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Chapter 130 Old Pigeon! Help!
Wall Street, Stratton & Co.

Jordan, holding his female secretary against the floor-to-ceiling window, asked, "What was that noise just now? Was it an earthquake?"

After the battle, I pulled up my pants and walked out the door.

"Donnie?!" Jordan roared. "Can someone tell me what the hell just happened? Why do I feel my company shaking?"

Behind a wobbly desk, Donnie got up from the floor. "Did it vibrate just now?"

Jordan facepalms!

Fuck you, these bastards who only know how to have fun all day long!

At this time, the phone rang.

"Old Pigeon! I knew you'd come to Wall Street!"

Jordan chuckled as he answered the phone, "You know why? I have a telepathic connection with you. Every time you come over, I can sense your presence, just like when a beautiful woman is around me, my eyes are always drawn to her. Damn! I can actually have a telepathic connection with a man, Old Pigeon, it must be because you're too handsome!"

On the rooftop of this building.

A group of robbers were using binoculars to observe the situation in the streets below, and they could see more and more police cars arriving at the scene.

Simon looked at the situation below with a puzzled expression.

"What's the deal with that gunman at the subway station?" Simon asked his subordinate, puzzled. "Where did he come from?"

"I don't know," the henchman replied. "I suspect it's a smokescreen set up by the police, using the gunman's name to evacuate passengers from the subway station."

Simon thought about it and realized that this was probably the only possibility.

He informed McLean that there was a bomb on the train, so the police could get information from McLean!
It's just unclear through what channels McClain passed the message.

I already told you to follow the rules and not tell the other cops! That bastard!

However, it wasn't a big problem. The bomb exploded where it was supposed to, and everything went according to plan. McLean couldn't stop it.

“There’s another question!” Simon asked, puzzled. “Can anyone tell me why McLean was able to arrive at Wall Street a few minutes early? I’ve calculated the distance and time; it takes at least half an hour to get here from Broadway! How did he get here ahead of time?”

"Because they didn't follow the usual path at all."

One of the informants helplessly spread his hands: "They either drive on the sidewalk or jump from one road to another, driving like tanks, completely disregarding traffic rules."

Simon: “.”

Very well, I underestimated McClain and that Chinese man.

You want to drive a wild car?

Simon's eyes were gloomy, and he felt a faint pain in his head again. He quickly took out an aspirin and swallowed it—he was sick, with severe headaches that sometimes even caused him to stutter, so he had to take painkillers frequently.

He took out his phone and dialed the police.

Let's move on to an even more exciting game!

On another building not far away, O-Ren Ishii crouched on the ground, the faces of Germans clearly visible through the scope of her sniper rifle.

She took out her phone and called Luca: "I've found them."

You evacuated passengers in advance, moved the bomb, and saved many lives; you protected the peace of the subway station.

[Gain Skill Points x20]

[Gained 10 Skill Fragments]

Bone strength +5%

[Remaining Skill Fragments: 138]

"Let's not alert them yet, let's follow them."

Luca put down his phone and walked into Starrton's company building.

Meanwhile, McLean and A-Qiang got into a reconnaissance vehicle, where they spotted Denham and several FBI members.

David was also there, talking to everyone about the explosion that had just happened.

"How lucky! Such a serious explosion, yet only a few people were slightly injured, and no one died!" David breathed a sigh of relief. "What a stroke of luck, Qiang and McLean, it's all thanks to you two!"

Ah-Qiang waved his hand modestly: "It was all Old Pigeon's fault. He risked his life to move the bomb!"

McLean said admiringly, "With Old Pigeon secretly helping us, I have even more confidence in this mission. I feel so safe! Old Pigeon can handle any problem that arises!"

Everyone sighed in dismay; in such crucial matters, it always took Old Pigeon's personal intervention.
Our police force's confidence actually comes from a mafia.

Denham shook his head and chuckled, "I think you shouldn't be too happy yet. There are some troubles that even Old Pigeon might not be able to solve." He took out a document and handed it to McLean, "Take a look, do you recognize this guy?"

The file contained information about two men: one dressed in black and wearing sunglasses; the other was dressed in a German military uniform, but his face was completely unfamiliar to McLean. "I've never seen him before," Denham explained. "During the Colombo civil war, Gallo hired an international mercenary group, and I've been tracking them down. The first one is called Faris Tag, a former explosives expert in the Hungarian Army, currently working for the Ukrainians. He's a free terrorist, contracted to carry out terrorist operations around the world."

The second person was a former East German colonel, a security officer in charge of espionage and infiltration units! During the Nazi tank wars of World War II, those espionage units sent many people fluent in English to infiltrate the Allied forces. We found his entry record through medical records, which showed that this guy had a headache.”

McLean scoffed, "This guy really has something wrong with his head."

Denham: "His name is Peter Krieger."

McLean had absolutely no recollection of the name: "Is this guy the mastermind behind the bombing? But what does he have to do with me? Why did they specifically name me?"

Do you remember the surname Lub?

McLean's pupils contracted instantly, and an image of a figure falling from a tall building flashed through his mind.

How could I possibly not remember?
The Los Angeles building bombing incident—also involving a group of mercenaries planning to blow up a vault and steal bonds worth hundreds of millions—was also a case of a leader named Rube who died after falling from the building during the final battle.

Denham: "Peter Krieger's original name was Simon Peter Rube! He was Hans Rube's older brother."

Wardfa? McClain opened his mouth slightly!
That makes sense now. No wonder that idiot Simon specifically asked to find him. He's here to avenge his brother.
Denham said helplessly, "McLean, you'd better watch out. Simon won't let you off easily."

"Shit!" McKellen cursed under his breath, "So many years have passed! These bastards are still haunting me like vengeful spirits!"

“What a jinx,” David patted McLean on the shoulder. “Kill one, wipe out the whole bunch. I wouldn’t be surprised if Simon’s son or parents pop up looking for revenge.”

McLean: "."

He rubbed a few strands of hair. "I have a feeling this isn't as simple as it seems. Under normal circumstances, there's no way Ah-Qiang and I could get to Wall Street within half an hour for that mission. He gave us an impossible task and played word games with us. It seems like this bomb is destined to explode!"

Everyone's expressions were rather solemn. If Simon continued to play like this, it was highly likely that the Wall Street explosion would occur in other places as well.

At that moment, a police officer climbed into the car with his phone in hand. "Sir, Simon's on the phone."

Everyone immediately put on their eavesdropping devices and started listening together.

"The FBI should be here too, right? Officer Denham, is that you? You've been investigating me lately, are you interested in my medical reports? If you're also suffering from headaches, I can recommend a good hospital."

Simon's condescending tone annoyed everyone. Before Denham could speak, McClain launched into a tirade: "Were you born premature? Did your mother crush your head when she gave birth to you?"

“McLean, I feel your anger.” Simon’s tone was still irritating. “The Wall Street explosion made you desperate? That’s the price you pay for losing the game! You broke the traffic rules, but you can’t break my rules, because I’m the one who sets the rules. Listen up.”

A new game is here!
Simon: "I planted a 2400-pound bomb in 1446 schools in New York! The timer was set to explode at 3 p.m.

Everyone frowned.

2400 pounds? If that explodes, the entire school will be reduced to ruins, and countless teachers and students will die.

Simon: "Thank you, your silence means we understand! The rules of the game are that if you want to evacuate the school, the bomb will be detonated prematurely via radio! Don't even think about defusing the bomb beforehand, and don't try to interfere with the bomb's sensors. I've set a special radio frequency; any interference other than that frequency will cause the bomb to explode prematurely!"

Ladies and gentlemen, I will be watching your every move. Don't even think about breaking my rules!

"To stop the explosion, you can only let McLean and that Chinese friend finish the rest of the game."

Simon then announced the new game location.

—The public phone booth at Tangjin Square will arrive within 20 minutes!
Simon hung up the phone after he finished speaking.

“2400 pounds! This madman!” David clenched his fists, his anger almost burning his hair. “If I catch him, I’ll shove all 2400 pounds of explosives down his ass!”

McLean sighed, "David, both of my children are in school."

Many other police officers present also said that their children were attending school.

The atmosphere froze for a moment, the shadow of the explosion looming over everyone like a heavy dark cloud.

Ah-Qiang looked at the group of police officers, his expression becoming tense. "Gentlemen, this is not the time to give up! Cheer up, we have to save those students!"

Denham stood up: "Nobody said they were going to give up! David, it's time for us to join forces again."

McLean has already gotten out of the car. "Qiang and I will go finish the game first. You guys go find the bomb! Please, make sure to protect the children!"

The group split up again. McLean and Ah-Qiang went to take on the game, while Denham and David used all available manpower to search for bombs throughout the city!
"Simon only said we couldn't evacuate the students, but he didn't say we couldn't search!"

"Starting now, mobilize everyone! Police, firefighters, environmentalists, traffic officers, even librarians, all of you, come out and search for bombs! Every school in the city, every building, leave no stone unturned! Find the bomb first!"

David glanced at the time; it was almost noon. "We still have three and a half hours to get this done!"

He bowed to the police officers and said, "I entrust the safety of those children to you all!"

After the mobilization was complete, David immediately took out his phone and called Luca.

"Old Pigeon! Help! I desperately need help!"

(End of this chapter)