"From now on, no one can enter or leave the underground level without my consent. There are nearly a million devices inside, and it will be troublesome if it breaks down." Mira told Trang and Ian.

After Trang left, Ian asked again: "What's the news from the Holy Fire?"

"Ah, I'm sorry, boss, I've been busy these past two days and forgot about this." Mira quickly turned on the computer.

After a while, Mira said: "The other party was very satisfied and asked you the price of the gas bomb."

"Tell them, there is no poison gas bomb this time. It is a small new type of bomb. It is powerful. It can also avoid security checks and can explode on time." Ian said. The Death God resource did not update anything new yesterday, but it appeared all at once.

I bought two small cloud bombs, and Ian exchanged them without thinking.

"They said they believed it so much that they wanted to buy it now," Mira said.

"Tell them there's only two, a million dollars each," Ian said.

"They said they wanted to ask for permission."

After about half an hour, the other party agreed, but said that it would take two days to prepare the funds.

After shutting down the computer, Ian asked: "How do we trade on the dark web? Do they transfer money directly to our account?"

"Of course not. In that case, we will be tracked by the FBI. They will transfer us some online virtual currencies, and we will sell these virtual currencies on the Internet, so that they become legal assets." Mira explained.

"Virtual currency? Won't it attract the attention of the FBI?" Ian asked.

"Haha, you don't understand this. The virtual currency of the dark web is not like banknotes printed by the government. This kind of virtual currency is a kind of data generated based on computer algorithms. The quantity is fixed and it is difficult to generate. Because of this characteristic,

So it is often used for transactions on the dark web." Mira smiled.

"You don't have to say it. I don't understand it anymore. Anyway, I'll leave this matter to you. After receiving the money, we will send the goods to them." As he said this, Ian took two small cloud explosive bombs from

He took it out of his pocket and placed it on a table nearby.

"Boss, I beg you, can you stop scaring me like that? It's a bomb." Mira said worriedly.

"Don't worry, it won't explode without a set time. Of course, as long as you don't smash it, haha." After Ian finished speaking, he ignored Mira's plea and left with a smile.

Now he is going to pick up people at the airport. When the last smashing incident occurred, Trang and the others did not take action against each other because of their own fault. This has always made Trang and the others worried. In their view, as long as they take action, they will be

When it comes to Locke and the others, even though there are many people on the other side, they won't be able to succeed so easily.

Therefore, Ian contacted William and the others in Ancheng. Although the Death Society there had been noticed by the police, it was still his first gang after all, and Ian had no intention of giving up.

However, when William received a call from Ian, he immediately expressed his intention to come over. Ian immediately rejected him and asked him to find Muto Sendo, and he must find a way to get Muto to come to S City to find him, regardless of Muto.

No matter how much money you ask, I will agree.

Trang drove the car and arrived at the airport with Ian. It was still early, so the two of them sat in the nearby cafe, drank coffee and read the newspaper. Ian looked at the bustling crowd and felt very satisfied in his heart.

: This is life, without threats, insults or beatings. But all this is not obtained because of hard work, but because of hard struggle on the edge of life and death. This is reality.

When you accept your fate, fate will oppress you; when you resist fate, fate will open a way for you.

After waiting for about half an hour, Ian finally saw Muto, who was covered in fat and swaying, and took Trang to meet him.

"Is this the powerful character you're talking about?" Trang asked with a frown.

"Well, that's him, but don't say it to his face. It's not a good thing to be heard by him. This guy is very stingy." Ian ordered in a low voice.

When the three of them met at first sight, before Ian could hug Muto, Muto suddenly put his nose to his nose and smelled it, and asked in surprise: "It's not bad. It's only been a few days before he dared to kill people."

"Shh!" Ian quickly made a silence gesture and asked, "How do you know?"

"Hey, I can smell it with my nose." Then Muto pretended to smell it again, glanced at Truang, and said, "This guy killed more."

Both Ian and Trang were shocked and said quickly: "Okay, okay, get in the car first."

"Haha, I have been in the United States for so many years, but I have never been to S City. I want to have a good time when I come here. What you said before must be true." Muto said happily.

"What did you say?" Ian didn't remember talking to him on the phone. The previous conversation was about warehouse leasing.

"Don't come here. You can ask William to tell me how much it costs. I'm here just for this. If you regret it, I'll go back now." Muto gestured to pull the car door.

Ian quickly stopped him and said, "Haha, I thought you were talking about the warehouse. Well, of course, how much do you want?"

Muto actually took out a roll of paper from his pocket. It was ten centimeters wide and rolled very neatly. He wrote a lot of things densely on it. It was probably as long as two or three meters from beginning to end.

"What?" Ian asked.

"List, this is the list I made. The money you have to give me is enough to at least allow me to complete all the things on the list." Muto said without raising his head.

"How much is that?" Ian asked, saying that, but if this guy asked himself for millions of dollars, he really wouldn't be able to get it for a while.

"Well... let me calculate. It's not too much. About one million US dollars is enough. If you have one million US dollars, I will be yours. You can do whatever you want me to do." Muto looked up excitedly.

said.

"Squeak...one million?" Trang suddenly stepped on the brakes and looked back at Muto and Ian in surprise.

"One million!" Ian was also a little surprised. This guy really dared to open his mouth and ask for one million. Don't you know that people like him have worked hard to get to where they are now? He was about to leave as soon as he opened his mouth.

One million, no wonder Trump has to hit the brakes.

"What? Are you going to regret it? Then I'll get out of the car." Muto went to pull the car door again, but Ian stopped him again.

Ian nodded and said: "Okay, one million is one million, Trang, drive."

The car started moving again, and Muto smiled with satisfaction and said: "Let me tell you, since you dare to let William say that, you must have made a big fortune. You will definitely not let go of such a small amount as one million a month."

In my eyes, hehe."

"Squeak...bang!" This time both Ian and Muto's heads hit the seat in front of them.

Truong and Ian shouted at the same time: "One million a month?"

"Hey! Let me tell you what's going on with you guys. If you don't want to give me anything, just tell me. I'll leave now." Then he made a show of pulling the car door again.

This time, neither Ian nor Trang stopped them. After all, one million a month was too exaggerated. They only had three or four million in total now. There were still so many people to eat and drink, and the money the entertainment city made was simply not enough.

It's not enough. If it's really one million a month, I'm afraid they won't be able to use it for two months and they will break up.

But they did not stop Muto from pulling the car door, nor did they intend to let him go. Instead, the two of them were stunned. However, just being so stunned made Muto a little embarrassed. He thought that Ian would stop him again.

Seeing that Ian didn't stop him, he sighed and said: "Well, I originally thought you understood my value, but it seems you don't fully understand it either. Now let me explain it to you. It's hard to explain clearly, but I can make it clear.

Let me tell you, I will make your one million dollars every month well spent."

"What's the value?" Ian came back to his senses and asked.

Muto crossed his arms across his chest, thought for a moment and said, "Let's put it this way, if you want me to kill the President of the United States, I don't think he will live long."

Both Ian and Trang heard the confident meaning in Muto's words, but the metaphor was still exaggerated. After hesitating, Ian said: "That's good, since you are here, this first month's

I will definitely give you one million, but I happen to have something to do. If you can help me do it, I will give you a monthly salary of one million. What do you think?"
Chapter completed!