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Chapter 135 Diplomatic Security Bureau Intervenes
The cargo ship left the port, and the trucks that were actually loaded with gold also secretly drove out of the port without Tago's knowledge, heading north towards the Canadian border.

Tago was outnumbered and outgunned; all his men were Simon's men. He was a lone demolition expert, unaware that his accomplices had secretly switched the goods.

He was standing in front of the bomb, adjusting the parameters and setting the timer for the explosion.

Once we reach international waters, we'll blow up this ship and let the shattered gold sink to the bottom of the sea.

“Simon, it’s all set up. We’ll start the countdown before we disembark,” Tago said with a look of satisfaction. “The world would be a better place without all this gold.

"yes."

Simon stood behind Tago, raised his gun, and fired several shots in quick succession, riddling Tago with bullets.

We've already gone overseas, so there's no need to pretend anymore, and we no longer need this partner.

In fact, Simon would have preferred that Tago be shot dead by the beggars in the sewers, so he wouldn't have to do it himself.

Under Targo's incredulous gaze, Simon crouched down and said softly, "I'm sorry, I can't let that gold sink to the bottom of the sea. Humanity worked so hard to dig it out of the ground and make it a universally recognized commodity, laying the foundation for the monetary system. It used to be America's wealth, but now it belongs to me."

Inside the department store, the battle has reached a fever pitch.

The gunshots rang out everywhere, throwing the entire mall into chaos. Many customers screamed and fled in all directions, creating an extremely chaotic scene.

"They're upstairs!"

After saying that, Ah Qiang rushed into the fire escape next to him and went uphill. McLean thought to himself: Ah Qiang, you are really fierce. You don't have any weapons, but you dare to charge straight at the armed bandits.

Can Chinese Kung Fu block bullets?

McLean followed, and soon he realized that Ah Qiang couldn't withstand bullets with his bare hands, but the complex terrain of the department store provided Ah Qiang with many obstacles that allowed him to dodge the bullets.

"McLean!"

McLean looked closely and saw that above, Ah Qiang was holding onto a chandelier rope and flew over his head. Before landing, he kicked a mercenary seven or eight meters away.

"Fuck." McKlain was stunned. Was this some kind of Tarzan performance?
Then, Ah-Qiang put on a chaotic show that left McLean speechless. Scaffolding, shelves, trolleys, and even clothes from the clothing store were used as weapons by Ah-Qiang. He jumped up and down like a monkey, nimbly moving between the furniture.

A large group of mercenaries swept guns around for a long time, but they couldn't even touch the person's clothes.

McClain rushed to help. Although he wasn't particularly strong in combat, he picked up a gun and used it to cover Ah Qiang's attack. The two of them, one in front and one behind, took care of the dozen or so mercenaries one by one.

Even as the last mercenary fell, McClain was still in disbelief.

Holy crap, how did you win just now?
Despite the victory, looking at the completely destroyed hall around him, McLean couldn't help but sigh that Ah Qiang's environmental destructive power seemed a bit too great.

Wreck-It Ralph!

"Qiang! I want to learn Chinese Kung Fu from you when we get back!" McLean rubbed his hands excitedly. "It's so cool! That's the close-quarters combat I've always wanted!"

Ignoring the warnings, Ah-Qiang picked up a black box from a mercenary's corpse. "McLean, there's another bomb here!"

The two opened it and saw that there were still 30 seconds left on the countdown.

"Damn it!! It's going to explode!" McClain's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. "Run!"

A-Qiang kicked the box away, and the two of them rushed towards the French windows next to them. During their escape, A-Qiang quickly grabbed a rope, tied one end to the water pipe, and wrapped the other end around his waist.

"McLean, hug me!"

"Fuck! Now is not the time for a hug!"

Without saying a word, Ah-Qiang grabbed McLean, and the two rolled around the rope several times, getting tangled up like dumplings, before crashing headfirst into the third-floor French window.

Boom! The explosion behind them arrived as expected, and the powerful shockwave sent the two flying into the air. However, due to the rope's pull, they did not fly far away, but instead spun around in a spiral and rolled down the wall.

The two hugged each other and spun around, using the rope to slow their descent. When the rope was completely untied, they crashed onto a first-floor awning, tumbled once, and finally fell to the side of the street.

Lying on the side of the street, McLean felt like his whole body was about to fall apart. He looked at Ah Qiang, who was panting heavily next to him, and grinned: "Ah Qiang! You're something else! You saved my life!"

Ah Qiang shook his hands as if they were burning hot, and said through gritted teeth, "New York is too dangerous, especially the department stores!"

"Hahaha!"

The two of them smiled with relief at surviving the ordeal.

A moment later, police officers who had been alerted by the commotion found the two men. After getting into a police car, McLean received a call from David.

“McLean! We’ve been tricked! The school bomb was fake; it was full of sugar water! Simon tricked us!” David cursed angrily. “His real target was the Federal Reserve’s gold! All the gold underground has been stolen!”

Upon hearing this, McLean's expression changed drastically.

He suddenly remembered the 14 stolen trucks. To transport so much gold at once, only those large dump trucks could be used.

"David! Trucks! Trucks! You need to ask Old Pigeon right away, and also the checkpoints at New York City, tell them to keep a close eye on those trucks leaving the city!"

“Too late, McLean,” David gritted his teeth. “Simon has shipped the gold out to sea! He’s going to blow it up!”

A few minutes earlier, Simon had again announced the news to the entire city of New York via radio. [The West has long stolen vast amounts of global wealth. In a few minutes, the Federal Reserve's gold reserves, the very foundation of your economy, will explode and sink to the bottom of the sea! If you are fortunate enough, you are cordially invited to witness this.]

Shortly after McLean hung up the phone, a deafening explosion rang out in the sea off Long Island, the loud noise heard by all the citizens of New York City.

Everyone looked up at the same time, heading east.
McLean muttered, "Madman. Is the American economy doomed?"

school entrance.

David and Denham walked out the door together, gazing at the distant sky.

“We’re doomed,” David said with a wry smile. “Leaving aside whether we can keep our jobs, more than a hundred billion dollars of gold have been blown into the sea. The American economy will be severely shaken, and this will be an economic disaster that affects the whole world.”

Denham's face paled. He knew David was right. This disaster would affect the whole world, and he and David, as one of the main people in charge of the case, would be the first to face the wrath of the federal government. Perhaps, as a result, the entire New York Police Department, the FBI, and so on would also face punishment.

The authorities will not let them off the hook, and the capitalists who lost their gold will not forgive them either.

Denham said with a headache, "Let's send people out to sea to salvage it first, and recover as much as we can."

Soon after, David and Denham received a series of phone calls. The explosion at sea could not escape the military's notice. It was fortunate that such a violent explosion occurred at sea, where no one was around. If it had happened in the city...
"Judging from what these people are saying, they would prefer the explosion to happen in the city."

David scoffed, "If it's a matter of some people dying and over a hundred billion in gold sinking to the bottom of the sea, would they choose the first option? How many lives would it take to get back that much gold?"

Denham felt a deep sense of powerlessness. He believed that some people would indeed choose this path, but he also believed that some people would choose another way.

"David, have you called Old Pigeon?"

“Old Pigeon can’t get involved in this matter anymore. Do you expect him to use pigeons to retrieve gold from the sea?” David waved his hand. “At this point, it’s best not to involve Old Pigeon. The consequences are too serious, and Old Pigeon can’t bear them.”

Denham could only manage a wry smile.

At this moment, McLean and Ah-Qiang also arrived in a police car. After everyone gathered together to share the information, they still had no solution. At present, they could only hope that the salvage team could salvage some of the gold.

In addition, regarding Simon, this international terrorist.
“The Diplomatic Security Service has intervened,” Denham said. “I’ve already received notification that the Security Service will send people to hunt down Simon. Their people are already on their way. Let’s go to the airport together to pick him up and exchange intelligence.”

“Diplomatic Security Service?” McLean was taken aback. “Which agent is it?”

"I heard it's Luke Hobbs."

"Hobbes? That beast whose entire body, even his brain, is made of muscle?"

McLean felt a chill run down his spine. Hobbes was a big star in the Diplomatic Security Service, having solved many major international cases.

That guy is a professional counter-terrorism monster! He stands like a giant bear, and one of his arms is as thick as his thigh!

"That's right, it's that muscle monster."

Denham muttered, "Hopefully he can catch Simon."

Ah Qiang didn't know who Hobbs was. He pointed to his nose and said, "Officers, do you still need my help?"

David and Denham both looked at the disheveled Chinese man and suddenly remembered that this guy seemed to have a pretty good relationship with Old Pigeon.

McLean put his arm around Qiang's shoulder. "Qiang, don't go yet! Come with us and let's catch that bastard Simon first!"

After witnessing Ah-Qiang's skills and destructive power, McLean now treats Ah-Qiang like a treasure. It would be a real shame if such a fierce fighter didn't become a policeman.

Just then, Luca called McLean, first expressing his regret that the gold had been sunk, and then saying, "I've found some clues about the stolen trucks."

A stolen truck?
McLean muttered to himself, now he was almost certain that those trucks were stolen by Simon to transport the gold.

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He suddenly felt something was wrong: "Old Pigeon, where are those trucks now?"

Luca: "It seems they've already left New York; someone saw them in the suburbs."

McLean paused, stunned. The gold mine had already been sunk by the bomb; what did Simon need these trucks for? Shouldn't he have abandoned these huge, unsightly things and fled with lighter loads? A sedan would be faster than a truck!
unless
"Gold!! Damn it! Simon tricked us again!" McClain shouted at David and the others as if out of nowhere, "There's no gold in the sea! Simon took all the gold!"

Everyone: "???"

McLean shared his analysis, and after careful consideration, everyone realized that it made perfect sense!
A truck! It's Old Pigeon's truck!
"Hahaha! In a pinch, you still have to rely on Old Pigeon!" McLean laughed loudly. "That Simon guy never dreamed that the truck they stole belonged to Old Pigeon! Those bastards made the biggest mistake of all, which was stealing Old Pigeon's truck!"

David's eyes lit up with hope: "Old Pigeon is truly my lucky star! Every time it comes to such a crucial moment, Old Pigeon brings us good news!"

Denham clenched his fist: "There's no time to lose, let's set off now! David, you and McLean take some men to intercept the truck, I'll go to the airport to pick up Hobbs! That group of mercenaries is quite large and well-equipped, we still have a tough battle ahead of us!"

[Bond: Close Friend]

In the panel, the font color of "Close Friend Bond" became darker and darker. Luca had a premonition that if a few more similar situations occurred, and he opened up to the rare cards and talked to them, plus a key opportunity, he might be able to get the "Partner" status.

Luca hasn't found the right opportunity yet, but he feels it lies within himself; the bond is mutual, requiring a deeper level of emotional connection.
But before that, let's level up Simon's bond and get his skills first.

How could we possibly let this guy escape from the United States?

(End of this chapter)