After leaving the restaurant, William rode his motorcycle and followed Sunday's directions. He spent more than an hour investigating a few places that were suspected to be warehouses. Finally, at the fourth location, he found the warehouse where the Polar Bear Gang stored their money.
In a dark alley outside the warehouse, William sat on the motorcycle and released his mental power to explore the situation in the warehouse.
It looked like a group of frozen beef and mutton warehouses built on the docks, but as soon as he walked into the warehouse, he could see many gang members with Uzi, AK, and other long and short guns.
In a large warehouse, William sensed that there were more than a dozen armed men guarding over more than 30 women in work uniforms.
These middle-aged women were each having a large table, two banknote counting machines, and a small mountain of money under their feet. From time to time, they would grab a large amount of banknotes, put the banknotes into the banknote counting machines, and counted the loose banknotes.
100 banknotes in a bundle, except for the bundles of 100 dollars and 50 dollars that were all left on the table, the rest of the 10 dollars and 20 dollars were all bundled up and thrown into a large plastic bucket in front of the table.
William soon understood why these people did this. After a few minutes of mental power exploration, a woman raised her hand and stood up. Immediately, two thugs with guns walked to her side, looked at the plastic bucket in front of the table, and nodded.
Putting away the guns, the two worked together to drag the big bucket to the pile of money, and said to the person sitting on the pile of money, "Boss, do you want to send these loose banknotes to the stronghold or store them in the warehouse?"
"Of course, send them to the stronghold, the warehouse is almost full, at least half of them are 10 or 20 dollar piles. Call that bastard Slavic and tell him to use his connections on the East Coast of the United States to distribute these 10 or 20 dollar banknotes.
At the same time, tell him that if he sends these 10 or 20 dollar banknotes again, I'll talk to Mr.
I'll let him talk to Mr. Pushkin himself, and then use the 10 or 20 yuan to bribe the American police to see if they'll accept it. "
"Understood, boss, I'll send someone to send the money to Slavic."
The leader nodded and watched his subordinates leave. He looked at the pile of 10 and 20 USD under his butt and ordered his subordinates who were leaving.
"Tell that bastard Slavin that he only has a week. Next week, we'll ship the money in the warehouse to Brother Tarasov in New York. If he doesn't want Vigo Tarasov to find trouble with him, he better hurry up."
"Hehe, don't worry, Boss. Slavi definitely wouldn't dare to offend the two brothers, Tarasov and Abram Tarasov."
Outside the warehouse, William was a little familiar with the name Vigo. He tapped his headset and said, "Help me check Vigo Tarasov and Abram Tarasov on Sunday."
Sunday quickly sent the information he had found to William's phone, and he clicked on the information.
When he saw Vigo Tarasov, William recognized who Vigo Tarasov was.
Tsk, tsk, tsk, isn't this the polar bear boss who was chasing him for 1 mile?
It was this guy's son who hit John Wick's head with a stick and almost killed him. In the end, not only did he steal the car given by John Wick's wife, but he also killed the dog in front of John Wick.
This is going to be fun. Thinking about the plot in Fast Pursuit, William rolled his eyes and laughed. He dialed John Wick's phone.
"Beep, beep, beep, beep."
The phone rang four times and John Wick answered the phone. "Good evening, Mr. Devonshire, what can I do for you?"
"Do you know the two brothers, Vigo Tarasov and Abram Tarasov?"
John Wick thought for a moment and said, "Of course, sir. Vigo Tarasov and Abram Tarasov are both polar bear descendants. They are very famous in our underground polar bear circle.
It is said in the underground world that the two brothers are the spokesmen of the polar bear super oligarch Pushkin in New York. Mr. Devonshire, do you want to trouble them? "
"No." William laughed. "Since you know the two brothers, Vigo Tarasov and Abram Tarasov, then help me say hello to them and say that I hope to treat them to Boston lobster in Boston."
John Wick didn't hesitate. "Understood, sir. I'll go to New York now."
"Don't worry, we'll meet at the hotel in an hour. I have something for you."
"Okay, see you in an hour, sir."
Hanging up the phone, William opened his spiritual force, took a few steps back and ran a few steps forward. He stepped on the edge of the wall and jumped over the wall.
Because of his spiritual force, William was clear about the things within 200 meters of the warehouse. With Sunday's reminder, he avoided all the checkpoints and thugs and walked to the warehouse where the cash was stored.
Climbing up the vent, he slipped into the warehouse. Looking at the cash in the warehouse, William held back his excitement and counted it. Damn, there were at least 200 parcels the size of large suitcases, according to the size of US dollars.
Sunday calculated and told William that if such a package was 100 US dollars, then a package would have 10 million US dollars.
Thinking of Pushkin's oligarch status, William was not surprised that the gang would put so much cash here.
A cunning rabbit has three burrows, he believed that there was at least 1 billion US dollars in the warehouse. Suppressing his excitement, William set the transmission coordinates on the vent, climbed out of the warehouse, and went out of the warehouse according to the original route.
Using his spiritual force to scan the road ahead, William didn't turn on the lights and gently stepped on the accelerator to reduce the noise. He rode the motorcycle out of the warehouse range and then stepped on the accelerator to return to the hotel.
The planned prop banknotes had not yet arrived. The cautious William was not in a hurry to open the portal to transport the banknotes in the warehouse.
In addition, he knew that the small banknotes in the warehouse would be replaced with large banknotes in a few days, so William was not in a hurry.
Back to the hotel, he took the exclusive elevator back to the suite.
He refused the butler's meal service, closed the door, and scanned the suite with his spiritual force. After finding no problems, he opened the portal back to the basement of Oxford Castle and took a set of equipment back to the Boston hotel suite.
Putting the equipment on the bar, he poured a glass of whiskey and quietly thought about the future plan, waiting for John Wick to arrive.
More than ten minutes later, the doorbell of the suite rang. William put down the glass and opened the door personally. He saw John Wick standing outside in a suit.
"Good evening, Mr. Devonshire."
"Good evening, John, please come in."
He took John Wick to the wine cabinet and poured him a glass of Macallan 1956.
"Thank you." John Wick took the wine glass and thanked him. He took a big gulp of wine.
"No, no." William shook his head and blamed, "This is whiskey, not vodka. Good wine is to be savored slowly."
"Haha, I'm sorry, sir. You know that I'm a Polar Bear. No matter what kind of wine it is, we drink it in big gulps. But this wine is indeed very good." He finished the other half of the wine in the glass. "Thank you."
William helplessly picked up the bottle and poured another glass in front of him, and it was a full glass.
Since it was John Wick's habit to drink it in one gulp, William didn't care. He watched John Wick drink it in one gulp.
He helplessly pushed the bottle in front of him. Although he didn't care, it didn't mean that William would personally pour a third glass for John Wick.
"Thank you." John Wick took the bottle.
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