Huang Quan and the others moved back and forth several times before they finally moved all the money boxes upstairs.
"Young Master, I did a preliminary count. There are about 40 million US dollars." Old Albert didn't have time to rest after he came back. He first led Wang Kun and the others to move the loot upstairs and did a rough count.
Although he had been exercising during this time and his body was strong, he was old after all. He still couldn't bear it. After a night of tossing and turning, his face didn't look good.
"Eddie, you're also very tired tonight. Go rest first. We'll talk about these things tomorrow." Seeing the old butler's tired face, Chen Mo said with concern.
The two families controlled all the casinos, brothels, breweries, and other industries in Brooklyn. Just during the prohibition period, the profits from bootlegging were astronomical. 40 million US dollars in assets didn't surprise Chen Mo.
However, Howard's eyes lit up. He didn't expect that the two Mafia families in Brooklyn could have such an amazing amount of assets.
The old butler was indeed tired. He went back to his room to rest after greeting them.
Looking at Howard who was shocked by the wealth of the two families, Chen Mo couldn't help but sigh. He and the Mafia really clashed.
When he came to this world, he was robbed by the Mafia and obtained the world's "first bucket of gold." Later, the "travel expenses" for the first step of the plan were also "contributed" by the Mafia. Finally, the plan was successfully completed and he controlled the Hydra.
This time, he directly killed the two families and used their huge wealth accumulated over the years to invest in Stark Industries. He became the largest shareholder of the company and the new "boss" of the founder, Howard Stark.
The Mafia simply became his "little treasury." Chen Mo really didn't know if he should thank them, but it didn't matter. Anyway, they were already killed by him. Maybe he was born to be their nemesis.
Chen Mo turned his head and looked at Howard, who had been "robbed" of his family business. At this time, Howard had a yearning expression on his face, and he was thinking about how to spend the large sum of money that Chen Mo had invested.
The few old equipment in the laboratory were all replaced with new ones. The latest experimental instruments and equipment that couldn't be bought due to lack of money were all bought. The rare metals, precious metals, and other raw materials needed for experiments were also purchased.
Buy 100 kilograms of each? It's a little too little, so I might as well give you a ton! It was only a few million, not expensive at all!
He would use it first and buy more if he didn't have enough.
What if he ran out of money? Wasn't there still Chen Mo, the super rich and the biggest shareholder? At worst, I'll sell the company to him. In the end, it'll still go back to my son. Howard's little abacus was loud and clear.
Howard never felt that he was so rich. Although his Stark Industries was worth hundreds of millions, most of it was fixed assets. The real liquid funds that could be used by him were less than ten million.
Compared to the huge consumption of his research on anti-gravity technology and other black technologies, this money was nothing at all. If he really did it, he would spend money like water and squander his family business in minutes. This time, the experiment just happened to be at a critical moment, and there was finally a breakthrough in anti-gravity technology. He didn't stop for a while and squandered a lot.
Looking at Howard, who was almost drooling, Chen Mo helplessly shook his head. This money grubber.
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The next day, all the underground forces in Brooklyn received a shocking piece of news.
The two major Mafia families in Brooklyn were massacred last night. The entire headquarters was covered in blood and no one was left alive. The two families that ruled the entire underground forces of Brooklyn for decades were completely destroyed.
Many people were in disbelief when they first heard the news. They even thought they heard wrong. When they learned that the culprit behind the destruction of the two families was the martial arts club, everyone was silent.
They thought of "Mad Dog" Tonny and the legend of the mysterious owner of the martial arts club, Chen Mo. How strong was this person? Was he still human?
When more detailed information was placed in front of them, everyone couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. At the same time, they secretly rejoiced that they didn't provoke him.
Last night, more than a hundred Mafia members in Brooklyn were killed. According to the description of witnesses, there were only seven people on the other side, and there were no casualties in the entire battle. What happened last night could be said to be a one-sided massacre. The amazing power displayed by the martial arts club shocked them.
They asked themselves if they were the ones who were attacked last night, the result would be the same. They couldn't help but be deeply afraid of the martial arts club.
It was hard to imagine how they managed to destroy the two families with more than a hundred elite gunmen with only seven people.
What made their hearts skip a beat was that the martial arts club sent out a message this morning. The leaders of all the forces in Brooklyn were to attend a meeting at the headquarters of the original Lucian family at seven o 'clock tonight. If they didn't show up on time, they would have to bear the consequences.
With the example of the two families, even if they didn't want to, they didn't dare to not go.
It could be imagined that if anyone dared to ignore the martial arts club's message and didn't attend the meeting tonight, then the bloody night last night would happen again.
Apart from nervously guessing the contents of the meeting, they didn't dare to have any thoughts of resistance.
That night, at the headquarters of the Lucian family.
Frank and Anderson met at the door. The two of them could be considered old buddies. When they were young, they used to fight. Later, as they got older, they became good friends. At this time, the two of them looked dignified, and there was a faint uneasiness in their eyes.
The two of them nodded to each other and didn't say anything. They turned around and walked in side by side. The two twisted iron doors lay quietly on the lawn, telling the scene that happened last night.
The two of them took a deep look at the door that was destroyed by some kind of inhuman force, then walked into the hall.
As soon as they walked in, the two of them smelled a faint smell of blood. The luxurious hall in front of them was densely covered in bullet holes, and the shiny marble floor faintly showed a trace of blood.
As they walked up the stairs, the smell of blood became even thicker. There were obvious bloodstains in the corners of the stairs, and the stone handrails on the side were damaged beyond recognition. Many of the pillars were directly broken, and the rest were badly damaged and full of cracks.
The two of them walked up the stairs with heavy footsteps. With complicated feelings, they couldn't help but turn around and look at each other. In each other's eyes, they saw a deep sense of fear.
Looking away, the two of them went up to the second floor and directly pushed open the door to the conference room. They used to come here often to discuss business, distribute profits, and solve conflicts. But at that time, the master of this place was still Freud.
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