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Chapter 68 This guy is a technical talent

The following day, in the outskirts of Fremont, in an old factory area surrounded by water on three sides.

The factory's exterior is dilapidated and looks like it has been abandoned for over a decade.

But the interior is a completely different world.

Buzz!

Inside the factory, several banknote printing machines were humming.

Three or four shirtless, burly men were carrying barrels of anti-counterfeiting paper onto the assembly line.

The machine was running at high speed, spitting out stacks of banknotes bearing Franklin's image and piling them on the iron stand.

"Where's Quentin? Didn't he say the ink was coming? I can't get through to him on the phone!"

A white man in a suit paced back and forth in the factory, holding a satellite phone.

The bespectacled henchman wiped his sweat and leaned forward, saying, "Boss Vance, if we can't find this guy soon, the assembly line will have to stop this afternoon."

"Have you checked his shabby gym?"

"We've looked, but no one's here."

Vance spat out, "Damn it, that son of a bitch messed up at the crucial moment!"

"The Colombian drug lords are pressuring us for this money. If we can't deliver the goods, he'll have to explain to those desperados!"

"Call Mike and have him use the police system to find out where this guy is!"

"Yes, boss." The henchman shrank back.

Just as he finished giving the instructions, Vance's satellite phone rang.

"Feed... Boss Vance," came Quentin's weak voice from the other end of the phone.

Vance immediately started yelling: "Fxxk! Where the hell have you been? Where's the ink?"

Quentin's apologetic voice came through the microphone: "Ahem... Mr. Vance, I'm so sorry. I met up with two black girls last night, and they were too rough; I can't get out of bed now..."

"Aren't you afraid of getting AIDS?! Get the stuff over here right now!"

"Oh, boss, it's not that I don't want to deliver it."

Quentin sighed. "I broke my back last night when that 200-pound black woman sat on me, and I'm still in the hospital. How about I have one of my new underlings bring it over to you?"

Vance's voice turned serious: "Don't you know the rules? I can only tell you the address of the new warehouse."

"Boss, I really can't get out of bed right now!"

"Besides, this guy's a technical talent! He can draw! I was thinking, didn't the copper plates on our printing press get scratched? And you executed that old artist, so we're short of people to remake the master plates. That's why I specifically recommended this newcomer to you!"

Vance remained silent, his fingers rubbing together.

Scratches on the copperplate are indeed their biggest problem right now.

The lines around Franklin's eyes were somewhat blurred on the printed banknotes.

but……

Vance sneered and asked, "Were you arrested by the police and are you trying to bait us?"

Quentin on the other end of the phone felt a sudden jolt in his heart.

"Boss, what are you talking about! I don't want to be shark food!"

"Then let me ask you, did you deliver the goods to Lazarus?"

"...It's paid! They sent someone to pick it up last night..."

Vance's tone softened somewhat: "Since you recommended him, let him give it a try. Have him drive your car, take this encrypted phone, and wait for me at the intersection of Interstate 880 and Hayward Avenue at 2 PM sharp."

After saying that, Vance hung up the phone.

He waved to the henchman from before and gave him the order:

"Investigate two things. Go to Lazarus and find out if the goods from last night have been delivered; also, check if the police have been to Quentin's gym."

……

St. Mary's Medical Center, single room.

Only after confirming the call had ended did Marcus remove the gun barrel that had been pressed against Quentin's forehead.

"Big...Big Brother, I said everything you instructed me to say, not a single word was wrong. You see..."

Quentin was covered in bandages, his right leg in a cast, dangling in mid-air.

Lu Yiming, Marcus, Mia, and two armed police officers surrounded the hospital bed.

Marcus pulled Lu Yiming outside the ward and said with some concern, "Isn't this too risky?"

"Boss, don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

After sending the guy to the hospital for emergency treatment last night, he immediately interrogated him and found out most of the details about the counterfeit money ring.

Their printing master plates were damaged, and they urgently needed to find top artists to re-engrave the plates.

Lu Yiming can take this opportunity to infiltrate the enemy ranks using the [Peerless Counterfeit Money] red envelope he just stole.

Damn it, they dare to try and cheat me out of four million in counterfeit money?

I'll wipe out your entire stronghold this time!

Mia said with some concern, "We've tried to catch this counterfeit money ring so many times, but we haven't succeeded. Shouldn't we send someone else with more experience as an undercover agent?"

Lu Yiming waved his hand in refusal: "Besides me, no one else can draw the effect they want."

Mia frowned. "You can draw? How come I didn't know that?"

"Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask. I'm your boss now."

Lu Yiming casually brushed it off.

"Here it comes!"

Caroline rushed over in a flurry of activity, a medical nail gun in her hand.

Deliberately shoving Mia aside who was blocking his way, he lifted Lu Yiming's shirt without saying a word and aimed the nail gun at his lower back.

"Click."

"Hiss hiss hiss..." Lu Yiming felt a sharp pain in his back.

"This is the FBI's latest subcutaneous micro-tracker. It uses bioelectric power and an invisibility coating, so it won't be detected by signal detectors. I had a special plane sent from New York overnight to deliver it!"

Caroline didn't forget to turn her head and give Mia a provocative look.

"Thank you, senior."

Lu Yiming touched his back and found only a very small red dot.

Marcus breathed a sigh of relief: "Having this makes things much safer. Once you confirm their hideout location, we'll rush over and wipe them out!"

Lu Yiming thought for a moment, then shook his head:

"Boss, don't let anyone below know about this operation. I suspect there's a mole in the bureau."

The Fremont Police Department is now like a sieve with holes on all sides; any little thing that happens can reach the media's ears the next day.

This counterfeit money ring has been able to operate in California for so long, evading countless police raids.

If you say there's no internal protection, even a fool like Mia wouldn't believe it!

"Don't worry about it. I'll be extra careful this time. I won't reveal the details of the operation to anyone," Marcus patted him on the shoulder.

……

At 1:50 pm,

Lu Yiming drove Quentin's Cadillac and stopped at the intersection of Interstate 880 and Hayward Avenue.

This is a transportation hub with heavy traffic.

He dialed a satellite phone.

Lu Yiming asked in a fawning voice, "Boss Wei, I've arrived. Where are you?"

"Get out of the car." The voice on the other end of the line was icy.

"get off?"

Lu Yiming paused for a moment, glanced out the window, and said, "Boss, we're right in the middle of a main road, and the light's red..."

"I told you to get off the bus!!" Vance's voice suddenly rose.

Lu Yiming gritted his teeth, pushed open the car door, and stood in the middle of the road.

The moment he got out of the car.

hum-

A black Harley-Davidson motorcycle sped out against traffic.

The rider didn't even look at Lu Yiming, and casually tossed his hand away.

Snapped!

A green canvas bag was thrown at Lu Yiming's feet.

"Deliver this bag to Port 14 in Auckland."

beep...

The phone hangs up.

Lu Yiming watched the Harley drive away, his brows furrowed.

What kind of plane is this? Is it conducting some kind of test?

He bent down, picked up the canvas bag, and unzipped it to take a look.

The pupils suddenly contracted.

It was filled with white powder sealed in a transparent vacuum bag...