the shadows.

Then there's no need to ask; the other party definitely has malicious intentions.

Furthermore, they were carrying heavy weapons such as AK47s, suggesting they were professional soldiers.

"Friends, are you hunting tigers?"

Among the three, the leader smiled and spoke, seemingly unconcerned even with guns pointed at him by Wang Jianchao's bodyguards.

It's as if they don't think they're in any danger.

"Boss, my investigation reveals that these five men are likely KGB traitors, active in the Far East, willing to do any kind of work."

"Do it!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Wang Jianchao gave the order to take action.

However, the bodyguards' first volley of shots only killed two people; the leader was only seriously injured, having dodged the fatal wound.

Meanwhile, two KGB traitors hiding behind them also launched a swift attack, shooting and killing the two bodyguards.

From this perspective, the bodyguards' combat effectiveness was actually only average.

Could it be because the bodyguards are pampered and lack vigilance that things have turned out this way?
The truth is that KGB traitors live on the edge every day, and the slightest mistake could mean their demise.

They even carry guns while they sleep, let alone now that the time for battle is approaching.

In comparison, Wang Jianchao's bodyguards were indeed less vigilant and did not dodge immediately.

Or perhaps, they were too confident.

Other bodyguards quickly provided reinforcements, while at the same time, drones in the sky locked onto two KGB traitors hiding in the shadows.

In less than a minute, all five KGB traitors were killed.

A brief gunfight ensued, but Wang Jianchao was not afraid at all; on the contrary, he was quite excited.

Because he also killed a KGB traitor.

Okay, his bullet only hit the other person after the bodyguard had already shot him.

"Boss, let's retreat. It's no longer safe here."

"Okay, get rid of these five people."

More than ten minutes later, Wang Jianchao and his group had left the vicinity, but less than an hour later, people from the original gunfight scene returned.

The people who came this time were actually FBI agents stationed in the Far East.

This person has three identities; he is a triple agent.

And he only cares about money, nothing else.

Five KGB traitors were shot dead, leaving only bloodstains at the scene, which was not properly cleaned up.

The body was simply buried and covered with fallen leaves before the matter was settled hastily.

"Who is it?"

At the FBI headquarters in Washington, D.C., intelligence chief O'Brien receives intelligence from the Far East.

"The president of Pandora went hunting tigers in the Siberian rainforest and clashed with a KGB traitor?"

Investigating who has been in that primeval forest is naturally not easy for many people.

But for a double agent working for the KGB, it was a trivial matter.

Among those who have recently visited the Siberian primeval forest and are capable of taking down five KGB traitors, only Wang Jianchao, this super-rich man, is capable.

After reading the intelligence, O'Brien pondered for several minutes before personally contacting the head of the FBI office in the Far East.

O'Brien instructed the other party to thoroughly investigate the purpose of Wang Jianchao's trip to the Siberian primeval forest.

The intelligence report made it very clear that the mission was to hunt tigers.

Furthermore, Wang Jianchao is fond of beautiful women and keeps many female celebrities and models as his mistresses.

Then it becomes understandable that he went hunting tigers.

Anyway, the powerful tonics passed down from a certain large country in the Far East are things like tiger penis wine and tiger bone wine.

It is said that eating these things can make men more stamina and vigorous.

Even so, O'Brien insisted that the person in charge investigate thoroughly and not overlook any detail.

"Perhaps this Wang Jianchao is a tactic to mislead us, but what if it is?"

After dealing with this matter, O'Brien was summoned away by a phone call from Chief Brian Ward.

Inside the director's office, Brian Ward looked as if his parents had died.

"O'Brien, haven't you made any progress yet? We've been handling this mega-dollar case for so long, and we still don't have a single lead?"

Just two hours earlier, Brian Ward had been called to a meeting.

Then he was given a severe dressing-down by a representative of the Federal Reserve, a man named Rockefeller.

This person was very influential. Brian Ward, Baker Barnes, and Chadros were all well aware of his importance, so they dared not easily refute him.

They were all subjected to a barrage of insults.

Federal Reserve Chairman Alan Spencer stood by and threatened everyone, saying that the case had to be solved within three months, or else they would all die.

After the meeting ended, Brian Ward hurriedly called O'Brien over to ask about the details.

The current mega-dollar case is like a death warrant from the King of Hell; if it can't be solved, Brian Ward might really die.

Nobody's clean.

They were all like Oscar-winning actors, so Brian Ward didn't notice.

But what can you do when he's the one with the least seniority?

At this point, everyone is competing to see who has the strongest backing.

In any case, three months from now, Brian Ward is the most likely person to be eliminated.

That's roughly what happened, and Brian Ward was naturally very anxious.

"No, we don't have any useful information right now."

O'Brien's brows furrowed deeply, and he was utterly exhausted.

He wanted a promotion and also wanted to make money.

So he has been staying in the office working lately.

He rarely even goes home. His daughter called him and asked him to attend a party, but he only stayed for fifteen minutes before leaving in a hurry.

As for his wife?
They divorced a few years ago, and he's living a very carefree life now.

When you need to satisfy your physical needs, just make a phone call; lovers are everywhere.

So he is somewhat satisfied with his current life, but not entirely satisfied.

After all, he envied the lives of the wealthy, living in luxurious villas, having beautiful wives at home, and having hot secretaries and other lovers outside.

Most importantly, you don't have to live a life of constant anxiety.

Take Wang Jianchao, for example. He went hunting in the forest and stayed away for more than half a month without worrying about whether Pandora would be in trouble.

"Fake!"

Brian Ward couldn't help but swear, then fiercely demanded that O'Brien get back to work immediately and get things sorted out as soon as possible.

As he watched the other person leave, Brian Ward's mood plummeted.

He's only thinking about breaking this deadlock as soon as possible, otherwise he's really going to die.

If he really dies, then everything he owns will be taken away.

The most tragic thing in the world is dying before you've spent all your money.

Although there are still three months left, he is already very eager.

After all, Alan Spencer was targeting him.

Next, he met with other supervisors and made the same request.

After that, he left the office building; he was going to New York to meet his backer.

In a five-star hotel room on the top floor near Great Russell Square on Oxford Street in London, Great Britain.

"Boss, are we really going to take action against the British Museum?"

Austin, one of the master thieves, was looking through binoculars at the distant museum when he frowned and asked a question.

A Chinese woman named Zhou Ying, who was sitting on a luxurious sofa nearby, spoke up:

"Hey, right now the underworld is buzzing with rumors that many organizations are aggressively buying up antiques. They'll buy anything that's a national treasure, and the prices range from a few million to tens of millions of US dollars."

"Since it's so easy to sell, why can't we grab a piece of the action?"

"Anyway, I think the boss's decision is correct. Even if the British Museum is heavily guarded, do you think our Flying Squad is afraid of them?"

Sitting on the other side of the sofa was a woman with a hot figure named Lin Xiaohui, from Hong Kong Island, who was a top computer expert.

She is also quite famous in the hacker community, but she is not on any hacker lists because she is homeless and has no sense of morality, often unplugging the internet cable.

Most importantly, Lin Xiaohui always chose her residences very carefully, so even if someone wanted to investigate her, they would have almost no chance of finding any clues.

That's why she's so slippery.

This is probably closely related to her profession.

In fact, she is not short of money; she is just young and prefers this kind of exciting and stressful life.

She then spoke:

"I don't care about all that. If I have business to do, why should I hesitate?"

"It's just the British Museum; we've been there before. Besides, Zhou Ying is right, the boss's plan is flawless. Who knows, we might even achieve financial freedom this time."

Just then, another white man in the Flying Thieves gang, Giovanni Kin, suddenly said:

"Right now, the entire underworld is buzzing with talk of super-value dollars. What if the dollars we receive are super-value dollars?"

laugh!
Zhou Ying couldn't help but sneer:
"If the Federal Reserve were really that powerful, it would have already replaced the super-dollars. So what if we get super-dollars? Can we even tell the difference?"

Yeah, if I had that ability, I would have achieved financial freedom long ago.

Lin Xiaohui echoed:
"In fact, I would be willing to do anything if I could join this counterfeit money ring."

Austin, Zhou Ying, and Giovannikin, however, dared not make fun of each other.

Even though Lin Xiaohui has a hot figure and a pretty face, her fighting ability is not bad.

In addition, Zhou Ying really likes Lin Xiaohui, so if anyone dares to flirt with her, Zhou Ying will definitely take action, and no one's face will matter.

At this moment, Bai Lichun, the eldest brother who had remained silent until now, said:
"Everyone should stop talking about the super dollar. We shouldn't get involved in this kind of thing, and we can't control it anyway!"

“Austin, all of you keep a close eye on the British Museum. We’re moving in five hours.”

"If anyone wants to quit now, just tell me right away, is that right?"

The room was quiet; no one spoke.

Everyone has already arrived in London, so naturally no one would back out at this point.

Disputes are nothing more than differences in values ​​leading to differing opinions.

But none of them would feel bad about money.

When you're out in the game, everyone's just after money.

Bai Lichun scanned the crowd and said:
"Alright, since no one has brought it up, I'll assume everyone will be involved in this action plan."

"Therefore, if something goes wrong in someone's area of ​​responsibility, the share of the money will be reduced accordingly."

"Also, if things are not going to work out, we can't be too greedy. Our lives are more important, understand?"

Strict adherence to orders is one of the reasons why the Flying Squad has been able to evade justice for so many years.

And it is also an important reason.

As the gang leader, Bai Lichun was essentially the brains of the team, so everyone trusted his words implicitly.

Everyone nodded, then conserved their energy and waited for the time to come.

As night falls, the early hours of the morning are when everyone is most tired and sleeps the most soundly.

The Flying Squad began its operation.

They infiltrated through underground pipes, avoiding most of the alarms.

Most of the exhibits in the British Museum's galleries are not genuine.

Bai Lichun and his team had already confirmed this when they scouted the location.

Among this group of people was an old professor who called himself Liu Laohu, but no one believed that he was really that name.

Liu Laohu has a very deep understanding of antiques, especially domestic antiques.

His unwavering commitment to antiques means that if he says it's genuine, then it's definitely genuine; in any case, there hasn't been a single mistake so far.

In the antique industry, it's common to be fooled.

But that's for ordinary people or newcomers. For Liu Laohu, he's a veteran. He's handled tens of thousands, if not hundreds of thousands, of antiques.

He is also an antique collector, but he is rather greedy, wants a lot, and has a great fondness for national treasures.

That's why he accepted Bai Lichun's invitation to come abroad and help them in recent years.

With Liu Laohu's help, Bai Lichun was able to target the British Museum.

The antiques in the exhibition hall are all fakes or imitations.

After some investigation, Bai Lichun and his team discovered that there was actually a very spacious storage room beneath the museum.

Furthermore, this storage room has two underground floors, making it quite luxurious and spacious.

After determining the exact location, Bai Lichun and his team revised their action plan, which led to the operation that took place in the early hours of tonight.

To avoid alerting others and preventing them from escaping smoothly.

During the operation, Bai Lichun and his team were extremely cautious.

Besides the underground team, there is another action team on the surface.

Using her professional knowledge, Lin Xiaohui successfully rendered the cameras and alarms completely useless.

For now, all you need to do is avoid the security guards who patrol at fixed times.

Following the pre-arranged route, Zhou Ying, Giovannikin, and the others quickly arrived at the entrance to the underground storage room.

Now it was Zhou Ying's turn to step in.

Forcibly breaking down the door is definitely not an option; it requires advanced lock-picking skills.

Almost everyone in the Flying Squad has one to three unique skills.

These skills are quite impressive in the outside world, but they don't earn much money.

What's the point of performing acrobatics or something like that?
So they came together and formed the Flying Squad, which was a team with complementary strengths and no weaknesses.

Therefore, they have always been successful in their endeavors.

This time was no different; Zhou Ying quickly unlocked the door and then led everyone inside.

"Wow!"

As the group entered the underground storage room, they were all stunned by what they saw.

A large number of extremely precious treasures were simply placed in a corner.

Many of the paintings and calligraphy works had even become moldy.

Is this how they preserve these priceless antiques?
unacceptable!

"Stop yelling and get started. The boss and the others are still waiting outside."

Lin Xiaohui said calmly.

Giovannikin and the others acted swiftly, found the wall, cut it open, and finally met Bai Lichun and the others.

The entire team is here, so let's get started. Only take the national treasure-level antiques and cultural relics; ignore the rest.

Lin Xiaohui did not take any action; she continued to monitor the surveillance footage inside and outside the venue to ensure that their operation would not go awry.

There was no mole within the Flying Squad, but Bai Lichun was used to keeping a backup plan in mind.

Over the years, some people have left and others have joined.

So, when a new person joins the team, their true identity—whether they are human or a villain—can only be revealed when they are doing something big.

Halfway through the operation, Bai Lichun looked at Lin Xiaohui.

The latter shook his head knowingly.

However, just as her gaze returned to the computer screen, an unexpected event occurred.

There is a miniature surveillance camera located on a rooftop corner outside Oxford Street.

This was a camera that Lin Xiaohui herself installed to monitor the activity on the street surrounding the British Museum.

Bai Lichun had been overthinking things, thinking nothing would happen.

In retrospect, it seems the other party wasn't overthinking things, but rather incredibly prescient.

Police cars were already on Oxford Street, heading quickly toward the museum.

"Boss, there are police on Oxford Street. Let's execute Plan B."

Bai Lichun's face instantly darkened, and he nodded heavily.

At that moment, Austin, who was in the group, suddenly raised his gun and pointed it at Bai Lichun.

As a result, the latter did not give the opponent a chance at all and fired a shot in return.

The gun was drawn so fast that even Austin didn't have time to react before he himself fell down.

"Everyone hurry up, we'll evacuate in one minute."

"One bullet takes care of Austin," Bai Lichun calmly commanded loudly.

Zhou Ying, Giovannikin, and the others nodded emphatically, and then quickened their pace.

At the same time, Lin Xiaohui also joined the action team.

The group quickly left the underground storage room and moved rapidly along the underground pipes.

The original plan was for them to exit from another underground pipe entrance, where a truck was waiting.

But now, they can only leave by water.

Austin's betrayal made everyone in the team even more tense.

Because the other party may have already leaked their operation plan.

Therefore, even if we proceed according to Plan B, we still need to be extremely cautious.

Sure enough, as they appeared on the river in their speedboat, police officers quickly arrived from the riverbank in the distance.

There are also agents from MI6.

These agents are all elites among the elite in the military.

With the arrival of the special agents, Bai Lichun's mind raced.

They need to take these antiques away safely, so they need to figure out a way.

"Let's speed up and leave. Before crossing London Bridge, we'll stop; there are three cars there. We'll split up then."

Bai Lichun made arrangements quickly.

He had made other preparations well in advance.

Although it will cost more money, it can definitely come in handy now and save their lives.

They quickly abandoned the boat, packed all the antiques into a truck, and then drove away from the scene.

The special agents were rapidly closing in from behind.

Just as the car was about to pass by, Bai Lichun decisively pressed the remote control.

In an instant, a huge explosion rang out behind them.

The car driven by the agent was instantly blown away by the explosion.

The powerful shockwave, generated at a distance of less than five meters from the epicenter of the explosion, was extremely destructive.

This caused the car to fly away as if it had been hit by another car traveling at 250 miles per hour.

Now, even if the agent doesn't die on the spot, he will be seriously injured.

"What spectacular fireworks! They were so beautiful."

Zhou Ying turned around and cheered loudly.

Bai Lichun didn't say anything, but kept telling Paul Stone, who was driving, to drive faster.

He even wished the other person would weld their foot to the accelerator pedal.

Just as the car was moving away from central London, Bai Lichun suddenly realized that the car was heading in the wrong direction.

The next moment, he pressed the gun directly against Paul Stone's forehead.

"Paul, don't push me!"

"Bai, I advise you to give up resistance and surrender. You can't escape."

"Why betray me?"

"Hehe, I've never really joined your Flying Squad, so you're naturally not my boss."

"Tell me, who the hell are you?"

At this moment, Bai Lichun appeared somewhat fierce on the outside but weak on the inside, and looked rather crazy.

He has always acted very cautiously, and originally thought he could avoid the attention of the authorities.

Unexpectedly, his flying squad had already been riddled with holes.

Not only did Austin arrive, but Paul Stone was also a traitor.

Good heavens, how utterly ironic.

It's worth noting that Paul Stone has killed quite a few people, and he also played a significant role in the theft of the pink diamond in New York.

There had been several previous operations, and Paul Stone had always been very dedicated to them.

This led Bai Lichun to mistakenly believe that the other party was on the same path as him.

To everyone's surprise, the other party chose to betray them during this theft in London.

"I am an FBI agent, ID number..."

Boom!
Bai Lichun suddenly pulled the trigger, too lazy to listen to the other party's nonsense anymore.

The car almost went out of control, but Bai Lichun was a very skilled driver and regained control of the steering wheel immediately.

The car stopped quickly, and he kicked Paul Stone out of the car, then quickly got into the driver's seat himself.

However, at this moment, the agents had already caught up with him in a car more than a kilometer behind.

"You sons of bitches, go ahead and chase after them if you dare, let's see if you can catch up!"

Bai Lichun glanced at the rearview mirror, a ferocious smile spreading across his face. He slammed his foot down on the accelerator, and the car shot off like an arrow.

The other two cars, on the other hand, were unharmed.

After shaking off their pursuers, they quickly changed vehicles and headed to the agreed-upon evacuation point.

Bai Lichun was a little delayed because of Paul Stone, but he still managed to arrive at the evacuation point before the agreed time.

"Let's go, we don't have much time left."

This location is a marina, and there are many yachts nearby.

They will sail away from the dock and head to the designated sea area.

At this point, their entire evacuation plan was essentially complete.

The pursuers behind us are unlikely to catch up, so it's time to pop the champagne and celebrate.

However, due to the traitors Austin and Paul Stone, Bai Lichun and his group were not in the mood to celebrate.

After leaving with the antiques, everyone could only try to get the money as quickly as possible.

In Bergadeo, a small town on the Iberian Peninsula, all members of the Flying Squad arrived.

They will be here conducting antique transactions with the team from the underworld that buys antiques.

At the appointed time, they finally met the person.

"Very good, excellent!"

The head of the acquisition team was very pleased to see the antiques that Bai Lichun and his team had brought.

Influenced by the Federal Reserve, the Super Dollar Factory issued an order to all sales staff: spend the Super Dollars as soon as possible.

Antiques are excellent commodities.

Moreover, there are countless Chinese antiques scattered all over the world.

Therefore, exchanging these national treasures for US dollars is perfectly acceptable.

Anyway, Wang Jianchao, Zheng Baoyin, and Xue Lisheng will all foot the bill for this.

The super dollar factory released a whopping $80 billion in super dollars this time.

The number is quite large.

In addition to trading antiques on the Iberian Peninsula, they also traded gold, grain, and weapons in other places.

Whether it's normal international trade or transactions in the underworld, their Super Dollar Factory is involved in sales this time.

It's almost fair to say that this operation has kept the intelligence agency, security agency, and investigation agency busy dealing with it.

Even agencies like the KGB, MI6, and the External Security Directorate were at their wits' end.

This was essentially a carnival for the underworld.

Big-name thief gangs like the Flying Squad, the Craven family's drug trafficking, and other groups making a living from illegal and other shady industries were almost all involved.

Gold, food, weapons, antiques, gambling, human trafficking, organ trading, and drugs are all important components of the dark world.

Aside from a few extremely disgusting items such as human trafficking, drugs, and organ trading, all other goods are on the list of salespeople at the Super Dollar Factory.

After all, a salesperson can't exactly use a huge sum of US dollars to buy drugs or similar items, can they?
Gold, grain, weapons, and antiques are only useful to the Want Want Group; they are useless to others.

Even if it involves land transactions, it won't make a difference if Want Want Group wants to come.

Washington, D.C., the headquarters of the intelligence agency.

Baker Barnes had a splitting headache; the information that intelligence chief Prometheus had reported over the past week had been truly astonishing.

He no longer wanted to look at this intelligence.

"Fuck, I'm just waiting for that idiot Brian to make a mistake. Once he does, I'll be safe."

"Prometheus actually wants to make a name for himself? Bah, make a name for himself whatsoever. Do you think we can afford to mess with this situation?"

"Over 50 billion US dollars, and it's still increasing. The Federal Reserve must be going crazy! Those financial giants must have already gone mad, right?"

Sitting in his chair, Beckbarnes' mind was racing.

The intelligence reports from Prometheus included either the theft of a large number of precious antiques and artifacts from the British Museum in London, or an explosion at the gold vault of the Central Bank in Tokyo.

Or there's the shooting on the streets of Bangkok, which leaves hundreds dead and injured, including many gold shops that were looted.

In addition, large quantities of crude oil have been purchased by mysterious buyers in Africa.

In addition, some rare earth minerals, copper and iron ore were transported away by large ships.

In a short period of time, global trade increased dramatically.

While the establishment of the WTO is a factor, it's unlikely that prices would surge so much in such a short period of time.

It's so scary!
So Beckbarnes was genuinely scared.

He was very worried that, in a short period of time, the super dollar might add another hundred billion dollars.

This is really going to cause a major upheaval for the Federal Reserve.

Keep in mind that it's only May now, and the year isn't even halfway over yet.

That counterfeit money ring has already met last year's KPIs, so they'll probably be even more rampant in the second half of the year.

Just thinking about it gives me the creeps.

"Which force is behind this? Or is it a coalition of multiple forces?"

Beckbarnes dared not think any further.

In his view, the fact that so many forces in the dark world could be mobilized and cause chaos in many parts of the world was alarming.

This has led Beckbarnes to become afraid of being the world's policeman.

I imagine George Herbert and his team have received numerous complaints from various countries by now.
However, that's not necessarily the case, since the outside world probably hasn't guessed that the super-dollar is the result of infighting among major American conglomerates.

Even this speculation is currently just Beckbarnes' own idea.

Suddenly, the office door was pushed open, and Prometheus returned from abroad.

"Boss, something terrible has happened. Just a minute ago, Alan Spencer was shot and killed, right in his car in front of the Federal Reserve. A lot of people saw it, and it won't be long before the internet and major media outlets report on it."

hiss!
Beckbarnes gasped instantly.

His face was filled with shock, his pupils widening to the size of saucers:
"What did you say? God, Alan Spencer is dead?"

He was assassinated?
Isn't this too scary?
Is the counterfeit money ring declaring war?
Prometheus took a deep breath:

"Yes, Boss, the enemy is dead. One bullet to the forehead, the other to the heart. He died instantly, with absolutely no chance of survival."

"Could it be that someone is trying to frame me?"

Beckbarnes' brows furrowed instantly, and he blurted out his guess.

This immediately startled Prometheus.

This is too complicated; who knows?

An urgent investigation is needed now, but it remains to be seen whether the task will be assigned to the CIA.

However, the two of them talked for a long time in the office, but the phone did not ring.

It wasn't until several minutes later that Beckbarnes suddenly remembered.

He activated the office's signal jammer and unplugged the telephone and network cables, so no outside calls could get through.

Although he was somewhat embarrassed, he did not tell Prometheus.

On the other side, the FBI headquarters building.

Brian Ward received a call from his superiors, ordering him to thoroughly investigate the case of Alan Spencer's death.

The NYPD can't do this, and they have no way of investigating it.

Therefore, this case can only be transferred to the FBI.

"God, why did you choose me?"

Brian Ward, who had been forcing a smile, turned grim the moment he hung up the phone.

Although if something happens in New York, it's highly likely that their investigation bureau will get involved.

But what about the National Security Agency and the Intelligence Agency? Aren't they supposed to be the most powerful agencies in the United States?
Why didn't these two organizations step forward at this crucial moment?

With no other option at the moment, he could only rush to the scene to personally direct and supervise the investigation of the case.

He called up two key players, O'Brien and Daren Watson.

Have our intelligence systems found any relevant leads?

Brian Ward's gaze fell on O'Brien's face.

The latter is the head of the FBI's intelligence division, so he must know some intelligence information, right?

"no!"

O'Brien said in a deep voice:
"According to intelligence, the assassins carried out the killings from a distance from another location, and there were two of them. After completing their mission, they quickly withdrew, and Alan Spencer's bodyguards didn't even have time to react before they were dead."

"The NYPD found no trace at the scene, and the killer has likely already fled the United States."

Upon hearing the other party's words, Brian Ward's face grew even more gloomy.

This is a trap.

Last time, he finally made it to New York and found his backer.

The other party said they would not give up on him.

But right now, the mega-dollar case is becoming increasingly terrifying.

Even Alan Span is dead, so Brian Ward might soon die in the street too.

This trip to New York was even a retaliatory action against him.

As long as enough people die.

That would slow down the investigation into the super-dollar case.

What the Federal Reserve can do is redesign the dollar and update its anti-counterfeiting technology.

They might even use other methods to restructure the dollar credit system, a way to escape unscathed.

However, if the Federal Reserve had such technology or capability, it would have already implemented it. Why wait until now?

So the situation is too complicated right now, and Brian Ward feels like his brain isn't up to the task.

The plane soon arrived in New York, and the group went to the Federal Reserve headquarters building to begin inspecting the accident site.

Just as Brian Ward and his team began their investigation, on the other side of New York, Morgan and his team were also having a meeting.

"Which faction wanted to assassinate Alan Spencer? And how did they succeed?"

John Rockefeller frowned and said:
"Two assassins fired their guns at the same time. It seems they are not from the same group, but more likely from two groups."

William DuPont, the current patriarch of the DuPont family, countered with a question:
"Is it possible that this is a trick they're using to disrupt us?"

Old John remained silent, but at that moment, a member of the Rothschild family suddenly spoke up:
"Whoever they are, I think they have seriously challenged our authority, and it's time for them to meet their maker."

"The Super Dollar case has dragged on for so many years, and we still can't pinpoint the other party. This is a huge disgrace."

"Logically, with such a large amount of financial transactions, they should have obtained even more resources behind the scenes, and there should be traces to follow. But why haven't we been able to find any such traces?"

"I really want to know, who exactly possesses such great power that so many people are willing to keep each other's secrets?"

"With so many white gloves and black gloves, who are our allies and who are our enemies?" (End of Chapter)