Time flies, time changes.

It has been several months since I returned from the Vietnamese security, and the weather has gradually become colder. There are many pedestrians wearing down jackets on the streets of Hong Kong Island, and the end of the year is approaching.

However, the Philippines, which is thousands of miles away, is still shining brightly, and compared to summer, it is just an extra coat.

In the eastern part of Luzon, Manila, the largest city in the Philippines.

The villa and mansion on the east bank of Bashi River.

In the antique study, a middle-aged man with a big back and wearing an Italian purely handmade suit was painting. On the rice paper, a colorful tiger was roaring at the stone, lifelike.

From the appearance alone, you can't tell that this middle-aged man with great accomplishments in painting is actually Wang Shan, the largest and most powerful gangster in the local area.

"Dongdongdongdongdongdong!"

A knock suddenly sounded at the door of the study room.

Wang Shan was a little unhappy. When painting, he was very disliked by others.

"Come in."

Wang Shan said with a frown, and his demeanor is powerful without anger.

"Click!" The door was gently pushed open, and a rough man with thick eyebrows and raised nose strode in.

This great man who looks comparable to the primitive man is Wang Shan’s adopted son, Sanrong.

He came to Wang Shan and saluted respectfully, "Enjoyed Father, Xiao Cui, the scum who gave Lei Zi last time, was caught by us. What do you think of how to deal with it?"

Wang Shan came to the window, and by the swimming pool downstairs, several subordinates were beating a man with a bruised nose and a swollen face.

Wang Shan said lightly: "Do as the rules."

After receiving the instructions, Sanrong waved his hand downstairs.

The men who were beating Xiao Cui pushed him into the swimming pool with all their might.

Xiao Cui struggled violently for a while, then quickly stopped moving and became a floating corpse.

Wang Shan said: "Arong, remember not to waste the corpse, you can transport a large batch of white powder. Now the drug investigation is relatively strict, and using corpses to transport is the safest way."

"Yeah! I will arrange it, adoptive father." Sangrong nodded and agreed, and suddenly remembered something: "Enjoyed father, the last time we traded the arms with the Tokyo Rima Gang was investigated, and it was suspected that it was caused by an insider."

Wang Shan frowned, "What's going on?"

Sang Rong replied: "We suspect that the new Chen Chao is an Interpol undercover sent by the mainland police. But... we have no conclusive evidence yet..."

Wang Shan's eyes narrowed, his eyes narrowed into a line, and he said in a stern manner: "No evidence is needed, just kill him directly! I would rather kill a thousand people by mistake than let anyone go."

Xian Rong kowtowed suddenly, "I understand."

"Also," Wang Shan smiled, "Don't waste his body."

"Yes, the adoptive father." Sanrong smiled and said, his head was like a chicken pecking at rice.

At this time, another knock on the door came from the door.

"Come in." Wang Shan sat on the sofa.

The person who walked into the study was a young man in his twenties, wearing a straight suit and tie. Although he was quite handsome, the hooked nose hanging on his face made his handsomeness more evil.

He is Wang Shan’s only nephew - Wang Biao.

Wang Biao's eyes flashed across the sad face, and he snorted disdainfully, and he didn't even hold him in his arms. He went straight to Wang Shan, lowering his head and said, "Uncle, our new version of fake US dollar bills has been successfully printed. I have brought you the finished product, please check it out."

He handed over two identical 100-dollar bills to Wang Shan and asked with a smile: "Uncle, can you tell which one is real and which one is fake?"

Wang Shan used his fingers to twist and looked through the light again. After struggling for a long time, he really couldn't tell which one was real or which one was fake.

Wang Biao smiled proudly and said, "Uncle, we really found the treasure this time. The newly invested Bo Chen was originally a royal template for Hong Kong Island Song Zihao counterfeit banknote group, the color adjustment and pattern master. The counterfeit US banknotes made are among the best products. If you don't carry a glow stick with you, it is impossible to tell the true or false."

"Yeah..." Wang Shan was quite satisfied, "A Biao, I will give you all the counterfeit money. Also, the newly invested Uncle Chen must not treat others badly. We must use those who are truly capable."

"I understand, uncle." Wang Biao showed off to the side of Sang Rong, which was so angry that the primitive man stared blankly.

"Uncle, if there is nothing else, I will go down and do it first." Wang Biao said.

Wang Shan nodded.

After Wang Biao left, Sanrong immediately said to Wang Shan: "Entertainment Father, I have always been responsible for the counterfeit banknotes. You are now giving it to A Biao, this is not..."

Before he finished speaking, Wang Shan waved his hand and interrupted him, "Arong, as a human being, don't be greedy. You need to understand one truth, that is, you can't eat too much. You have karaoke in your name, nightclubs and casinos, and you have no skills. There will be white powder in the future. You need to take care of the counterfeit money to A Biao to reduce the burden for you and allow you to complete the work at hand better. The adoptive father's arrangement is for your own good. Do you understand?"

"I understand." Sanrong bowed sincerely. "If you have nothing else, I will go down and work hard."

"Yeah, go." Wang Shan waved his hand, and after his adopted son left, he began to continue his unfinished ink paintings.

...

US imperial, New York.

An Asian-faced man just bought a stack of fake US dollars from a ghost guy, and then sneaked out of the alley, when he was caught by a tall plainclothes foreigner.

"Stand against the wall, I am Cia Mark. Now I'm ordered to search your whole body." Mark pressed the Asian man against the wall and searched his body up and down.

The Asian man took advantage of Mark's surprise and suddenly hit him, then ran into the alley.

"Oh, fuck!" Mark was furious and hurriedly followed behind and chased.

The Asian man ran very fast, and was about to throw Mark away, and suddenly a figure in a red sweatshirt appeared from the slant. With his right foot stretched out, he tripped the Asian man who was running away to the ground.

"I, Beatty, you have been arrested, please don't resist unnecessary trouble." Beatty said condescendingly. She has an Asian woman's face, a red sweatshirt on the upper body, a pair of jeans on the lower body, and her short hair is very graceful.

At this time, his colleague Mark also rushed over from behind and soon found the stack of fake US dollars from the Asian man.

Beatty asked with a smile: "Where did this fake US dollar come from?"

The Asian man denied, "I don't understand what you are talking about."

"So that," Beatty smiled brightly, "I'll give you a chance. Come and fight me. As long as you can defeat me, I'll let you go. But if you lose, you have to be honest with me. How about it?"
Chapter completed!