"It turns out they put the meeting place in Jersey City"
Father Time pondered for a moment and said slowly: "We also received a tip that the evil witch group will conduct a large-scale sacrificial ceremony, but we don't know the specific purpose. It seems that your status in the evil witch group is quite high."
Harry was moved in her heart and said, "You also have undercover agents in the evil witch group?"
“Of course, there is no difference between the Shadow Bureau and the CIA or the FBI. It’s just that the nature of handling incidents is different. The FBI has spies, and so do we.
It’s a pity that the evil witch group is very cautious and hardly recruits members from outside. You are probably too famous.”
Father Time paused, and his tone suddenly became cautious, "Harry, you have to be careful, this may be a trap."
Harry frowned: "Even you wouldn't have thought that after joining the Black State and becoming a big boss, I would be an undercover agent. Do they still doubt my identity?
Moreover, when I completed the wizarding group’s trial mission, they didn’t think highly of me.
Hmm, I dislike my lack of magic power and poor talent.
Is it worth arranging a large gathering for me like this?”
“Of course it’s not aimed at you. There are quite a few peripheral members participating in this meeting. Are they worthy of the trust of the wizarding group?
At least our Shadow Bureau has placed more than one agent inside. They only know that there will be a big gathering. The time, location, and purpose are completely unknown.
So, is it possible that the wizarding group is trying to lure the snake out of its hole?"
"Listening to what you say, a war is really possible." Harley thought thoughtfully, "The purpose of the evil witch group's existence is to cause trouble and make more mortals believe that darkness is real. They don't mind a supernatural battle.
Great war."
“So, you have to be careful. My agents all have special skills, so they will be fine. But you don’t even have magic power, so you may not be able to withstand a wave of magic attacks.
Well, your "Three Body Crisis in the Post-Manhattan Era" has just begun, so you can't just die casually." Father Time advised sincerely.
It’s magic power again. Is it possible to be looked down upon by others if you don’t have magic power and join the magic circle?
Harry felt uncomfortable, "Don't worry, I will be fully armed."
Hooking up the call from Father Time, Harley came to her weapons arsenal again.
The glass house has five bedrooms and two living rooms, including Harley's own master bedroom, one for Ivy, a guest bedroom for the kitten, a meditation room, and the last weapons storehouse is connected to the master bedroom.
As a qualified Gothamite, you should have at least three weapons hidden at home: pistols, rifles, and automatic rifles.
As a qualified Gotham gangster, Harley has rockets, grenade launchers, light machine guns, micro-rams, automatic rifles, snipers, trolls, grenades, bayonets, daggers, and Mexican machetes at home.
“It doesn’t seem to be enough to deal with mages.”
Helping through the weapons neatly arranged on the counter, Harley frowned, looking dissatisfied.
She closed the door and went downstairs.
At the sales department, Harley met Ivy and Old Gibbs.
Ivy was lying on the counter, looking curiously at the busy elite men inside through the glass window.
Hmm, everyone is wearing a suit and tie, with waxed hair and shiny leather boots, looking like an elite white-collar worker.
There are about twenty people in a room of 100 square meters.
“What are they doing?” Ivy asked.
“Calculate the odds on tonight’s game,” old Gibbs said casually.
“So many people,” Ivy muttered.
The old man shrugged and said: "There are more than a dozen boxing gyms in BoSS, with contracted and unsigned boxers, adding up to hundreds of numbers, and more than a hundred matches every night."
“I heard that boxing matches are often faked, do you still need to calculate odds?” Ivy is not a novice either.
"That's someone else. I'd rather lose money than fix matches. The No. 1 Fighting Arena in the World is a sign, and I plan to make it another WBA!" Harley said with a smile.
Hallee has no hope whether it can become an international event, but the reputation must be there.
Without a good reputation for absolute fairness, "the best in the world" will not be able to convince the public. Without this reputation, how can it attract real masters?
How can she level up without a master?
"As long as Sister Harley is in charge of this boxing ring, it will never lose money, because no one can compete with Sister Harley." Old Gibbs said with a smile.
“Oh, being number one in the world is so lonely.” Harley clasped her hands behind her back and looked up to the sky with a sigh.
Although she is suspected of showing off, at least she has not lost in the boxing ring yet.
“Ivy, have you decided what to do?”
“There seems to be no suitable job for me, so I might as well be a waitress.” Ivy said with a grimace.
"You?" Harry looked her up and down. Her facial features were pretty, but her face was dry, her chest was as flat as her abdomen, and her hair was too thick, hanging randomly on her back like a chicken coop.
The women's hospitality here, regardless of the black and white brown, almost two coconuts on their chests, and the hips are like hanging two coconuts.
Looking very "toned".
“Can’t I do it?” Ivy looked at herself and then at Harley’s big apple, feeling a little inferior.
“Ivy can be a conductor.” Old Gibbs said with a smile.
"also."
After setting up Ivy, Harley called the old man to her office and said in a deep voice: "You are an old employee of the mercenary union. Can you recommend a single-person missile to me?"
“Isn’t this an RPG?” the old man asked doubtfully.
“The RPG is still a bit big. I want one that is small in size, can be hidden on the body as a sleeve arrow, has great power, and has a precise guidance system.” Harley said.
The big shit from Marvel next door can hide more than a dozen powerful missiles in such a "small" armor. The technology here should be stronger.
After all, in the 1960s and 1970s, Dr. Manhattan made a huge difference to the scientific community.
“Boss, now that Gotham is finally at peace, what are you going to do?” the old man said fearfully.
"What are you thinking about? How can an honest person like me disturb Gotham's peaceful world?"
Harley rolled her eyes, "I'm trying to protect myself. If I'm safe, the boxing ring will be safe, and won't you also benefit from it?"
The old man thought for a while and said: "Boss, if you were still an ordinary mercenary, you could go to the mercenary supermarket to buy weapons, but now your status is different, and you should have channels that match your status.
For example, the Falcone family also owns part of the Mercenary Supermarket, and one of the businesses owned by the boss of Barnes is the armory.
The price is more favorable, the quality is better, and customization is also accepted.”
Harley shook her head and said: "We can't make a big show of it this time. You are a veteran, so it shouldn't be difficult to hide your identity, right?"
Before joining the Falcone family, Harley could never have imagined that Wayne Military's warehouse in Gotham had always been managed by the Black State.
It is equivalent to Wayne Group treating Heibang as a security company and then packaging its warehousing business to this company.
Of course, most of the Falcone family’s businesses have formal business licenses.
Barnes, who has the same status as Harley and Sister Yu, his main industry is really security service
It was also a coincidence that Harry was still thinking about Barnes, but something happened to him in the afternoon.
At noon the next day, Falcone Manor.
The old godfather invited the big guys to eat spaghetti.
Hum, this is Harley’s first family gathering after taking office.
“You all know?” The old godfather’s face was gloomy, and the atmosphere in the restaurant was depressing.
The food on the table was rich and fragrant. The eleven bosses sat blankly in their seats, and no one moved their chopsticks.
Because the family’s treasury was robbed by the Russians, the family lost $120 million.
It’s all cash.
Nicholas, it turned out that the gang of boys did it.
Even if Falcone is cleansed, he is still a black family with gray and black. There must be a large amount of money that has been hidden from the light, or is waiting to be cleansed.
For example, at Harley's boxing ring, the tickets and drinks belong to her. They are legitimate income and can be recorded in the account. After paying the tax, it can be deposited in any bank or invested, no problem.
The boxing ring also provides betting services.
Hallie herself doesn’t mind having transparent accounts and paying taxes normally, but she has to split the accounts with the boxers, and she can’t be transparent even if she wants to.
For example, for every victory a boxer wins, the minimum bonus he can receive is five hundred dollars, and the maximum bonus can be tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands.
Suppose a masked master comes tonight, and he goes all the way, defeats Harley, becomes the king of kings, and wins hundreds of thousands of dollars in one night.
How does a boxer pay taxes when he leaves with a large bag of cash?
How can Harry keep accounts if he doesn’t even know who he is?
This is different from NBA team income and player salaries, which are completely clear and can be checked.
The U.S. Department of Taxation cannot audit the accounts, but her financial department has Falcone's accountant, and the tax paid to the family every month cannot be less than a penny unless she violates the rules and secretly runs her own small business.
Well, Harley didn’t get Nicola’s property for free. She had to pay a large sum of money to the old godfather every month.
Just like the plot that often appears in Hong Kong Hei Bang movies: "The Black Society", Tsuen Wan is the boss. When competing with Mr. Le to sit in the restaurant, he yelled at his uncles that I pay so much money to the society every year. You can drink good wine and have fun.
Pretty girl, it all depends on me, why don’t you choose me?!
In addition to the "grey money" waiting to be laundered, there are also donations to military and political bosses.
As the old church father said, in this feast of roasted whole lamb, he could only eat the back of the lamb, and above him, there were "mutton side eaters" and "lamb leg eaters".
Just like Wayne Group has many shareholders, the Falcone family also has a group of invisible shareholders.
At least half of the family’s income must be given to them.
There is no way to clear out the money, so you can only smuggle it in cash.
For this reason, the Falcone family must have a secret treasury.
Now, not only is the location of the money bank exposed, but all the cash has also been stolen by the Russians.
Things are getting serious.
First of all, there is a mole at the top of the family.
Secondly, if the dividends paid to shareholders this quarter are lost, should we make up for them?
Finally, who is responsible for this?
Hmm, it seems that the Russians should be responsible for Harley?
“Boss, if we find the Russians, we should be able to get the money back, right?” Harley asked.
The old godfather looked at her expressionlessly and said: "All the Russians were dead. They were riding in the bottom of the car, which was equipped with bombs. A third party detonated the bomb, and all the people and cash in the car were burned to ashes.
The Russians were not the masterminds, someone hired them and revealed the location and defenses of the money bank.
If nothing else happens, after they successfully rob the money, they will definitely be silenced by the people behind it."