"In the future, no one should go in and out of the underground floor without my consent. There are nearly one million equipment inside, and it will be troublesome if it breaks down." Mira told Trump and Ian.

After Trump left, Ian asked again: "What's the news over the flame?"

"Ah, I'm sorry, boss, I've been busy these two days and I've forgotten this matter." Mira quickly turned on the computer.

After a while, Mira said, "The other party is very satisfied and ask you the price of the poison gas bomb."

"Tell them that there is no poison gas bomb this time. It is a small new type of bomb. It is powerful and can also avoid security checks and explode regularly." Ian said that yesterday, the God of Death Resources did not update new things, but two small cloud bombs appeared at once. Ian exchanged it without thinking.

"They said they believed it very much, and now they want to buy it." Mira said.

"Tell them there are only two, one million dollars," Ian said.

"They said they wanted to ask for instructions."

After about half an hour, the other party agreed, but said that the funds would take two days to prepare.

Turning off the computer, Ian asked, "How to trade on the dark web? Do they directly transfer the money to our account?"

"Of course not, in that case, it will be tracked by the FBI. They will transfer us some online virtual currencies, and we will sell these virtual currencies on the Internet, which will become legal assets." Mira explained.

"Virtual currency? Wouldn't it attract the attention of the FBI?" Ian asked.

"Haha, you don't understand this. The virtual currency on the dark web is not like banknotes printed by the government. This virtual currency is a kind of data generated by computer algorithms. It is fixed in quantity and is difficult to generate. Because of this characteristic, it is often used for dark web transactions." Mira smiled.

"You need to say nothing, I can't understand anymore. In short, I'll leave this matter to you. After receiving the money, we will send the goods to them." As Ian said that, he took out two small cloud bombs from his arms and placed them on a table beside him.

"Boss, I beg you, can you stop scaring me like this? That's a bomb." Mira said worriedly.

"Don't worry, there will be no explosion without the set time. Of course, as long as you don't smash it, haha." After Ian said that, he left with a smile regardless of Mira's begging.

Now he is going to pick up people at the airport. When the last smashing incident occurred, Trump and the others did not attack the other party because of his own reasons, which has always made Trump and the others feel uneasy. In their opinion, as long as they take action and Locke and others, although there are many people on the other party, it will not be so easy to succeed.

So, Ian contacted William and the others in Ancheng. Although the Death God there had been noticed by the police, it was his first gang after all, and Ian had no intention of giving up.

However, when William received an Ian's call, he immediately expressed his intention to come over. Ian immediately rejected him and asked him to find Muto Chidao, and must find a way to ask Muto to come to S City to find him, and agreed no matter how much money Muto asked to ask him.

Trunk drove the car and Ian to the airport. It was still early, and the two of them sat in the cafe next to him, drinking coffee and reading the newspaper. Ian looked at the crowds, and felt very satisfied. He thought to himself: This is life, there is no threat, no insult or pursuit. But all this is not achieved because of hard work, but because he struggles desperately on the brink of life and death. This is reality.

When you accept your fate, fate will oppress you, and when you resist fate, fate will open the way for you.

After waiting for about half an hour, Ian finally saw Muto covered in fat flesh, and took Trump to meet him.

"Is this the amazing character you mentioned?" Trump asked with a frown.

"Well, it's him, but don't talk to him in person. It's not a good thing to be heard by him. This guy is very stingy." Ian whispered.

As soon as the three of them met, before Ian could hug Muto, Muto suddenly leaned over and smelled it, and asked in surprise: "It's not bad, it's only a few days before, and I dared to kill someone."

"Shh!" Ian quickly made a ban on voice and asked, "How do you know?"

"Hey, I can smell it when I smell it with my nose." Then Muto made a move and smelled it again, glanced at Trump, and said, "This guy, I've killed more."

Both Ian and Trump were shocked and hurriedly said, "Okay, OK, get in the car first."

"Haha, I've been to the United States for so many years and have never been to S City. I have to have fun this time. What you said before must count." Muto said excitedly.

"What do you mean?" Ian couldn't remember to call him, and what happened before was about warehouse rental.

"Come on, please stop. Ask William to tell me how much you want. I came here for this. If you regret it, I will go back now." Muto acted as if he was about to pull the car door.

Ian quickly stopped him and said, "Haha, I thought you were talking about the warehouse. This is the case, of course, keep it aside, how much do you want?"

I saw Muto actually took out a roll of paper from his pocket, which was ten centimeters wide, and the roll was very regular, and he wrote a lot of things in a dense way. He was probably two or three meters long from beginning to end.

"What?" Ian asked.

"List, this is the list I have listed. If you want to give me the money, at least I have to complete all the things on these lists to be enough." Muto said without raising his head.

"How much is that?" Ian asked, saying that, but if this guy asked himself for millions of dollars, he wouldn't be able to get it out for the moment.

"Well... I'll count it. It's not too much. About one million US dollars is enough. If there is one million US dollars, I am yours. I can do whatever I want." Muto said excitedly with his head raised.

"Squeak...one million?" Trunk stepped on the brakes suddenly and looked back at Muto and Ian in surprise.

"One million!" Ian was also a little surprised. This guy really dared to speak loudly. He would need one million if he opened his mouth. Don't you know that he and his people were in this situation now. He would have to leave one million as soon as he opened his mouth. No wonder Trump had to step on the brakes.

"What? Do you want to regret it? Then I'll get out of the car." Muto went to pull the car door again, and Ian stopped it again.

Ian nodded and said, "Well, one million is one million, Trump, drive."

The car started to move again, and Muto smiled with satisfaction and said, "I'll just say that, since you dare to let William say that, you must have made a fortune. You will definitely not take such a small amount of money as one million a month, hehe."

"Squeak...bang!" This time Ian and Muto's heads touched the seats in front.

I saw Trump and Ian shouting at the same time: "One million a month?"

"Hey! I'll tell you what's going on? If you don't want to give me, just say it, I'll leave now." Then I acted again to pull the car door.

This time, Ian and Trump did not stop him. After all, one million a month is too exaggerated. They are only three or four million now. There are still so many people who want to eat and drink, and the money they earn in the entertainment city is not enough. If one million a month is really one million a month, they may not be able to break up in two months.

They did not stop Muto from pulling the car door, nor did they say that they planned to let Muto go, but the two of them were stunned, but just being stunned, but Muto was a little embarrassed. He thought Ian would stop him again.

Seeing that Ian was not blocking him, he sighed and said, "Oh, I originally thought you understood my value, but it seems that you didn't fully understand it. Now I'm going to let me explain it to you, but I can tell you clearly that I will make this million every month worth it."

"How is the value method?" Ian came back to his senses and asked.

I saw Muto cross his arms with his chest, thinking for a while and saying, "So that, if you want me to kill the US president, I don't think he will live long."

Ian and Trump both heard the confidence in Muto's words, but the metaphor was still very exaggerated. While hesitating, Ian said: "Then it's fine. Since you have come, I will definitely give you one million in the first month. But I happen to have something to do. If you can help me, I will give you a million in salary every month. What do you think?"

Muto nodded and smiled, "Haha...Don't worry, you will soon realize how correct the choice you made."
Chapter completed!