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puff!

Liu Xiaoli couldn't help but burst into laughter.

The Wang brothers, Junhong and Junan, were even more exaggerated, laughing so hard that they coughed several times.

Bai Doufu chuckled along, not quite understanding, but that didn't stop her from laughing foolishly with everyone else.

Wang Yifei and her brother Wang Junkang ran away in a very disheveled state.

After they looked around and made sure there was no one around, they rushed towards their father.

"Dad, you're so mean! How could you do this to your own child?"

Haha!

At this moment, Wang Duoyu was laughing wildly without any regard for his image, laughing so hard he was almost out of breath.

Wang Qianqian raised her little fist and slapped her father several times before she felt better.

"Hmph, Dad, I'm never believing your nonsense again, and I'm ignoring you."

Wang Yifei looked furious, her little face scrunched up, indicating that she was very angry.

However, Wang Duoyu was overjoyed and didn't worry at all whether she was really ignoring him.

"Sisi, did you pick some oranges just now? Let me try some, I want to see if they're good."

"Hmph, no, this is the fruit of my own labor."

puff!

Liu Xiaoli couldn't resist adding insult to injury:

"Wang Qianqian, you're shameless! You stole someone else's orange tree, how can you call it your own achievement?"

"Why should I be embarrassed? Humph!"

Wang Qianqian continued to snort coldly with a sour face, then took Bai Doufu and walked a few steps forward, where the two sisters shared the oranges.

Seeing what the two sisters were doing, Wang Duoyu, still kind-hearted, stepped forward and took away the white tofu.

As a result, Bai Doufu was ungrateful and struggled to get a piece of orange from her sister.

Otherwise, she would definitely cry.

"Little sister, here you go. We won't give it to bad daddy, hmph!"

She gave her sister a segment of orange pulp, made a face at her father, and then put the segment into her own mouth.

The next moment, her features contorted, and her entire expression changed.

Then she spat out the orange as quickly as possible.

"Ptooey, it's so sour!"

Haha!

Wang Yifei was very upset and angrily threw away all the oranges in her hand, but her father was overjoyed.

Indeed, happiness still depends on others.

In retrospect, it was Wang Qianqian who insisted on going against her father. If she had listened to him, she might not have suffered this second harm.

As a result, she became rebellious.

"Sisi, you're going to suffer the consequences of not listening to your father, haha. Isn't today's lesson profound enough?"

Wang Duoyu, holding a white tofu, smiled happily.

Liu Xiaoli and Wang Junhong, who were standing nearby, also burst into laughter, while Wang Junkang looked disgusted and threw away the orange he had already peeled.

Oranges are delicious, but if they're too sour, they're not worth it.

"You mean dad, are you doing this on purpose? You knew these oranges were so sour, yet you still made me pick them? You definitely did it on purpose."

Wang Yifei didn't appreciate it; she was still very angry.

"If I say we won't pick them, will you really not pick them?" Wang Duoyu asked back, and the little guy immediately gave an affirmative answer.

"Of course, I'm very obedient."

"Why didn't you give me the oranges when I asked you to? Is this how obedient you are?"

In an instant, Wang Yifei was speechless and unable to refute.

"Wang Qianqian, with your brain, don't even think about winning a debate against your dad. You're just too bad; you need to practice more."

At this moment, her older brother came over, patted her on the shoulder, and earnestly advised her.

While others learn from their mistakes, Wang Yifei seems to be incorrigible, repeatedly hitting a wall despite her unwavering efforts.

"I want you to take care of it?"

"Alright, stop arguing, let's go back."

Wang Duoyu stopped smiling and didn't continue talking to the children about it.

You can't teach someone by someone else; you can learn something from experience.

As the children grow up, Wang Yifei and the others will definitely want to try some things.

It's difficult to leave a lasting impression on them by directly telling them right or wrong.

But if they've already learned their lesson once, they'll definitely remember it and it will leave a deeper impression if you tell them something again.

Of course, it's not about letting children try everything; it's just about some life philosophies, nothing more.

The family was exhausted after walking all the way back to their home on the small island in the center of the Pearl River from the sports plaza.

Especially the white tofu, which her father carried all the way back.

In fact, Yuan Zuliang and the others wanted to help, but Wang Duoyu did not agree.

Wang Duoyu prefers to personally participate in family outings and activities like this.

He can still hug Bai Doufu now, but in a few years, he won't be able to anymore, and it will be very difficult for him to lift her up.

Just like Wang Yifei now, she's grown up and knows how to be shy. If she were always being held or carried by her parents, she would definitely be laughed at.

Besides, Wang Yifei's weight has increased recently. At 1.5 meters tall, she weighs over 70 kilograms, just like a middle school student. Wang Duoyu can't carry her for very long.

The next day arrived in the blink of an eye; it was Lunar New Year's Eve, another Spring Festival.

During the Spring Festival in Guangzhou, there aren't many entertainment activities. Strolling through flower markets and playing mahjong are probably the main forms of entertainment for most people.

Wang Duoyu didn't join in the fun; he stayed home with his children.

Liu Xiaoli didn't go anywhere; she stayed home to help prepare the New Year's Eve dinner.

At 2 p.m., the families of Zheng Baoyin, Wang Jianchao, Wang Meili, Wang Meihe, and Wang Meifeng all arrived.

They also have a house in Guangzhou.

Every year, they would celebrate the Chinese New Year wherever Wang Duoyu spent it.

With their arrival, the entire manor villa instantly became a sea of ​​joy.

Too many people.

There are especially many children.

When there are many children, the house becomes very lively, with them chattering away like thousands of ducks, making a lot of noise.

Crackling!

After the lively sound of firecrackers and the worship of heaven and earth, it's time to eat the New Year's Eve dinner.

This year, everyone ate their New Year's Eve dinner quite early, starting at 5:30 pm.

Inside the villa, a total of five tables were set up to accommodate so many people.

Several families gathered together, so there were naturally many people.

After the lively New Year's Eve dinner, some watched TV, some played mahjong, and some went into the study to chat.

For Wang Duoyu, Zheng Baoyin, Xue Lisheng, and others, discussing work during the Spring Festival has become a regular occurrence.

Although only half a month has passed since the year-end summary meeting, a lot can happen in such a short time.

Inside the study, Wang Duoyu sat in the center on a golden nanmu wood stool with custom-made cushions, making it very comfortable to sit on.

However, he didn't care about these things.

Zheng Baoyin was saying at this moment:

"In South America, there were 15 major robberies and bombings earlier this month, resulting in numerous casualties."

"In news reports, these cases are defined as heinous incidents, only mentioning that the police are investigating, but not mentioning the CIA or other related personnel at all."

"The Americans are getting more and more domineering. Whenever they have a suspicion, they'll personally come to visit, causing widespread resentment."

"However, they didn't come away unscathed. According to intelligence from their inside sources, fifty-seven CIA officers died, which is a small consolation."

South America is very chaotic, just like Latin America.

The more chaotic the place, the more conducive it is to the sale of super dollars.

It's already mid-February 1996, and February only has 29 days, so this month will go by very quickly.

In the blink of an eye, the first quarter of 1996 will be over.

Therefore, the Super Dollar Factory would naturally instruct its employees to do a good job in selling Super Dollars.

The overall arrangements are actually no different from last year; we can just follow the steps.

However, nowadays, the three major U.S. agencies—the CIA, NSA, and FBI—are all frantically investigating counterfeit money rings.

Their crackdown has been severe, targeting the gray market trade in the global underworld, especially large-scale trade.

It is better to kill someone by mistake than to let him go!
This is their current strategy.

"Why such a sudden change in style? Has the CIA director been replaced?"

Wang Duoyu frowned and asked a question.

Zheng Baoyin nodded solemnly and said:
"Yes, this news has been kept very well under wraps. The nominal director is still the old General Baker Barnes, but in reality, it has been replaced by Tom McKinley."

"Tom McKinley is currently the nominal deputy director. In the entire CIA system, the deputy director position has always been a nominal one, without real power, and no one has paid much attention to it."

"But after this incident, Tom McKinley's appearance has changed."

"This person is in charge of South America and Latin America, and has the full support of the Federal Reserve and George Herbert."

"As a result, the entire South American underworld has fallen into a state of extreme anxiety and paranoia, and the fighting between underworld members has become even more intense."

"If this continues, it will probably take less than six months for the underground gray market in South America to be paralyzed, and no one will dare to risk their lives to trade anymore."

Wang Duoyu suddenly interrupted:

"Even if someone were willing, the cost would likely increase significantly."

He had figured it out: Tom McKinley was up to a plan to wipe out his family's wealth.

To bring about a period of political clarity throughout South America and Latin America, and to eliminate the gray market trade in the underground world.

This is a pretty terrible thing for the whole of South America and Latin America.

At the same time, for the super dollar factory, once the water is clear, there is no longer any way to fish in troubled waters.

If transactions are conducted in South America using super-sized US dollars, they will inevitably be easily detected.

The whole plan looks very simple, but it definitely requires a lot of manpower and resources, as well as local cooperation.

Given the domineering nature of the United States, these are not problems.

So Tom McKinley is a smart guy.

"Since they enjoy playing so much, let's put out ten million US dollars and let the people of the underworld play with them."

After a pause, Wang Duoyu continued:

"I'll arrange for an assassin to take out Tom McKinley, but I think it'll be difficult. He's definitely aware of that, so he's probably already taken precautions."

"Additionally, we can appropriately increase sales volume within the United States, but not too much, lest we provoke their sensitivities."

That's how it was settled.

In reality, that's all they were saying; as for other arrangements, there's nothing more to say.

For example, the launch events for Huachen mobile phones, the new product launches for Huaxin Technology, and the Hideb project in the Somali Peninsula are all relatively simple arrangements that can be followed step by step.

In the blink of an eye, the Spring Festival has passed.

On the second day of the Lunar New Year, Wang Duoyu's family returned to Harbin and visited Wang Yifei's maternal grandparents.

After returning to Harbin, the welcoming and sending-off festivities continued until the seventh day of the Lunar New Year, which finally came to an end.

After the seventh day of the lunar new year, March will soon follow.

While March is a warm season in the south, it remains quite cold in Harbin.

In mid-to-late March, a major event occurred in the Chinese mathematics community: the renowned mathematician Chen Jingrun passed away.

When Wang Duoyu received the news, he sighed.

In late March, on the day of Chen Jingrun's funeral, he went to the capital to see him off.

Many people from the domestic mathematics community came, including many of the faces that were once prominent in mathematics, such as Lu Qikeng, but they are now very old.

The power of time is immense.

In less than twenty years, people have aged to this extent.

terrible!
"Duoyu, you haven't changed at all."

After delivering a wreath to Chen Jingrun, Wang Duoyu visited Peking University's Yan Garden the next day and chatted with Duan Xuefu and other elderly people.

Duan Xuefu is in pretty good physical condition. Although he looks old and has lost all his teeth, he is in good spirits.

"correct."

Lu Qikeng echoed:
“When I first met him 18 years ago, he looked exactly the same as he does now. Eighteen years have passed, and he hasn’t changed much. I said, Duoyu, do you have some kind of health secret?”

Everyone else chimed in with their jokes, and even Qian Xuesen joined in the fun.

"Professor Wang, if you really have a secret, you can't keep it to yourself, just like you kept those math papers hidden away, never revealing them, haha!"

This house is home to many elderly people, all of whom are leading figures in the domestic mathematics or physics communities.

They all lived very long lives, but they were quite old after all, at least in their sixties or seventies.

Only Wang Duoyu is a young person.

Wang Duoyu is only forty years old this year, which is the prime of his life.

However, apart from becoming more mature and composed, and having a stronger aura, he didn't change much between when he was forty and when he was twenty-two.

So everyone is quite curious.

After spending half a day at Peking University, Wang Duoyu was invited to give a speech, which he accepted.

After lunch, he gave a speech in the auditorium of Peking University.

The auditorium was already packed with people, and the aisles were filled with students.

This speech was not a report, and it was just a regular speech.

The more attractive this is to students, the more appealing it becomes.

Peking University is the top-tier university in China.

However, in the last twenty years, it has been surpassed by Harbin Institute of Technology.

Especially in the 1990s, the number of top scorers in the national college entrance examination applying to Harbin Institute of Technology has been increasing.

More and more gifted students are going to Harbin Institute of Technology's gifted program.

Some exceptional students who excel only in math can also participate in the special admissions selection for Harbin Institute of Technology's genius class. If they pass the selection, they can smoothly enter Harbin Institute of Technology to study.

It seems that once students enter Harbin Institute of Technology, their unbalanced academic performance can be alleviated.

In fact, this is not the case.

Those who are destined to be unbalanced in their studies will still be unbalanced in their studies; however, ideological education and physical exercise will be indispensable.

This is because at Harbin Institute of Technology, all undergraduate students are treated equally and are subject to military-style management.

Therefore, the atmosphere of physical exercise is very strong at Harbin Institute of Technology.

Without a healthy body, it is difficult to go far on the path of science.

That's why, during the Q&A session of today's speech, many Peking University students asked why Wang Duoyu chose Harbin Institute of Technology instead of Peking University.

Besides these tricky questions, there are also questions like: What are the specific uses of learning mathematics, and is it too late to learn mathematics now?
And so on.

Wang Duoyu answered all of them.

He rarely encounters situations like this in his daily life, because he seldom gives speeches.

He doesn't do much to motivate people to strive for improvement.

After spending less than three days in the capital, Wang Duoyu went to Ali's camp and entered a state of seclusion.

Liu Xiaoli and the children did not come to the Ali camp with them, but returned to Harbin.

There were many research projects at the Ali camp. Wang Duoyu was busy for a week, and after feeling that he had handled most of them, he announced that he would go into seclusion.

In reality, Huang Deming replaced him, while he himself left the Alibaba camp on a Want Want Group plane.

Hidab Airport, Somali Peninsula.

Wang Duoyu landed smoothly.

Upon arriving at the destination, he immediately convened a meeting.

"What's going on? Your arms dealing has always been normal, so how come your base was suddenly wiped out?"

Three days ago, in the Golden Triangle region of Southeast Asia, the Tula Arms Factory, which was under the management of Caltim, was attacked by a group of international mercenaries.

Although many mercenaries were eliminated, some still managed to escape.

To protect himself, Caltim did not give chase immediately.

After all, no one knows if this is a diversionary tactic.

It's important to know that this Tula arms factory in Southeast Asia has over 1,500 armed personnel, which is a very strong force.

There are also many warlord forces in the Golden Triangle, but none of them will take action against Caltim.

Not to mention that the emergence of the Tula Armory was also a boon for the local warlords. Furthermore, given the powerful forces behind Caltim, the local warlords certainly wouldn't act rashly.

"Based on the current investigation results, it is highly likely that the US National Security Agency is behind this."

"I am a man," Yabo Fein reported in a deep voice.

Wang Duoyu's brows furrowed into a deep frown.
"Haven't you figured out who's behind this yet? What are you all doing? I told you before that we needed to build a more comprehensive intelligence system, and this is what you've done?"

"I'm so disappointed in you guys. Three days have passed since this happened, and you still haven't even figured out who your opponent is. You guys..."

After making a comment, Wang Duoyu pondered for a moment and then said:

"Alright, you guys continue your investigation. I'll make other arrangements to see who's behind this."

"You need to be even more vigilant going forward. As I said at the conference before, the Federal Reserve is only going to become more and more reckless. They're like mad dogs, so you absolutely mustn't let them bite you."

In Wang Duoyu's view, the attack on the arsenal by mercenaries was most likely carried out by the Americans.

They've done this quite a few times already.

Moreover, these so-called mercenaries may even be active-duty members of special forces such as Navy SEALs.

Perhaps they have forgotten the scar of the Black Hawk Down incident in Somalia a few years ago, which is why they are still active all over the world.

Since they wanted to play so much, Wang Duoyu naturally let them experience it properly.

Once the matter was settled, Wang Duoyu plunged into the underground laboratory.

The underground laboratory had become extremely busy at this time.

There are numerous research projects here.

As the elevator slowly came to a stop, Wang Duoyu stepped out and saw the bustling lobby in front of him.

Although it was a basement, there was sunlight in front of us.

Although this underground laboratory is located more than 100 meters underground, it still does not affect the sunlight reaching it.

The entire basement utilizes solar collector technology to collect all the sunlight overhead and then uses mirror technology to release the sunlight into the basement space.

This makes the place as bright as day, so there is no need to use electric lights.

The Somali Peninsula is located in the equatorial region, where there is no shortage of sunshine.

Moreover, the sunlight is much weaker in the underground laboratory, which is more than 100 meters below ground level.

But because of this, the light appears softer and less glaring.

The ground-based solar collectors are adjustable, allowing them to collect sunlight smoothly from dawn to sunset.

As Wang Duoyu stepped out of the elevator, someone was already leading the way for him.

There were also people waiting at the entrance:
"Professor Wang, you've arrived. Everything is ready."

“Very good, we’ll be there right away. I’m very pressed for time, but this project is even more important, so you all need to double-check everything.”

The group headed straight to their destination, where they arrived at a much larger laboratory space.

It's even brighter here, like daytime.

However, everyone's attention was not on that, but on the huge experimental chamber in front of them.

In order to launch the Little Sun Project as soon as possible, Wang Duoyu has been making every effort to complete all aspects of the preparations.

However, the materials needed for the small sun device cannot be obtained immediately just because they are available.

Therefore, Wang Duoyu could only recruit soldiers and horses while personally taking charge to solve some difficulties.

The enormous device in front of us owes a debt to him.

This is an experimental chamber built based on his most robust design, used to conduct some of the core technology experiments for the small sun.

While he was in an underground laboratory in the Somali peninsula, busy with his own scientific research.

A major event is taking place in the port of St. Petersburg, Russia.

"You're the infamous counterfeit money ring, aren't you?"

Paulis asked with a smile.

Standing in front of him was a two-meter-tall giant, nicknamed Tank, whose full name was Anthony Ramos.

This person is a salesperson at Super Dollar Factory.

Super Dollar Factory trains 100 salespeople every year.

It's conducted entirely like raising poisonous insects, where the capable rise and the mediocre fall.

This makes the whole system extremely cruel, but the wages are indeed very high.

However, even with the dual assessment of strong physical strength and intelligence, the sales of the Super Dollar Factory still result in at least fifty deaths and injuries every year.

And Anthony Ramos is a rookie salesman who just joined the team this year.

Of course, this was his first time selling independently, but before that, he had already worked with other salespeople twenty times.

So he can be considered quite experienced.

"I know what you're trying to say, haha, I'm not, and you can't fool me."

Upon hearing Anthony Ramos's words, Paulis immediately replied with a forced smile:
"So, can we transfer the money directly instead of using cash?"

Anthony Ramos nodded, indicating that there was no problem and that everything was for the customer's benefit.

"Okay, let's do the transfer then."

"But if it's a bank transfer, then the price of oil has to be reduced by $0.50. Can you accept that?"

Yes, this was just an oil deal.

Russia doesn't have much of anything, except oil.

Paulis Babao Chijin is not a legitimate oil merchant; he is essentially an unregistered individual, so he dares not act openly.

They could only sell oil secretly.

This guy would rather have cash than a bank transfer.

Of course, Paulis Babao Chijin was a bit shrewd; what he wanted was for Anthony to transfer the funds to his personal account at a Swiss bank.

At this point, the three large oil tankers were already fully loaded with oil and sailed out of the port.

Paulis Babao Chijin smiled as he looked at the phone call and text message from the young lady in his private bank account.

Everything is fine.

Just as Anthony was about to leave, he was suddenly called back.

“Anthony, I’m happy to do business with you. I have some gold on hand, I wonder if you need it?”

"Of course, I like any business that makes money."

Anthony Ramos grinned, a smile that sent a chill down Paulis Babao Chijin's spine, and his eyelids twitched wildly.

He pretended to be calm, and although his mouth was dry, it did not affect his speech.

"Okay, I still have 1.8 million ounces of gold on hand. What price are you willing to offer?"

“The current international market price for gold is $386 per ounce, and I can buy it at $360 per ounce.”

hiss!
That's a difference of a full twenty-six dollars, isn't that too much?
But there's nothing we can do; it's international practice.

Even if the origin of the gold is unclear, it may not be able to be traded at $386; at most, it will be traded at $380.

Because there's too much gold.

One million eight hundred thousand ounces, at a price of three hundred and sixty dollars per ounce, that's equivalent to six hundred and fifty million dollars.

Globally, very few people can come up with that much cash all at once.

Even if gold is incredibly valuable, someone who can pull out 650 million US dollars in one go is no ordinary person.

Paulis Babao Chijin agreed and said the transaction could take place in two days.

However, Anthony Ramos shook his head and said:
"No, if you're willing, then we can do the transaction now. Otherwise, it won't work in two days. We'll have to wait at least half a month before we schedule another time."

After hearing the other party's answer, Paulis thought for a moment and then agreed.

He had plenty of guns and cannons at his disposal, so he wasn't worried about Anthony betraying him.

He's currently short of funds and can only sell some gold to recoup some losses.

Because Russia is becoming increasingly corrupt and its corruption problem is becoming more serious.

If he cannot provide funds for those Moscow nobles, they will not continue to provide him with protection.

Mining gold and selling oil and natural gas has become Russia's most common foreign trade activity.

As for those merchants who sold their assets, they haven't made much money in a long time.

Anyway, it's said that one Tu-160 strategic bomber was 'sold' last year.

So what else can we sell?

It only has resources such as gold, rare earth minerals, titanium ore, oil and natural gas.

However, these resources are firmly controlled by those oligarchs, making it not so easy for Paulis Babao Chijin to try anything crooked.

Fortunately, there are always loopholes to exploit.

There are so many incredibly powerful people in the world who can acquire so many huge oil tankers at once and have tens or hundreds of millions of US dollars in cash that they can transfer without hesitation.

Half an hour later, Anthony Ramos followed the other party to the vicinity of a mine.

Here, Anthony finally saw the gold he wanted.

Fortunately, this time it was a cash transaction, and the huge sums of US dollars he brought were finally 'sold'.

After the trade was completed, Anthony Ramos led a large group of people and quickly withdrew.

However, just as he was about to reach the port, a large number of armed men appeared behind him.

"It's the KGB! Damn it, get out of the way and fight back!"

Bang bang bang!
The scene instantly descended into chaos.

It seems no one expected that a gunfight would break out so suddenly.

It comes with great force.

Anthony Ramos held the submachine gun, his finger practically welded to the trigger, bullets tumbling down, and he was about to reload.

A submachine gun magazine typically holds around thirty bullets, but in burst fire mode, it can fire as many as five bullets with a single trigger pull.

So you only need to pull the trigger ten times to empty the magazine.

With him being so formidable, the KGB side certainly wouldn't be any less so.

Many people were killed or wounded in a short period of time after the exchange of fire.

However, these are not the main points.

Anthony Ramos recognized two familiar faces; he had seen them before and thus had some recollection of them.

If I remember correctly, they were agents from the U.S. National Security Agency.

"Fuck, this is really interesting. People from the Security Bureau are actually working with the KGB?"

That's hilarious!
But now is not the time to worry about these things. We need to end the battle quickly and get the gold away from the scene as soon as possible.

"Arrange for drones to launch missiles," Anthony ordered with a sneer.

Their team is certainly not just the number of people on the surface; there is also a drone team patrolling the surrounding waters.

With the speed of drones, they can quickly reach the vicinity of the battlefield.

Missiles are faster, traveling only about 200 kilometers and arriving in just a few minutes.

After the order was issued, the large drones on the open sea immediately began to launch according to the coordinates.

The two sides exchanging fire were about one or two hundred meters apart.

But just as the KGB was launching a fierce attack, two missiles fell from the sky.

It exploded instantly in the area where the KGB agents were located, causing countless deaths and injuries.

Anthony Ramos and his team seized the opportunity to quickly retreat.

They couldn't stay, because the KGB had the home advantage, and the police in St. Petersburg might already be on their way.

Therefore, evacuation at this time is the most crucial step.

As they retreated, Anthony ordered his men to throw small pineapples behind them.

To create some trouble for the remaining KGB remnants behind them.

In the distance, Paulis Babao Chijin, holding binoculars, stared in disbelief at the scene.

"Fuck, this is unbelievable! Where did they get these missiles from? How can they be so brazen?"

Babao Chijin had no idea that this big guy Anthony actually had such a trick up his sleeve—it was like a missile!

Aren't they afraid of Russia at all?
Don't you have any sense of awe?

After the missile exploded, Andersenberg, who was thrown several meters by the shockwave, coughed up blood.

"My God, they're amazing! But where did they buy their missiles from?"

As the Security Service's top agent in Russia and also the head of St. Petersburg, Andersenberg was very familiar with the situation in Russia.

Although the previous red empire has fallen.

But Russia still possesses formidable strength.

How exactly did the counterfeit money syndicate manage to deal with a missile like the one in front of them?
If their counterfeit money ring originated in Russia, why would they need to buy gold from someone like Paulis?

Is it just a smokescreen?
Conversely, if not, how would the counterfeit money ring overcome the crisis if they used missiles?
After all, Russia is no pushover; it's impossible that they couldn't find out where their missiles came from.

"Fuck, this counterfeit money ring is too cunning. Why would they create so many smokescreens? It's completely unpredictable."

Andersenberg cursed, his eyes filled with resentment.

Andersonberger was well aware that the head of the National Security Agency had been driven mad and two people had been replaced.

In the past, the head of the National Security Bureau was not only able to sit firmly in office, but also to remain in office for as long as eight or ten years.

However, due to the Super Dollar case, the National Security Agency also got involved and was completely helpless.

If someone can find the headquarters of the counterfeit money ring, they could very well rise to the top overnight.

The Federal Reserve has already announced that whoever solves this case will receive a $100 million cash reward, tax-free.

In January of this year, this amount had already increased to five hundred million US dollars, and it was still tax-free.

There are many crazy people, but not a single one who can solve the case.

Let alone solving the case, no one has been able to capture even a salesperson from a super-large US dollar factory alive.

First, the counterfeit money ring is powerful and causes trouble all over the world.

Secondly, they are too cunning, releasing a lot of smokescreens, leaving intelligence agencies, security agencies, investigation agencies and other agencies powerless and exhausted.

Ugh!
News of what was happening in St. Petersburg quickly reached the Kremlin.

Bang!
Enraged, Yeltsin smashed the teacup to pieces.

"Is this how the KGB operates? You arrested people without even figuring out how many people or how much weaponry the other side had?"

"Now look what happened! The KGB suffered over three hundred casualties. Were you all pigs? Were you just going to stand there and let them bomb you?"

"That's over three hundred lives! How are these people any different from terrorists?"

It's no wonder Yeltsin was so furious.

It was only because the KGB was indeed somewhat weak, being targeted by missiles and failing to retaliate, that it appeared to be weak and easily bullied.

Yeltsin's reputation in the international community was already not very good after he took over Russia.

In particular, the smug smile on George Herbert's face when he met him before still haunts him like a nightmare, making him unable to eat or sleep.

The KGB is lagging behind others in every aspect, and is far worse than before.

In fact, decades ago, during the Khrushchev and Brezhnev era, Russia also dared not confront the United States head-on.

In short: cowardly!
For example, the conflict on the Silla Peninsula was originally orchestrated by Stalin and his allies, who insisted on dividing the Silla Peninsula in two.

As a result, he provoked the giant United States, and Stalin instantly became a coward, not daring to confront it head-on.

In the end, it was we who helped the Silla Peninsula repel the enemy.

Then the 38th parallel came into being.

Then came the Cuban Missile Crisis, which Khrushchev had not planned ahead of time; he simply went with the flow.

Cuba had no choice but to follow its big brother and fight the bald eagle to the bitter end.

The result was obvious: Khrushchev backed down again.

After the Americans showed a very tough stance, Khrushchev simply backed down, not daring to confront them head-on, and weakly indicated that he would withdraw those nuclear missiles.

Brezhnev was similar; both were representatives of cowardice.

In reality, they are bullies who prey on the weak and fear the strong.

Whether it was Stalin or Brezhnev, they were the same; they both wanted to expand their territory and power, rather than cultivate powerful subordinates.

Yeltsin knew all this, but he never expected that the KGB would be killed by an unknown force with just two missiles.

With over three hundred dead and injured, this is practically rubbing Yeltsin's face into the ground.

Vladimirovich, a nobody in the crowd, remained silent.

Although he worked for the KGB for many years, he is no longer employed by that agency.

He couldn't figure it out either. He guessed it was the KGB eliminating dissidents from within.

The KGB was always in a state of great chaos, with a complex web of intertwined power struggles that were difficult to unravel.

He didn't know how to proceed with this matter.

After all, he wasn't Yeltsin, so his words didn't carry much weight.

"Investigate this matter immediately and get back on your word!"

Yeltsin said viciously. (End of Chapter)