Chapter 012: Reliable Secretary

At this moment, Abram Tarasov, who was stationed at the auto repair shop, had just gathered all his men. He looked at the nearly hundred subordinates below, all equipped with firearms, and nodded in satisfaction.

He then waved his hand and ordered, "Let's go!"

Instantly, everyone turned around and got into the cars. The engines roared to life as the convoy of about twenty vehicles left the repair shop, forming a formidable procession.

They headed towards the outskirts of Brooklyn.

Abram Tarasov was accompanied by three burly men in suits. These three individuals were his bodyguards, and they escorted him into a Cadillac SUV. The vehicle started up and followed the convoy.

He wanted to see who had the audacity to attack the Russian gang at this time.

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After clearing out all the guards, Charles Doyle finally stopped to examine the basement.

The basement wasn't large, but it was divided by a heavy iron door into two sections. One area was where Charles had just battled, and the other side was densely packed with boxes.

Glancing at the iron door, Charles placed his right hand on the keypad lock. In the next moment, lightning flashed across his hand.

Instantly, the keypad lock malfunctioned, and the iron door swung open.

Stepping into the room, he looked at the boxes before him. Charles randomly selected one to open, and as he did, he felt like the entire room was bathed in a golden glow.

Indeed, it was a box of gold. Gold bars were neatly stacked within the box. Charles reached in and took one out, examining it closely.

He applied pressure with his fingers, leaving an imprint on the gold bar. After feeling its hardness and observing its color, he confirmed that these were indeed real gold bars, not fake.

He then tossed the gold bar back into the box and opened another box nearby.

This box contained nothing but jewelry and gemstones, with a particularly eye-catching blue sapphire on top. Charles picked it up and weighed it in his hand; it was more than a hundred carats.

After inspecting two boxes in a row, Charles Doyle became curious about the remaining boxes. He counted them and found that there were still 20 unopened boxes.

Could they all be filled with gold and jewelry? This Russian gang must be incredibly wealthy.

Charles opened another box, only to find it filled with shining American knives and bundles of ten-dollar bills neatly tied together.

Observing the ten-dollar bills, Charles felt somewhat disappointed. Although the box was large, how much could a bunch of ten-dollar bills amount to?

Nonetheless, it was true that the main currency denomination for everyday transactions in the United States was the ten-dollar bill. If someone used a bunch of one-hundred-dollar bills for spending, they would likely draw suspicion and trigger an investigation.

Not dwelling on this matter, Charles opened all the boxes and found that they were all filled with U.S. dollars. There were no other items, let alone jewels, luxury watches, or even physical gold.

All twenty boxes contained U.S. currency. As for the total amount, he wasn't sure yet.

Staring at the twenty-two boxes before him, while someone else might worry about how to discreetly take away so many boxes, it wasn't a concern for Charles Doyle.

After all, his copper coins had the power of bi-directional exchange.

Placing his hands on the pile of money, Charles Doyle silently whispered in his mind, "Recharge."

Instantly, all the cash inside the boxes vanished, and on the ninja panel in his mind, the digits under the "Copper Coins" category jumped rapidly for about three breaths before coming to a halt.

Now, the number in the Copper Coins column read 4.2 million, where 200,000 Copper Coins were earned from a previous mission. Therefore, his current earnings amounted to 4 million US dollars.

Twenty boxes, each containing $200,000 in cash, totaling 4 million dollars.

Charles Doyle was quite satisfied with the gains from this operation. Not only did he clean up the scum of society, but he also acquired a substantial sum of money.

These earnings far surpassed the rewards offered for John Wick, and the best part was that this money didn't have to be shared with the Continental Hotel.

Aside from using it for repairing cars, he could also consider upgrading his ninja dog. After all, upgrading summoning beasts consumes a lot of Copper Coins.

As for the other two boxes containing gold and jewelry, he stored them in the storage space provided by his system.

With everything done, Charles dispelled his transformation jutsu and walked out of the factory.

A red Ferrari 458 was parked on the street. His eyebrows raised slightly as he approached the car, opened the passenger side door, and got in.

"My reliable secretary, you've arrived just in time. I was just thinking about how to get a ride from this place."

Charles Doyle looked at the blonde woman before him and spoke with a smile, closing the car door behind him.

"As a reward for you, I have a little gift to give."

In the next moment, the blue sapphire that he had just stored in his storage space appeared in his hand once more.

Seeing the blue sapphire that was larger than a pigeon egg in Charles's hand, Ginny's eyes gleamed like a greedy dragon spotting treasure.

The gem sparkled with a dazzling light.

"Boss, you're so generous!"

Ginny embraced Charles Doyle, then planted a big kiss on his lips before taking the blue sapphire from his hand.

"Boss, does this blue sapphire have a name?"

Charles wiped off the lipstick marks from his face and looked at the beaming blonde woman. He replied, "You can give it a name you like. After all, you're its owner now."

Ginny was a bit disappointed that her boss didn't even know the original name of the gem.

Observing the scene of her placing the gem in a secret place, Charles Doyle swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Hearing the sound of him swallowing, Ginny chuckled. Then she said, "Boss, your Mercedes-Benz has been arranged for repairs. When it's fixed, they'll contact you."

"Now, are you returning to Charles's Agency or going back to Chrysler Building?"

Charles Doyle nodded, quite satisfied with Ginny's efficiency. He then slowly said, "Take me back to the Chrysler Building!"

Hearing the mention of the Chrysler Building, Ginny didn't say more. She started the car, pressed the gas pedal, and the Ferrari instantly sped off into the distance.

The moment the car left, the weather outside changed.

Raindrops began to fall from the sky, transitioning from a light drizzle to a heavy downpour in an instant.

Gazing at the pouring rain outside the car window, Charles Doyle's thoughts drifted far away, thinking Viggo would finally meet his end at the hands of John!

[T/N: From this week, I will be posting extra chapters based on the numbers of power stones. So be sure to give your power stones if you like this fanfiction.

For more details, check on the auxiliary chapter that will be posted in a while]

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