I really just want to make money

Chapter 499
In order to make Woodson go without pain, Li Yu remotely controlled the group's finance minister, Zhao Fang, and assigned a share of MY shared travel company worth 35 billion to the company's charity foundation.

In this way, plus the remaining 15 billion in Li Yu's system's book, it was just enough to make up 50 billion.

50 small targets, in exchange for only 1 point of physical attributes.

Physical fitness has increased from 92 to 93. Although only a very inconspicuous point has been added, Li Yu can still clearly feel the substantial increase in physical strength.

The skin was tougher, the bones were harder, and he felt like he could kill a cow with one punch!

Feeling the power that was about to move in his fist, Li Yu couldn't help it.

"Would you like to find a brick and try?"

"Forget it, hitting people with bricks isn't as fun..."

……

At the FBI branch in Tomato City, Woodson was staring at his subordinate Morse again.

"How is the preparation of the people you arranged?"

Morse: "Mr. Director, the undercover manpower for MYBOOK has been arranged, and they are waiting for their company to recruit."

"I'm still arranging other staff..."

Listening to Morse's answer, Woodson frowned slightly. He knew that Morse was dawdling, but he didn't want to be too hasty.

After thinking about it, he turned to another question.

"I asked you to contact Steve Powell, what's going on now?"

As a professional old FBI, Woodson has excellent professional ability. He will not be limited to undercover and surveillance when dealing with people like Li Yu.

A vampire investor like Steve Powell would not believe that Woodson would donate his banknotes even if he killed him!
If nothing else, Woodson must have been caught.

His idea was correct, but unfortunately...

"I have already contacted, but Steve Powell insisted that he just wanted to do charity. I also found out that he is selling the real estate under his name. I suspect that he may be preparing to run away..."

Well, it's hammered!

This guy, Steve Powell, must have shady evidence that was manipulated by people like Li Yu.

But it is one thing to know, and there is no evidence in hand, so it is of no use to Woodson now.

Depressed, Woodson immediately told Morse to leave, and sat alone in the office thinking hard about how to catch Li Yu's pigtails.

After a while, Woodson, who couldn't find a clue, was going to go out to release, and also to wake himself up by the way.

Woodson has a little-known obsession.

In public, he is the head of the FBI and a fanatical white supremacist.

But behind the scenes, his hobby is to go to nightclubs where high people and minorities gather to party, and then find a cousin of minorities to vent fiercely!

This hobby is a secret in his heart, and no one knows it except himself.

Well, Li Yu is an exception...

After dressing up in disguise, Woodson entered the basement garage through a secret door behind the office, and then drove into an old pickup truck.

This pickup truck was specially prepared for him by him...

On the other side, Li Yu was attending a party organized by the Chinese American Chamber of Commerce. After drinking half a bottle of whiskey, Li Yu glanced at the time, and instantly got into the act.

"Mr. Chen, I'm sorry, I'm a little dizzy after drinking too much. I'll go up and take a while, and I'll come down later to continue."

Li Yu and a fat Chinese wealthy businessman surnamed Chen smiled apologetically.

This party was organized by Fatty Chen. Hearing that Li Yu wanted to take a break, Fatty Chen didn't think much of it, and asked a thoughtful question.

"Mr. Li, you see that I have all kinds of countries here, do you want to arrange one for you?"

Li Yu glanced at the party scene, there were very few cloth pieces, revealing a large piece of black, white, yellow, brown, and a group of demons dancing...

"Ahem, I don't need this for now, the dizziness needs to be relieved."

Li Yu had to deal with business later, so Li Yu could only reluctantly refuse Fatty Chen's kindness.

Finding a bedroom on the second floor, Li Yu asked Wang Xiaohu to guard the door to prevent anyone from knocking on the door, while he quickly put on makeup and changed clothes.

With black and gray paint on his face, wearing hip-hop clothes, and a peaked cap, a free American vagrant who can be seen everywhere is freshly baked.

Looking at himself in the mirror, and confirming that his mother would not recognize him, Li Yu nodded in satisfaction.

"Good! Haipo! Ye!"

After doing a few hip-hop moves, I feel more like Xiao He.

"go!"

On a floor more than three meters high, Li Yu didn't even need a rope. He was as light as an ape. He jumped and landed firmly on the street.

This is a small road, and there is no one. Under the cover of night, Li Yu quickly disappeared.

The location of the party was only a few kilometers away from Johnny's Nightclub, and Li Yu walked very fast.

ten minutes later

Li Yu was already holding a bottle of wine, and following the explosive DJ, he swayed wildly in the crowd.

Smelling the smell of sweat coming from all directions and the pungent smell of inferior perfume, Li Yu almost vomited out what he had just eaten at the party!
Nima, in order to cover up the stink on their bodies, these foreigners like to wear perfume, regardless of men and women. The key here is that they are poor, and the quality and taste of the perfume are hard to describe...

Seeing Li Yu holding a bottle of wine in his hand, a blackberry squeezed over with bright eyes, and a pair of balls almost bounced Li Yu away.

"Hey dude, don't you want me to have a drink?"

As he said that, Blackberry bumped Li Yu hard with his chest, and then teased Li Yu with a small look that he thought was seductive.

Li Yu: "..."

Suppressing the discomfort in his body, Li Yu replied arrogantly.

"I'm not interested in women."

blackberries:"……"

Fuck!

It turned out to be a gay!
Blackberry rolled his eyes, pointed at Li Yu to stop, and walked away decisively.

After dismissing the enthusiastic Blackberry, Li Yu looked at the time again, and then began to stare at the door of the bar.

The itinerary given by the system was very accurate, and it was clearly marked when Woodson entered the nightclub and bar.

Sure enough, under Li Yu's gaze, an old white man walked in.

"Well, you put on makeup too? But it's useless, it's you..."

After confirming the target, Li Yu smiled, and continued to twist his buttocks after looking away.

After all, Woodson was an old detective, and if someone kept watching him, he would definitely find something unusual.

Li Yu is not in a hurry, just play slowly...

After Woodson walked into the nightclub, he ordered two bottles of whiskey very skillfully, one for himself and one for the table.

Just a moment later, several blackberries and Asian berries were posted upside down.

But the old man was quite picky, and actually drove the person away, until the blackberry who wanted to post Li Yu just now walked over, and the old man squinted at the blackberry's basketball.

Damn, it turns out that you are such an FBI!

Li Yu watched Woodson and Blackberry fight fiercely, and was speechless for a while.

You are so old, are you really not afraid of being squeezed dry by this humanoid juicer?

Woodson obviously didn't think about it that much. The two drank the whiskey in one meal, and danced with each other after drinking.

A few minutes later, they probably lost their temper, and they hugged each other and walked to the back of the bar...

Li Yu has just stepped on the point, which is the position of WC.

"Damn! Are you in such a hurry?"

Li Yu put the undrinked whiskey on the table, and he followed in the direction of WC.

As soon as he left, the whiskey on the table was taken away.

In this kind of place, there are everyone except good people...

The lighting in the bar is very dim, and the lighting in the bathroom is even darker. Let alone seeing people clearly, you can even walk by touching them.

What's even more awesome is that the bathrooms here are gender-neutral!

There are open urinals as well as individual cubicles with doors.

The urinal is okay, they are all doing serious business, but the cubicle is hard to say, there are all kinds of ghosts crying and howling...

Li Yu, with his eyesight far surpassing that of ordinary people, could barely see Woodson and Blackberry walk into one of the cubicles, and then...

"Ye!"

"Good!"

"What? Falk!"

In less than a moment, the door of the cubicle was opened, and Blackberry came out cursing.

Seeing Blackberry walk out of the bathroom aggressively, Li Yu chuckled.

The opportunity is here!

Putting on the rubber gloves, Li Yu walked straight towards the cubicle...

In the small cubicle, Woodson was cursing and pulling up his pants.

"shit!"

"I've been working too hard recently, or else I'll make you, a water chestnut, look good!"

Woodson, who was doing self-psychological construction, suddenly felt someone walk in, and suddenly became furious.

"Fake! I didn't see Lao Tzu inside..."

It's a pity that before he finished speaking, a fist the size of a sandbag rapidly enlarged in front of his eyes.

The villain dies because he talks too much, so Li Yu's style of doing things is to be able to do things and never beep, a typical person doesn't talk too much...

Danger!

Decades of professional instincts made Woodson feel an unprecedented crisis.

He wanted to dodge this dangerous punch, but he had just exhausted his energy and was at his weakest, plus his hands were pulling up his pants...

"boom!"

Li Yu's punch, which weighed 200kg, hit Woodson's head firmly.

The dignified director of the FBI in Tomato City, the existence that made countless people frightened, was punched unconscious in the toilet just like that...

"Damn it! Sneak attack in the toilet, young people don't talk about martial arts!"

With a lot of unwillingness and resentment, Woodson sat back on the toilet limply, completely passed out.

Seeing that Woodson had shut up, Li Yu closed the door of the cubicle casually, and then reached out to check the boss' breath.

"Well, the bones are quite hard, but there is still energy..."

Li Yu has a headache, he is a person who talks about martial arts, and he doesn't bother to do such things as punching, but Woodson has to be sent on the road...

Li Yu looked around, and finally, his gaze stayed on the toilet.

"Would this... not be good?"

……

Ten minutes later, Li Yu staggered out of Johnny's Nightclub like a standard alcoholic, and quickly disappeared into the night.

In Johnny's Nightclub, a few minutes later, a drunk man hiccupped and groped into the toilet. He took off his pants and was about to pull them out when he suddenly felt as if he was sitting on a Simmons mattress.

"Well, why is it so soft?"

Brother Hi, who was not completely drunk, also noticed something was wrong, and turned around to touch it.

"Fuck! It's actually a human!"

Although he was startled and shivered, Brother Hi's psychological quality is still very strong. He patted Woodson on the shoulder and said:

"Hi! Dude, get up, I'm gonna take a shit!"

"Hi……"

After taking a few shots in a row, I found that the person on the toilet did not respond. Brother Hi immediately noticed something was wrong.

Even if he is drunk, at least there will be some subconscious reactions, no reactions at all...

hiss!
This person is dead? ?
Brother Hi woke up half of his wine in an instant, but the mentally strong Brother Hi didn't scream, but reached out and felt it by Woodson's nose.

Soggy, but no gas...

"Fake!"

Brother Hi retracted his hand like lightning, patting his muscular chest to express his fear.

If this is changed to domestic, it must be called first and then called the police, but in Free America...

Brother Hi collected himself, and suddenly his eyeballs moved.

"Good opportunity!"

Without any ideological struggle, the fear on Brother Hi's face disappeared, leaving only greed.

After a rustling sound, Brother Hi put his hands in his pockets and walked out of the toilet like a normal person.

Ten minutes later, Brother Hi returned to his kennel, turned on the light and couldn't wait to check his harvest.

open wallet wallet
"So many beautiful knives?"

Look again at the watch that was pulled from Woodson's hand.

"Fack! Is it a Rolex?"

"Wow Kaka, I'm getting rich! I'm getting rich!"

Brother Hi's nose was bubbling with excitement, and he almost couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Hoo hoo! Don't laugh! Don't let other people know..."

Hey brother, although I don’t know much about it, a Rolex is worth thousands of dollars, plus cash...

He never dreamed that he could find something worth tens of thousands of dollars from a dead ghost!
After finally recovering from the surprise, Brother Hi noticed that there was still something in the wallet.

"Huh? What is this?"

Looking at the contents of the certificate, the smile on Brother Hi's face gradually disappeared, and then the whole person seemed to have been immobilized, completely paralyzed...

"what??"

Brother Hi put his head in his hands in horror, and looked at the ID in front of him with a look of unrequited love.

He actually touched the body of Director Woodson of the FBI? ?

Finished!

Barbie buckled!

……

Regardless of how terrified Brother He is now, if Woodson lying on the toilet has a spirit, he will definitely be even more desperate.

Because, after the first hi brother touched the body, another seven or eight people found Woodson's body.

However, they uniformly did not choose to call the police, but touched Woodson again.

When the cleaning aunt saw Woodson the next morning, he only had a pair of underwear left...

"Oh manga!"

The cleaning aunt covered her face, as if she wanted to see but didn't dare to.

With the scream of the cleaning lady, the nightclub manager knew that someone died in the toilet last night.

But does that count?
Glancing at Woodson, the nightclub manager frowned slightly.

"It's troublesome that a white man died..."

If it was Xiao Hei who died, he wouldn't even bother to call the police, he could just find a stinky ditch and throw it in, but for a white person, he would have to call the police.

Half an hour later, the police car parked feebly at the entrance of the nightclub, and two policemen walked into the nightclub impatiently.

"What's going on? Why did you call the police early in the morning?"

The manager of the nightclub obviously knew the policeman. Seeing the policeman's impatient expression, he immediately handed over the cigar with a smile.

"I'm sorry, I found a drunkard dead in the toilet this morning..."

The manager briefly explained the situation, and when they heard that a white man had died here, the two policemen became a little more serious.

"Take us to see."

A group of people walked to the bathroom and saw Woodson, who was left with only a pair of big underpants, the policeman was a little upset.

This is a corpse that was picked up after death!

Anyone who can do this kind of thing, needless to say, knows who did it...

This made the policeman, who is also a high-ranking person, very upset!
If it weren't for the fact that the manager of this nightclub is not less filial, the two of them would probably have lost their temper.

The older policeman had a sullen face, pinching a lock of hair with a handkerchief and lifting Woodson's head. The result was just a glance, which almost scared the old oily policeman into incontinence!

"This...this is..."

Looking at Woodson, who was pale and paperless in front of him, with wide-open eyes and a look of reluctance, the old policeman was terrified and trembled uncontrollably.

"Director Woodson!"

(End of this chapter)