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Chapter 52
chapter 0043 part 1
Chapter 43: Seeking Refuge, Value
HK, Liangyou Cafe
At a two-person table by the window sat two servings of milk tea and pineapple buns.
However, the guests at this table were clearly not in the mood to eat.
"The HK Police and Interpol are targeting us, we need to prepare a way out!"
The man in the black trench coat watched the black commercial vehicle that had been parked across the street for a long time out of the corner of his eye.
His voice was very low, so low that the woman across from him had to lean forward to hear what he was saying.
The woman wore a black luxury dress, a dazzling diamond necklace around her neck, and a black veiled hat that covered half of her face.
"Interpol is targeting us, where can we go?"
The woman's cold voice carried mockery.
"In three days, a batch of goods will leave port. We'll go with the shipment, and someone will naturally help us then!"
The man stared at the woman, gazing at her face beneath the veil almost obsessively.
"We'll go together!"
"What about Old Wu and the others? We're abandoning them?"
The woman touched her face beneath the veil, a hint of disgust flashing deep in her eyes.
It was unclear if she was disgusted with the man or with her own face.
Hearing Old Wu's name, the man slammed the table in anger.
"Care about him? I'm going to take him out, kill his whole family, that bastard! If he hadn't broken the rules, how would Interpol have traced us!"
The woman seemed accustomed to the man's anger. She picked up the milk tea in front of her and took a sip.
"Are you planning to abandon your art? Can your buyers be trusted?"
"Do you know how much goods the buyer wants this time?" The man held up two fingers:
"Two billion Superdollars!"
The woman was startled by the number. "That much?"
The man smiled smugly. "This time, when we deliver the goods, we'll visit that buyer as The Painter's assistants. He will definitely provide help!"
...
Three days later, HK, South China Sea area, International Waters. A two-hundred-foot yacht was anchored at sea. Under the night sky, the pitch-black sea surface, apart from the yacht's lights, was filled with the lapping sound of waves against the hull.
Under the dim lights, one could vaguely see a man and a woman standing at the bow. The man in the lead held military binoculars, gazing at the distant sea surface.
"Will they come?"
The man rubbed his bloodshot eyes, reached out and tugged at his wrinkled tie, as if telling the woman, and also comforting himself: "Xiuqing, don't worry, the buyer will definitely come! This is two billion Superdollars!"
The man was Li Wen, the world's most skilled "The Painter"! But now, this The Painter couldn't hide his dejection.
The woman reached out and adjusted his collar for him, saying, "The story you made up won't be able to hide from the Hong Kong Island Police for long. Perhaps the Hong Kong Island Police are already on their way now, Li Wen. Come with me, let's find a place to live anonymously and start over!"
*Slap*, the man slapped the woman's hand away, his face flushed red, veins bulging on his neck. He said hoarsely, "No, I'm unreconciled. My paintings are the most popular counterfeit paintings in the world..."
Li Wen looked at his hands with an obsessed gaze. "These hands can create the most perfect works of art in the world. I absolutely cannot let them go to waste."
Wu Xiuqing looked coldly at Li Wen:
"But you lost. Now the Hong Kong Island Police already know you are The Painter, and Interpol will also receive the news soon. Where do you think you can escape to? Wake up!"
Li Wen glanced at her, took out a handkerchief and wiped his glasses, his demeanor returned to calm.
"Xiuqing, you don't understand. The buyer has great influence in New York. As long as we escape to New York and change our identities, let alone the Hong Kong Island Police, even FBI Federal Agents can't do anything to us!"
"Regardless of how great his influence is, why would he help you? Don't forget, the two billion US Dollars have already fallen into the hands of the Police..."
Wu Xiuqing stared into Li Wen's eyes. "You should know, there's no Free Lunch in this world."
Before Wu Xiuqing finished speaking, the roaring sound of propellers came from afar.
Two beams of light from searchlights appeared on the sea surface, sweeping across.
"They're here!"
Li Wen didn't answer Wu Xiuqing. He silently put on his glasses, took out a black high-intensity flashlight from behind him, and flashed it towards the sky three times.
A Hercules Gunship Helicopter slowly flew down, hovering about ten meters above the yacht.
A rope descended from the helicopter cabin hatch, and Special Forces soldiers wearing bulletproof vests rappelled down the rope one by one.
"You're The Painter? Where are our goods?" Kane looked at the man and woman before him, and this small yacht that clearly couldn't hold two billion US Dollars, and frowned.
...
Just how extravagant is the life of the top Tycoons in the Federation?
Just looking at the Osborn Family's private Villa tells you.
The entire Villa has a total area of 38,000 square feet,
Divided into four floors, it has 12 rooms and five bars, as well as a cinema that seats 40 people,
Additionally, there are independent Helipads, private swimming pools, and Courtyards.
The Villa even has a small Golf Course and a horse farm.
The Manor Tang Song had just acquired not long ago pales in comparison to this Villa.
After all, the difference between the two is a Small Goal, in US Dollars.
And this Villa, valued at 290 million US Dollars, is merely one of the Osborn Family's many Properties.
The Osborn Family, even in New York, a city teeming with Tycoons, can be called a top Family/Clan.
Old Osborn started from scratch, founding Oscorp, which is worth hundreds of billions. It was once the world's highest-valued Biotech Company.
Even though it has declined somewhat now, the Osborn Family still ranks among the top on the Federation Family/Clan Rich List.
In front of the Osborn Villa entrance, the owner of the Villa, Norman Osborn, was currently wearing a custom-tailored Suit, dressed very formally, standing in front of the entrance.
He was clearly waiting to welcome the arriving Guests.
Chapter 43: Seeking Refuge, Value
HK, Liangyou Cafe
At a two-person table by the window sat two servings of milk tea and pineapple buns.
However, the guests at this table were clearly not in the mood to eat.
"The HK Police and Interpol are targeting us, we need to prepare a way out!"
The man in the black trench coat watched the black commercial vehicle that had been parked across the street for a long time out of the corner of his eye.
His voice was very low, so low that the woman across from him had to lean forward to hear what he was saying.
The woman wore a black luxury dress, a dazzling diamond necklace around her neck, and a black veiled hat that covered half of her face.
"Interpol is targeting us, where can we go?"
The woman's cold voice carried mockery.
"In three days, a batch of goods will leave port. We'll go with the shipment, and someone will naturally help us then!"
The man stared at the woman, gazing at her face beneath the veil almost obsessively.
"We'll go together!"
"What about Old Wu and the others? We're abandoning them?"
The woman touched her face beneath the veil, a hint of disgust flashing deep in her eyes.
It was unclear if she was disgusted with the man or with her own face.
Hearing Old Wu's name, the man slammed the table in anger.
"Care about him? I'm going to take him out, kill his whole family, that bastard! If he hadn't broken the rules, how would Interpol have traced us!"
The woman seemed accustomed to the man's anger. She picked up the milk tea in front of her and took a sip.
"Are you planning to abandon your art? Can your buyers be trusted?"
"Do you know how much goods the buyer wants this time?" The man held up two fingers:
"Two billion Superdollars!"
The woman was startled by the number. "That much?"
The man smiled smugly. "This time, when we deliver the goods, we'll visit that buyer as The Painter's assistants. He will definitely provide help!"
...
Three days later, HK, South China Sea area, International Waters. A two-hundred-foot yacht was anchored at sea. Under the night sky, the pitch-black sea surface, apart from the yacht's lights, was filled with the lapping sound of waves against the hull.
Under the dim lights, one could vaguely see a man and a woman standing at the bow. The man in the lead held military binoculars, gazing at the distant sea surface.
"Will they come?"
The man rubbed his bloodshot eyes, reached out and tugged at his wrinkled tie, as if telling the woman, and also comforting himself: "Xiuqing, don't worry, the buyer will definitely come! This is two billion Superdollars!"
The man was Li Wen, the world's most skilled "The Painter"! But now, this The Painter couldn't hide his dejection.
The woman reached out and adjusted his collar for him, saying, "The story you made up won't be able to hide from the Hong Kong Island Police for long. Perhaps the Hong Kong Island Police are already on their way now, Li Wen. Come with me, let's find a place to live anonymously and start over!"
*Slap*, the man slapped the woman's hand away, his face flushed red, veins bulging on his neck. He said hoarsely, "No, I'm unreconciled. My paintings are the most popular counterfeit paintings in the world..."
Li Wen looked at his hands with an obsessed gaze. "These hands can create the most perfect works of art in the world. I absolutely cannot let them go to waste."
Wu Xiuqing looked coldly at Li Wen:
"But you lost. Now the Hong Kong Island Police already know you are The Painter, and Interpol will also receive the news soon. Where do you think you can escape to? Wake up!"
Li Wen glanced at her, took out a handkerchief and wiped his glasses, his demeanor returned to calm.
"Xiuqing, you don't understand. The buyer has great influence in New York. As long as we escape to New York and change our identities, let alone the Hong Kong Island Police, even FBI Federal Agents can't do anything to us!"
"Regardless of how great his influence is, why would he help you? Don't forget, the two billion US Dollars have already fallen into the hands of the Police..."
Wu Xiuqing stared into Li Wen's eyes. "You should know, there's no Free Lunch in this world."
Before Wu Xiuqing finished speaking, the roaring sound of propellers came from afar.
Two beams of light from searchlights appeared on the sea surface, sweeping across.
"They're here!"
Li Wen didn't answer Wu Xiuqing. He silently put on his glasses, took out a black high-intensity flashlight from behind him, and flashed it towards the sky three times.
A Hercules Gunship Helicopter slowly flew down, hovering about ten meters above the yacht.
A rope descended from the helicopter cabin hatch, and Special Forces soldiers wearing bulletproof vests rappelled down the rope one by one.
"You're The Painter? Where are our goods?" Kane looked at the man and woman before him, and this small yacht that clearly couldn't hold two billion US Dollars, and frowned.
...
Just how extravagant is the life of the top Tycoons in the Federation?
Just looking at the Osborn Family's private Villa tells you.
The entire Villa has a total area of 38,000 square feet,
Divided into four floors, it has 12 rooms and five bars, as well as a cinema that seats 40 people,
Additionally, there are independent Helipads, private swimming pools, and Courtyards.
The Villa even has a small Golf Course and a horse farm.
The Manor Tang Song had just acquired not long ago pales in comparison to this Villa.
After all, the difference between the two is a Small Goal, in US Dollars.
And this Villa, valued at 290 million US Dollars, is merely one of the Osborn Family's many Properties.
The Osborn Family, even in New York, a city teeming with Tycoons, can be called a top Family/Clan.
Old Osborn started from scratch, founding Oscorp, which is worth hundreds of billions. It was once the world's highest-valued Biotech Company.
Even though it has declined somewhat now, the Osborn Family still ranks among the top on the Federation Family/Clan Rich List.
In front of the Osborn Villa entrance, the owner of the Villa, Norman Osborn, was currently wearing a custom-tailored Suit, dressed very formally, standing in front of the entrance.
He was clearly waiting to welcome the arriving Guests.
