Gang Transactions

The weasel looked at Lu Chuang speechlessly, thinking that this person is really thick-skinned.

"I've got what you want ready."

With that said, Weasel took out a folder and put it in front of Lu Chuang: "This is your new identity, which contains all fake identity information, including driver's license, medical records, social security number, etc., as long as you don't go Provoking the IRS, under normal circumstances will not check out the problem."

IRS, short for America Tax Service.

Known as the most feared government department in America, even the CBI and FBI are behind.

It is not a casual saying that in America only death and taxes are inevitable.

Lu Chuang couldn't help but feel a little guilty, shouldn't he have to pay taxes on the things he robbed?

But having said that, Weasel's business level is really good.

A few days ago, he had collected enough money for the deposit, and then asked Weasel to forge a fake identity for himself. It turned out to be done so quickly, which relieved Lu Chuang a lot. After all, he can't go anywhere without a legal identity. It will be convenient.

Lu Chuang put away the folder and suddenly asked, "How is Wade doing?"

"I don't know, the last time I saw Wade was the day before yesterday, he was wearing blood-soaked clothes, he seemed to find an underground force related to Francis, and then... you know."

Weasel didn't go into too much detail. He shrugged and continued: "Anyway, he's been very busy these days. After all, he's held back for such a long time, so he should find something to vent."

Lu Chuang understood what the weasel meant.

As Wade's bedmate, Lu Chuang naturally knew how much torture Wade suffered during the time in the institute. Whether it was mentally or physically, Wade was already covered in bruises. If it weren't for Wade's firm will, maybe He was already insane.

For Wade's crazy move, Lu Chuang expressed his understanding.

Not to mention Wade, even he is a little abnormal now, if it were him before, he would never have thought that he would take someone's life one day.

So crisp and without fluctuations.

However, Lu Chuang is still very good to himself, and now he does not have the ability to avenge Francis.

A super high school stuntman just gave him a Regenerative Healing Factor, but he originally didn't have any combat ability. If he was fighting an ordinary person, he could still use his self-healing ability to consume the opponent to death, but facing a mutant like Francis, he You can only be beaten passively.

So, the best solution for now is to unlock the next achievement.

Get new super high level talents!

"Let's not talk about that, just recommend me a few new commissions, I'm so mad!" Lu Chuang said excitedly while clutching the black box. It is urgent to fight against the arrogance of criminals!

However, the weasel's answer was unexpected.

"There should be no commissions that meet your previous conditions."

Lu Chuang's expression froze instantly: "Are you joking?"

The weasel said helplessly: "You should know that these commissions are all issued by the employer. Unless there is a real grudge, no one will waste money on dealing with those gangsters."

It is inevitable that other mercenaries will fail to do a commission, and at least have to rest for a few days.

Fortunately, Lu Chuang completed a commission almost in a day, and he was more diligent than those who worked outside.

If this continues, other mercenaries will lose their jobs.

Hearing what the weasel said, Lu Chuang was immediately disappointed. Originally, he was thinking of choosing the commission with the lowest difficulty to complete the unlocking conditions of the system, but it seems that things did not go so smoothly.

Now there are eight sinful villains short of completion.

You have to hurry up and find a way to get enough.

Thinking of this, Lu Chuang bewitched the weasel again: "Don't you really want to try my villain training tool, it's very fun."

"I reject!"

The corners of Weasel's eyes twitched a few times.

After listening to the conversation between the two mercenaries just now, he had already guessed what this villain's training device was used for.

"Okay, recommend me some commissions whose targets are gangsters." Lu Chuang sighed and gave up this tempting idea.

Weasel quickly screened out several black cards, Lu Chuang picked them up to have a look, and suddenly found a commission he was interested in.

"That's all." Lu Chuang pulled out the black card: "I'll take this entrustment."

"Are you sure? Don't blame me for not reminding you, this difficulty is not small."

"Okay, I never fight an uncertain battle. By the way, I want to buy something from you."

"what?"

"C4 bomb."

…

The fog filled the night, and on the streets of Brooklyn, a heavy truck parked silently by the side of the road.

Under the dim street lights, several burly men came down. They opened the rear compartment and each took out an automatic rifle from inside. They didn't care about attracting the attention of others, and put one person down to stay where they were. The others just swaggered into the dark alley.

Snapped!

The soles of the boots stepped heavily on the puddles on the road, and mud and sewage immediately splashed everywhere.

A strong man with an inferior cigar in his mouth flicked his trousers, cursed in a low voice with a thick Russian Ross accent, wiped off the water stains on the box in his hand, and then led the others to stop at an iron gate. in front of the door.

From the looks of it, this should be a frozen Warehouse.

The brawny Ross spat out the cigar in his mouth, reached out and knocked on the iron door.

After a while, a dull voice came from inside.

"who?"

"Vladimir asked us to take delivery."

"Hold on."

Accompanied by the tooth-piercing sound of metal rubbing, the somewhat rusty iron door slowly opened.

A group of strong Russian Ross walked in with guns in hand.

The interior space of the Warehouse is not large. It is a square room of about 40 square meters. Pieces of frozen pork are hanging in the air. There are already several people sitting around the metal table in the middle. They are playing poker boringly. A lot of chips and banknotes.

Seeing the arrival of the strong Russian Ross and others, they put down the poker in their hands.

One of them stood up consciously and walked towards the frozen pork, took out a dagger from his waist, plunged into a piece of frozen pork and cut it open.

Through the incision, one can clearly see a pack of stuffed transparent crystals, all of which are sewn into the frozen pork.

"The goods are all here."

"very good."

The Russian Ross glanced at the Warehouse. There were about a dozen pieces of frozen pork, and he nodded in satisfaction.

Immediately afterwards, he opened the box, and there were stacks of banknotes inside.

"Here is twenty million."

Appearing to be the head of the Warehouse, a man stepped forward to confirm the amount of the note.

After confirming that it was correct, he nodded: "It's a pleasant cooperation."

"Pleasant cooperation."

The Russian Ross grinned his mouth wide, and then waved his hand to signal his subordinates to take all the frozen pork off.

Boom!

Suddenly.

There was a sudden knock on the door outside.