"Sorry, sir, there are too few clues. I can't be sure that it's Mrs. M who just passed away."
The time was too short, so William didn't blame Sunday, "Where is the person who answered the phone?"
"A very fragrant port in Asia," Sunday replied.
F * ck, this was the first time someone had taken the initiative to approach him. Thinking that there was a group of unknown people staring at him in the dark, William was upset and annoyed at the same time.
He ordered Sunday, "Check it out for me. As long as it can guarantee our safety, I don't care about the process. As long as it's the result, I authorize you to use any method."
"Understood, sir, the task has been recorded and has begun to be executed. Computing, computing, computing, computing, insufficient computing resources, beginning to transfer Boston's vacant computing resources. Transferring, beginning computing, estimated time of three days."
The irritated William was noisy and patted his headset lightly, "Be quiet."
In order to investigate this mysterious organization, Sunday quietly mobilized all the vacant computing resources in Boston, causing many hosts and servers that were closed at night in Boston to start up by themselves.
The appearance of an unknown organization wanting to approach him made William feel a sense of crisis in his heart. He no longer had the mood to watch the Polar Bear Gang as he did a few days ago.
Since Pushkin's number one hitman had come to Boston, the defense around him would be weakened.
After thinking for a moment, he dialed Michael's number and the call was quickly connected, "Good evening, Mr. Devonshire."
"Good evening, Michael, I have bad news for you. I just got the news that the five people you killed the day before yesterday were not just the groom.
Their more secretive identity was the head of a Polar Bear oligarch named Pushkin's stronghold on the East Coast of the United States.
Half an hour ago, a plane flew over from Polar Bear and brought a man named Ted Lunsen. His mission is to investigate the cause of the deaths of the five groom you killed this time.
There will be a plane to Polar Bear in two hours. I'll deal with Ted Lunsen.
Your mission is to go to the Polar Bear and kill Pushkin. Only by killing Pushkin, this financial backer, will everything be over.
When we reach the polar bear, there will be a four-man team to support you. You can decide how to kill Pushkin. My only request is that you do it cleanly. "
"Understood." Michael didn't say anything unnecessary. He also knew that if he didn't get rid of the financial backer behind the scenes, this matter wouldn't end.
According to the Polar Bear Gang's way of doing things, they would hunt him down endlessly. Even those who were related to him would not be able to escape.
After casually packing a few sets of clothes to change into, Michael took a taxi to a private airport in the suburbs as instructed by the text message.
Wearing a mask and a baseball cap, he said the secret signal to the captain who was waiting for him. The captain did not ask anything after the secret signal was met.
He only said to Michael, "Please follow me, sir. The plane is ready. The whole flight will take nine and a half hours."
"Thank you," Michael said. He had flown over Moscow before and knew that Boston to Moscow looked very far on a map, but the distance between Boston and Moscow in a straight line was only about 1,800 kilometers.
As long as the plane flew north, it would save a lot of time by going through the Bering Strait.
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After sending Michael off, William took the elevator to the underground parking lot. He drove the Ducati R6 to the warehouse where the prop banknotes were stored.
After scanning the entire warehouse with his psychic power and finding no accidents, he changed into his night clothes and put on his gloves.
He took a dozen paper cutters from the warehouse and opened the portal to the ventilation passage of the warehouse where Pushkin hid the money a few days ago.
He climbed into the warehouse along the passage, ignoring the money in the warehouse. He needed to deal with the guards in the warehouse first so that he wouldn't be disturbed when he was moving the money.
With the psychic power scanning, William quickly understood the situation around him.
It was now night, and only the guards were in the warehouse. The workers who counted the money and slaughtered the meat had gone home after work. This was also what William wanted.
When he opened the door of the money room, the four guards outside the door were shot in the head by flying knives before they could react.
On Sunday, he hacked into the warehouse's mainframe and turned off the camera. William walked all the way as if he was taking a stroll.
Any thugs who appeared within 50 meters of him didn't even have time to react before they were killed by the flying daggers.
More than ten minutes later, the last thug who was sleeping soundly was killed. Without any accidents, all the thugs were quietly cleaned up by William.
He opened the portal and threw all the dead thugs into the mine in Oxford used to dispose of garbage. Then he pulled out the water pipe and washed the blood on the ground.
This was done to create the impression that the money was stolen by these thugs. As long as they were not found alive or dead, the whereabouts of the money would be pinned on these thugs.
No one would believe that someone could steal a few tons of money without anyone noticing. After all, 100 million US dollars weighed 1.05 tons.
It would be strange if there was no insider who could transport so much money.
So, under William's reminder on Sunday, he cleaned up the entire warehouse, leaving nothing behind.
After spending more than an hour cleaning up the bloodstains and other traces, William excitedly walked into the money storage unit.
This was really a mountain of money. It took William a few minutes to calm down. He threw down the open money bag and opened the portal to transport all the money bags to the prop money warehouse.
Then he took out the real money bag by bag and put the prop money into the bag.
When all the money was exchanged, it was already 5 o 'clock in the morning.
Damn, I'm exhausted. William sat on the mountain of real money and held his head, which was a little dizzy because he used too much mental power.
He listened to Sunday's report, "Sir, if the 100 and 50 notes are not mixed, there is a total of 630 million US dollars in cash."
This news was not bad. Although it was not as much as he expected, the 630 million US dollars made William very happy.
After resting for a while, his mental power recovered a lot. He touched his gradually recovering head and exhaled heavily. He joked, "I'm probably the most expensive helper in the world."
"I'm sorry, sir, it's not 'probably', it's' definitely '. You're the most expensive helper," Sunday joked with William.
"Haha." After laughing for a while, looking at the small mountain under his butt, William said with a bitter face, "Fortunately, I don't have to move the money out and into the money bag now. It can be done with about 10 trips in the storage space.
100 million US dollars was about 1.5 cubic meters. After resting for another half an hour, William touched the mountain of money. When the storage space was full, he opened the portal to Oxford's treasure room.
He piled all the money on the pile of gold nuggets in the treasure room. After 10 trips, he finally transported all the money back to the castle in Oxford.
Back in Boston, according to Sunday's instructions, he made a short-circuit mechanism.
According to Sunday's estimate, about 43 hours, around 12 o 'clock in the morning the day after tomorrow, the circuit would short-circuit, sparks would splash on the paint, and then the exploded paint would be scattered on the prop money pile.
The closed warehouse with a few ventilation windows would burn fiercely like a coal stove.
The road outside the warehouse was blocked by containers, and the fire engine could not enter at all. In less than two hours, all the money would be burned up.
The thugs were gone, the money was burned, and the warehouse was rented online on Sunday with a fake identity. Even if someone suspected it, there would be no clues.
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