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"He's not qualified yet!"

McConnell shook his head: "Since that kid prefers to stay with young women than us old guys, let him stay with women well!"

Hearing the roar of the old man coming from the earphones, Tifa looked at Romon with a smile, and teased, "Oh~~~! My poor Bond agent, it seems that your decision to accompany me to dinner has made you miss A chance to be favored by the FBI Director."

"But I got the chance to have dinner with you." Romon chuckled lightly, "For me, being able to have dinner with Officer Tifa is more important than the favor of an FBI deputy director."

"But if you eat with me, you won't get money and power." Tifa's face was slightly heated, she lightly pursed her lips and raised her wine glass.

"But I saw your smile." Romon also raised his wine glass, and Tifa's wine glass touched lightly.

boom.

With the crisp sound of the wine glasses colliding, Pila drank the red wine in the glass with a smile on his face, and said humbly: "Thank you, Director, thank you, Director, for allowing me to drink such delicious red wine."

Some people are willing to give up their bright future for the sake of a beautiful woman.

And some people are willing to give up beauties for the sake of a bright future... Uh, well, accountant Pila doesn't have any beauties to give up.

So far, his mother's solo is still progressing in his career, which can stimulate his dopamine secretion even more.

"Pila, your loyalty is the most rare quality in the world today. Work hard. After the chief accountant of the department retires, you will take his place."

Drawing big cakes is a skill that every boss must master, and McConnell is no exception. Don't worry about when the chief accountant of their department will retire, anyway, draw the cake first.

While McConnell was happily drawing pies for Pila, a man with a round face and a high-end custom-made suit came to everyone with a silver-white metal box.

It was Montesquieu, the custodian of the Swiss bank.

He walked up to Pila with a smile on his face, bowed slightly and said:

"Accountant Pilar, I've come to pay your bet."

As he said that, Montesquieu unfolded the metal box in his hand and took out a custom-made encryption machine the size of a laptop inside: "Accountant Pilar, first enter the withdrawal code, and then enter the account you need to wire transfer. Your bet The full amount will be deposited into the account you designated."

"Pyra, this card."

Passing a light blue and gold bank card to Pila, McConnell's breathing began to quicken: That's 7000 million US dollars, even after everyone divides the spoils, he McConnell can get [-] million US dollars.

Beep beep.

Listening to the crisp sound of buttons in the earphones, Tifa looked at Romon curiously: "When are you going to do it?"

"After the money is in McConnell's account."

Romon tasted the seafood salad on the table, nodded slightly and said, "Well, yes, the rainbow meat inside is quite fresh."

"Can you take away the money that has entered the bank account like this?"

Although I am used to Romon's hacking ability, transferring money directly from the bank card is a bit too inconceivable even for hackers.

"Not all the money can be taken away, it also depends on the specific source of the money."

Romon's answer was rather vague, because he didn't use any hacking ability, but directly cheated shamelessly, using the strong connection between the [-] million US dollars and himself, and directly using God's authority to make the money disappear.

But Police Officer Tifa didn't understand the limits of hackers' capabilities. After hearing what Romon said, she could only nod obediently, and then said with emotion: "Even if there are restrictions on where you come from, your ability is exaggerated enough."

"But the people I want to deal with also need me to have such an exaggerated ability, don't they?"

Romon shrugged, and then looked at the glass curtain wall of the Saga restaurant. Inside the restaurant, Pilar had completed the transfer of funds and was shaking hands with Montesquieu to say goodbye.

"Accountant Pilar, and gentlemen, I wish you a pleasant dinner."

"I wish you a happy life too, Monsieur Montesquieu."

With the [-] million US dollars really in the bag, the celebration atmosphere in the restaurant also reached its peak.

The republican bigwigs from the FBI were laughing wantonly and drinking freely, and even a few bigwigs who had drunk too much had already started clamoring for some girls to come and drink with them.

Just as they were happy to the extreme, inside the FBI New York headquarters building, an FBI agent wearing a light body armor came to his yawning colleague with a smile.

"Brother, you've only been on guard for two hours. Are you so tired?"

"Fuck~~ What nonsense are you bastard talking about? Is it a question of standing for hours? This is so fucking boring."

Ha Qinan stretched his waist and complained: "Among all the tasks, what I hate the most is this prisoner guard, who can't go anywhere, can't do anything, just standing in front of the cell like a fool, let alone two Hours, even in 10 minutes, I will go crazy."

"Okay, okay, didn't we meet an important prisoner, we don't need to be so troublesome at ordinary times, just bear it for a few days."

"Yes, I hope this troublesome case will pass quickly."

The yawning man nodded, and reminded by the way before changing the guard: "Brother, everyone! You should pay attention that no one is allowed to approach the cell, and no one can pass! Don't let any leader come by, just let him go. Otherwise, if something happens to the prisoners inside, it will be your responsibility."

"I understand, I won't let anyone get close to the cell, not to mention that there are no cameras here, who dares to disobediently let people in."

Pointing to the camera above the head, the detective in the body armor waved goodbye to his colleagues, then stood in front of the cell door without saying a word, keeping his figure under the surveillance of the camera at all times.

It's just that people can be monitored by the camera, but the gas emitted by the drug cannot be seen by the camera.

Leaning against the wall pretending to be casual and crushing the medicine bottle hidden in the splint of the body armor, the FBI agent who received a huge bribe completed his mission of murdering Leon Oswell .

The poison selected by Sequence Five for Le En's asthma began to float into the cell along the iron window on the cell door, causing Le En, who was concentrating on closing his eyes in the cell, to stagnate for an instant. He quickly grabbed the asthma medicine on the bedside and sprayed it into his nose. middle.

But it was this life-saving medicine that usually allowed him to breathe smoothly. This time, after entering the lungs along the trachea, instead of relieving his symptoms, it made his breathing more difficult.

"Huh~! Huh~! Huh~! Huh...cough cough cough cough!"

The heavy breathing gradually turned into a violent cough. Le En grabbed the bed sheet tightly with one hand, and slammed the emergency call button on the bedside with the other hand.

This is the panic button that Falco specially prepared for Lehn, in order to prevent the Oswell killer from murdering this important witness.

But Falco's calculations never occurred to him. Oswell's real killer move is so concealed and invisible, so quick and decisive.

There was no time for Falco's subordinates to react. By the time his confidants in charge of Le En's security rushed from the security department to the cell with a dozen followers, Le En was already suffocating and bid farewell. this world.

"What happened?"

Falco's confidants looked at the closed cell door and asked the guard in a low voice.

"Reporting sir, I only heard the prisoner inside coughing, and after coughing for a while, it became silent. I don't know anything about the rest."

The guard who was paid a lot of money to kill the killer was a little nervous, but in this case, nervousness is normal, and his confidants didn't have too much doubt. After a slight nod, they walked to the cell, took out the key and opened the cell door.

As the heavy iron door was opened, his confidantes immediately saw Lean Oswell lying limp on the bed with a hideous face.

"Oswell? What's wrong with you, Mr. Oswell?"

His voice trembled slightly, and his confidant walked up to Le En to take a breath, and his heart suddenly became cold. When he took a closer look at Le En's dizzy pupils, his heart was completely cold.

"Doctor, come and have a look."

The emergency rescue team prepared by Falco for Le En is fully equipped. In addition to the ordinary security personnel to protect the safety and prevent direct assassination, Falco also prepared 24-hour medical staff for Le En, just in case of his misfortune. Rescue after poisoning.

But it's a pity that the poisoner they encountered was Sequence Five, a master of medicine. Not only did the method of administering the medicine be concealed, the time it took for the medicine to take effect, it also didn't give the enemy doctors any chance of rescue.

After shining a flashlight on Le En's pupils for a while, the team doctor shook his head helplessly: "It's too late, this person is completely dead."

"How did he die!? Was he poisoned?" The voice of his confidant was a little trembling, and he could already foresee Falko's anger.

"There are no obvious signs of poisoning." The team doctor judged: "And the dead prisoner suffered from long-term asthma, which can easily cause sudden respiratory death, so there is a high probability that the prisoner died of a normal illness."

"Normal death?"

The confidant's eyes widened suddenly, and his tone was full of disbelief: "This person was arrested by the FBI in the morning and died of illness in the afternoon. Could this be a bit too fast and too coincidental?"

"Tension in the heart can easily turn into tense breathing. I think it is normal for a prisoner to die suddenly on the first day, at least it is much more normal than sudden death later on."

The doctor accompanying the team also had his own professional arrogance. He saw that the group leader in front of him was unwilling to believe his judgment, and immediately pointed to the camera in the cell and said, "Isn't there a camera in this room? Just look at the camera and you'll know Has anyone been poisoned?"

"Go to the monitoring room!"

After being reminded by the team doctor, his confidants immediately went to the monitoring room. After he carefully checked the monitoring of Le En's cell and went back and forth several times, he had to admit that Le En really died of illness.

No one had ever approached Le En, and this man had never eaten anything after he entered the cell, including the bottled water he drank, which was bought randomly in the supermarket by his confidants himself, so there was no possibility of poisoning him.

As for Le En's asthma medicine, let alone, it was an asthma medicine he brought himself, and no one except himself had touched it, let alone the possibility of poisoning it.

"Oh shit!"

Apart from swearing at shit, there is nothing else that the confidants can do, they can only do their best to give themselves psychological counseling, and then call the boss to report.

On the other hand, the celebration dinner in the Saga restaurant was still going on, and as the group of old white men drank more and more, getting more and more excited, Romon also felt that it was time to serve them the main course.

Taking out his phone, he tapped a skull-like icon on the screen in front of Tifa. At the same time, Romon launched a motto: "The [-] million dollars I won will start at this moment from McConnell's Completely disappeared from the bank account."

Follow the law.

Following Romon's order, a text message alert immediately appeared on McConnell's cell phone, but the drowsy old Mai didn't notice it. Here's something that sends shivers down his spine:

Did I drink too much and read wrong?

Why did I vaguely see a series of zeros transferred from the director's phone?

Forget it, don't care if he turns it around or not, it has nothing to do with me anyway, I'll put myself down first.

Following Romon to Montenegro, after witnessing the world's top intrigue in the casino, Pila's EQ also increased rapidly.

If it had been according to his previous temper, he might have foolishly gone up to remind him, and then he was angered by the leader, but now, Pila understands that silence is golden.

But his silence is golden, and McConnell's bank can't just sit idly by. After the bank system sent an automatic text message reminder, the bank manager immediately called for inquiries.

The harsh ringtone of the phone interrupted McConnell, who was carnival, he picked up the phone with a displeased face, and said in an irritable voice: "Who is it?"

"I am the business manager of Bidderfield Cayman Bank. Is this Mr. Oskin McConnell?"

McConnell, who was completely drunk, didn't react at all. This bank was his bank where he had just deposited [-] million dollars: "I'm McConnell, what's the matter with you?"

"That's right, Mr. McConnell, you just transferred 800 million US dollars from our bank, so I would like to introduce our wealth management products to you, a valued customer..."

The bank manager is talking about introducing his own products, thinking about making money from the big dog.

On the other side, Lao Mai, who heard that his money was transferred away, instantly sobered up: "What did you say? Whose money are you saying was transferred away?"

"Mr. McConnell, didn't you personally carry out the transfer operation just now?" the bank manager asked suspiciously.

"Nonsense! The transfer operation just now was of course not me! You hurry up and freeze the funds for me! Freeze it now!"

McConnell roared and ordered the bank manager to freeze the funds in his account quickly, but the bank manager told him regretfully: "I'm sorry, Mr. McConnell, the characteristic of our bank is the rapid flow of funds, so your The funds have been completely transferred out, and I cannot do any freezing operations."

How could it be possible for a bank established in the Cayman Islands to launder money for black money from all over the world to set up complicated transfer procedures.

Including McConnell, why did he transfer the betting money to this bank's account? Isn't it because the bank's procedures are simple and it is easy for him to easily complete the spoils.

Otherwise, if you really look into it carefully, the final ownership of this high-stakes bet should belong to the entire FBI. After all, McConnell and the others gambled with the FBI's public funds, and the proceeds should also belong to the FBI.

It's just that their group is tall and powerful, and they can use all kinds of secret operations to put the money in their own pockets.

But now, let alone whoever owns the money, it is completely gone anyway.

Listening to the bank manager's calm apology on the other end of the phone, McNeil almost couldn't catch his breath and suffocated himself to death.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Coughing violently, McConnell growled: "What do you mean, bastard! Are you saying that my [-] million dollars are gone?!"

As Lao Mai said that the money was lost, the high-ranking republicans present fell silent for a moment, they all looked at McNeill with disbelief, and even a few outspoken guys said directly: "Director, what are you talking about? Lost the money? Lost the money deposited into your account?"

$[-] million in cash.

This is a huge amount of money that is enough to make any person and any organization in the world crazy about it.

So listening to McConnell yelling at the phone that the money was lost, the first reaction of these republican executives was-this money will not be allowed to McConnell alone.

In the Saga restaurant, the cheering atmosphere just a second ago became chilling immediately.

Everyone stared at McConnell with suspicious eyes, completely unable to see the slightest respect and obedience in the past.

McConnell panicked.

He knew very well what kind of crazy bloodthirsty hyenas his subordinates were. If he couldn't get the money back in full, then the situation he would face next would be a bit complicated.

"I didn't handle the money myself! You lost my money! You are obliged to help me get it back!"

With nothing to say to his staff, McConnell could only vent his grievances to the bank.

But the bank manager doesn't care, they just need to repeat one sentence: "Dear Mr. McConnell, our bank has always only looked at the password, not the person, for the deposit and withdrawal business. As long as the password is correct, we will release the money."

"If you have any questions about the deposit and withdrawal of this account, we welcome you to come to our bank for background verification at any time, because our procedures will not be wrong."

The bank ignored it, and there was nothing Lao Mai could do. Now he had no choice but to use the power of the FBI to investigate on his own: "Account! Where did my money go, you can always give me a direction."

"Indulgences!"

The bank manager said: "After the money flowed out of our bank, it was all purchased in a virtual currency called 'indulgence notes'."

"Indulgence?"

Listening to the final flow of the money, McConnell narrowed his eyes: Indulgence... the name sounds like it doesn't sound like simple theft, but more like revenge against me.