boyutpedia Chapter 448 Hundreds of Millions
Chapter 448 Hundreds of Millions
His right hand was clenched into a knife shape with his fingers together, the muscles on the side of his little finger taut like iron, drawing a sharp arc in the air.
The chop to the neck struck the opponent's carotid sinus with precision, producing a dull "thud".
The warehouse worker's pupils suddenly dilated, and he forced out a half-sound from his throat.
His knees buckled as if a cramp had been pulled out, and just as his head was about to hit the metal cabinet, Li Jian caught him with his left hand and gently laid him on the ground.
The whole process took no more than three seconds, and the work clothes hanging on the wall didn't even shake.
Li Jian squatted down and placed two fingers on the other person's neck to check for a pulse.
The movement of pulling the syringe from the inner bag was so fast it was almost blurry. As the needle pierced the jugular vein, the unconscious warehouse worker's eyelids twitched.
As the clear liquid in the syringe descended, Li Jian stood up, kicking the fallen employee badge into the shadows at the bottom of the cabinet with the tip of his shoe.
During the brief moment when the red light on the surveillance camera was flashing, he smoothed out the only footprint on the carpet.
the other side.
Gao Jianxiang had already entered the small room. He entered the password and pushed open the warehouse door.
The warehouse was pitch black; you couldn't see anything.
Gao Jianxiang's palm groped along the cold wall, and his fingertips suddenly touched a slightly raised metal panel.
The moment he pressed the switch hard, the entire warehouse was suddenly filled with the hum of electricity.
"Snap—"
The fluorescent tubes overhead lit up one after another from afar, spreading rapidly like a lit fuse. The blinding white light dispelled the darkness like a tide, illuminating the mountains of shelves, the dusty filing boxes, and the messy footprints on the ground.
Gao Jianxiang squinted, raising his hand to shield his eyes from the sudden glare. Once his vision adjusted, he could see the entire warehouse—
Before him lay mountains of cash.
Every stack of banknotes had Franklin printed on it.
A rough estimate suggests that the amount of these US dollars is definitely no less than one billion.
Bundles of hundred-dollar bills were piled up like gold bricks to form a majestic city wall.
The brand-new banknotes had sharp, knife-like edges, reflecting a bluish-green metallic sheen under the dust lamp, making the entire space feel like it was immersed in liquid jade.
These pieces of paper bearing the Federal Reserve's serial number are now being piled up in tonnes to form a breathtaking mountain.
Each stack of banknotes was sealed with a snow-white strip, like a tamed wild beast. The oppressive feeling created by their stacking made Gao Jianxiang's retinas tremble.
The vault's temperature control system keeps each banknote crisp and taut as it was when it left the factory.
Gao Jianxiang's nostrils were filled with the mixed smell of ink and anti-counterfeiting thread, a smell that sent shivers down his spine even more than the strongest ambergris.
One billion US dollars.
This would be an astronomical figure anywhere.
Gao Jianxiang's pupils suddenly dilated.
His Adam's apple bobbed up and down, but he couldn't make a sound, as if someone had suddenly choked him.
My fingers began to tremble uncontrollably.
"This...this..."
His lips moved, but he could only manage to squeeze out a few broken syllables.
My temples throbbed, and the blood rushing to my eardrums produced a thunderous echo.
Gao Jianxiang felt his mouth was dry and his tongue felt like sandpaper rubbing against his palate.
One billion. US dollars.
This number rampaged through the skull, shattering all barriers of reason.
Bundles of banknotes floated before my eyes, piled up like bricks to the ceiling;
He could almost see himself standing on the deck of a private yacht, champagne foam splashing on the cuffs of his custom-made suit;
I could even smell the distinctive scent of new banknote ink, mixed with the sunshine of Miami Beach...
"Pah"
A drop of sweat fell to the ground.
Gao Jianxiang then realized that the back of his shirt was soaked through and sticky to his spine.
He tried to take a deep breath, but could only open his mouth wide, like a fish out of water.
My right hand unconsciously reached for my chest, and I could feel my heart pounding wildly even through the fabric—it felt like it was about to break free of the cage of my ribs.
Developed, developed!
Gao Jianxiang took out his phone, ready to make a call.
Snapped!
A black hand came flying from behind, knocking Gao Jianxiang unconscious.
Li Jian picked up Gao Jianxiang's phone and saw that the number the other party was about to dial was Captain Guo from the East Kowloon Serious Crimes Unit.
Li Jian threw his phone at Gao Jianxiang, saying, "You've come this far, and you're still thinking about making a contribution? You've wasted your life!"
Li Jian immediately activated his spatial ring, storing all the Dao Les in his sight into it.
It took several minutes to collect all the knives and music in the room.
Just as Gao Jianxiang estimated, this batch of Dao Le was the dirty money that Chen Changmin made by trading flour with Zhang Chen and others.
After collecting all the knives and music, Li Jian left Gao Jianxiang in the empty room.
They also took the warehouse's surveillance hard drive with them.
When Gao Jianxiang slowly woke up, he found himself in an empty room.
The mountain of US dollars that had been piled up had all disappeared.
"Where's the money?"
Gao Jianxiang, who was working part-time, couldn't believe his eyes.
"Could it be that all that money was just my imagination?"
Gao Jianxiang had some doubts about whether there were any US dollars in the room.
Gao Jianxiang touched the back of his neck and felt a sharp pain.
Li Jian's technique was superb, leaving no trace whatsoever. Gao Jianxiang is now paranoid, even wondering if that perverted Chen Changmin has come back to life.
Gao Jianxiang forced himself to call Captain Guo: "Captain Guo, I found the dirty money left behind by Chen Changmin and his gang."
"What? How much!"
Gao Jianxiang said, "I don't know. I was knocked unconscious, and all my money is gone."
"Gao Jianxiang, are you out of your mind or what? Joking about something like this? You've already been fired from the police force. Don't think about anything else. Just live your life properly. That's it. Goodbye. No, I mean never again."
Captain Guo hung up the phone and blocked Gao Jianxiang.
In his view, Gao Jianxiang is a typical example of someone who doesn't understand things clearly.
Just like that anti-fraud old Chen, to put it nicely, it's called resignation; to put it bluntly, it's called being fired.
really.
When Gao Jianxiang dialed Captain Guo's number again, he was told that the call was already busy.
Gao Jianxiang left Hongxin Warehouse in a daze.
originally.
Gao Jianxiang intended to hand over all of this money.
In this way, he could not only be reinstated to his original position, but might even be promoted and receive a raise.
Even if he doesn't become a chief superintendent, being promoted to senior inspector is practically a certainty.
Now, everything is ruined.
Gao Jianxiang left Hongxin Warehouse in a daze, wandering aimlessly through the streets, too ashamed to go back and see Lin Xiaoye.
Two flowers bloom, one branch each.
Li Jian walked for more than a dozen blocks before taking off his headgear, mask, and glasses, and even changed all his clothes.
Li Jian didn't go home; instead, he went to Jimmy's office.
Jimmy is still a member of Wo Luen Shing.