"Passengers who want to get off the train, please get off on the right side in the direction of the train..."
Yuan Huaiyu had already changed his clothes at this time, wearing a black windbreaker, black trousers, and a black hat.
It's like announcing loudly: Yes! I am a member of the black organization!
He walked towards the police station near Otoma Station.
There is a newspaper office on the third floor of the house next to the police station.
Two years ago, a woman who always wore a wide-brimmed black hat found an agency, rented this floor, and opened this newspaper.
In the eyes of everyone nearby, this newspaper just prints the town's news every day.
No one would have thought that such a newspaper would be engaged in the illegal production of counterfeit banknotes.
After all, there is a police station next to it, so this is a bit too bold.
And this is where this group of prisoners nicknamed "Silver Fox" hides.
"The so-called darkness under the lamp may be like this... Oh no, in local terms it seems to be called Soseki's pillow style."
Yuan Huaiyu looked at the signboard that read "Lianhe Building 3F·Dadojian Newspaper Agency" and kept walking.
Without even looking at the police station next to him, he walked directly from the stairwell to the third floor of the newspaper office.
Out of politeness, he started shouting loudly as he walked in the corridor on the third floor:
"Is there anyone? Is there anyone?"
…
In a room in the Datama newspaper office, the female president of the newspaper office, who was also the leader of the "Silver Fox", a woman in black slapped the table angrily.
"That bastard! I asked him to buy paint, why hasn't he come back yet?"
"The counterfeit bills that were just made are a little less. Did this guy secretly take them out and use them?!"
"Didn't I tell him a long time ago that this kind of opaque experimental product is not allowed to be used!"
"What if someone discovers the clues and follows the clues to find this place?"
If Yuan Huaiyu heard what she said, he would definitely give a thumbs up and praise her.
No wonder the woman in black is so angry. As a criminal gang, this inability to enforce orders and prohibitions can be said to be a huge hidden danger.
If you are not careful, all your previous efforts may be wasted, and you may even face jail time.
The woman in black looked at the sweaty young man sitting at the desk painting, with a satisfied smile on her face.
Standing next to the man was a strong old man with a white beard and a ferocious expression, carefully watching the man's painting process.
"Is there anyone? Is there anyone?"
Suddenly, a loud shout came from outside.
The eyes of the man who painted the painting lit up. He was Junya's brother. He was spotted by the group at the art exhibition and tied to this place to paint counterfeit banknotes in place of the strong old man next to him who had broken his hand not long ago.
He thought someone was coming to save him.
The woman in black quickly noticed the movements of Junye's brother, and said viciously, "Be honest and paint your picture," and then turned to look at a fat man on the other side.
"Inuyama! What's going on?"
The man named Inuyama grinned as he looked at the images coming back from the monitor in front of him.
"Sister! There is a guy in pitch black in the corridor! He doesn't look like a policeman. He seems to be here to discuss business with us?"
The woman in black pursed her lips.
They use a newspaper as a cover, and basically no one will come to them casually, but there are occasional exceptions.
In the past two years, several people have come to us, wanting to publish some news or conduct some business cooperation.
But without exception, they all refused.
Just kidding, isn’t what the “Silver Fox” is doing much faster than making money from serious newspaper business?
"Who is it? I'll go meet him. You all should be careful."
The woman in black adjusted her clothes a little, told her two accomplices in the room, checked her pistols, opened the door and walked out.
Then she saw Yuan Huaiyu who was eager to open the door to find someone.
"Sir, what do you want to do when you come to our newspaper office?"
she asked coldly.
If she wanted to talk about the newspaper office, she would refuse without hesitation in the next second, and then send the guest away to tell this guy not to hang around here.
If there was anything unusual...she wouldn't mind giving this guy a taste of the gun.
Now that the production of counterfeit banknotes has come to an end, they have even obtained the exact same machine as the printing press.
After doing this, they will have enough counterfeit money to squander for many years.
So she absolutely cannot allow anything to go wrong at this time.
Yuan Huaiyu raised his head: "Miss, you have really good taste in dressing."
The woman in black looked at Yuan Huaiyu's handsome face, and for a moment she seemed to have forgotten to breathe.
When she heard him praising her, she felt a sense of joy in her heart for some unknown reason.
"I always thought it was pretty cool to wear all black - look!"
Yuan Huaiyu showed off his black clothes to the woman in black.
"Just like the night, mysterious and cold... You are so charming and elegant in black clothes..."
The woman in black finally recovered from his compliments, remembered her original purpose, frowned and asked:
"Sir! Please get out of here. We have a lot of precision instruments and precious information here, and it's already time for us to get off work!"
Yuan Huaiyu's chattering stopped.
He looked at the woman in black in front of him with regret: "The clothes are good, but it's a pity that the person is not good at it."
"What did you say?" The woman in black silently reached for the pistol at her waist.
She concluded that this somewhat crazy man was most likely here to cause trouble.
"Alas..." Yuan Huaiyu sighed, "I originally wanted to say more so that you wouldn't feel so uncomfortable later..."
He shook his head slightly: "The greeting session is over, let's get straight to the point."
The woman in black felt her eyes blur, and a huge fist appeared in front of her eyes.
She didn't even have time to take out the gun when she felt a heavy blow to her face.
"ah!!!"
Hearing the shrill screams coming from the corridor, the two accomplices in the room were shocked.
Inuyama gestured to the old man with the white beard, indicating that the eldest sister had just been put down by the man in the corridor.
They looked at each other with extremely solemn expressions, took out their guns, and lightly touched the closed door.
Shouts suddenly exploded from the door.
"People inside, listen!"
"robbery!"
"I have been eyeing your newspaper for a long time! Move all the valuable guys out for me!"
"Open the door for me! I'll count to three!"
The two people in the room, together with Brother Junye who was painting, looked at each other in confusion, wondering what was going on in the world.
Ridiculous, so absurd.
There is a police station right next door. How dare you commit a robbery in broad daylight next door to the police station?
Is there still heavenly law? Is there still royal law?