Out of the restaurant, William rode his motorcycle and followed Sunday's instructions, spent more than an hour, exploring several suspected warehouses, and finally found the warehouse where the Polar Bear Gang stored money in the fourth place.

In a dark alley outside the warehouse, William sat on his motorcycle, letting go of his mental power to probe the situation in the warehouse.

It looks like a group of beef and mutton storage and freezer warehouses built on the side of the dock, but as soon as you walk into the warehouse, you can see many gang members armed with long and short guns such as Uzi and AK.

In a large warehouse, William sensed a dozen gunmen in the watchman, and more than thirty women in overalls.

These middle-aged women are each with a large table, two money counters, and a small hill-like pile of money at their feet, grabbing a large handful of banknotes from time to time, sorting out the value of the money, putting the banknotes into the money counters, and brushing and lighting the loose banknotes.

100 sheets in a bundle, except for the bundles of $100 and $50 left on the table, the other $10 and $20 bundles were thrown into a large plastic bucket in front of the table.

William quickly understood why these people did this, and after a few minutes of mental power probing, a woman raised her hand and stood up, and immediately two thugs with guns walked up to her and looked at the plastic bucket in front of the table, and nodded,

Putting the gun away, the two of them dragged the bucket to the pile of money, and said to the person sitting on the pile of money, "Head, are these change sent to the stronghold, or are they stored in the warehouse?"

"Of course, when you send it to the stronghold, the warehouse is almost empty, at least half of it is 10,20 money piles, call the Slavina bastard, and tell him to start the relationship on the east coast of the United States and scatter these 10/20 loose bills,

At the same time, tell him that if he sends these 10 or 20 dollar bills again,

I'll let him talk to Mr. Pushkin himself, and then use the 10 or 20 money to bribe the Mi Kokee policemen and see if they will accept it."

"Understand, head, I'll send someone to send the money to Slavi."

The leader who nodded his head to see his subordinates leave, looked at the pile of 10 or 20 dollars under his ass, and opened his mouth to command his subordinates who were leaving

"Tell Slavina bastard that he only has 1 week, and next week we will load the money from the warehouse and ship it to the Tarasov brothers in New York, and that he should hurry up if he doesn't want Vigo-Tarasov to trouble him."

"Hehe, rest assured, head, Slavi will definitely not dare to offend the two brothers Vigo Tarasov and Abram Tarasov".

William, who was outside the warehouse, was a little familiar with the name Vigo and tapped his headphones, "Help me check Vigo Tarasov and Abram Tarasov on Sunday".

Soon on Sunday, he posted the information he found on William's mobile phone and clicked on the information on his phone.

At the first glance of Vigo Tarasov, William recognized who Vigo Tarasov was.

Tut-tut, isn't this the polar bear boss in Chase 1?

It was this guy's son who knocked John Wick on the head with a stick and almost hung up, and finally not only stole the car sent by John Wick's wife, but also killed the dog in front of John Wick's eyes.

Thinking about the plot in the fast pursuit, William's eyes rolled, 'hehe' smiled, and dialed John Wick's phone.

"Toot, toot, toot, toot",

The phone rang four times, and John Wick answered, "Good evening, Mr. Devon Hill, what do you command?"

"Do you know the two brothers, Vigo Tarasov and Abram Tarasov?"

John Wick thought for a moment and said, "Of course, sir, the two brothers, Vigo Tarasov and Abram Tarasov, are both descendants of polar bears, and are very famous in our underground polar bear circles.

In the underworld, it is rumored that the two brothers are the spokesmen of the polar bear super-oligarch Pushkin in New York, Mr. Devon Hill, do you want to trouble them?"

"No", William smiled, "since you know the brothers Vigo Tarasov and Abram Tarasov, then help me go and say hello to them and say that I want to treat them to Boston lobster in Boston".

John Wick didn't hesitate, "Yes, sir, I'm going to New York."

"Don't worry, we'll see you at the hotel in an hour, I have something for you".

"Okay, see you in an hour, sir".

Hanging up the phone, William turned on his mental strength, took a few steps back, ran forward a few steps, and jumped over the wall with one foot on the edge of the fence.

Because of his mental power, William knew everything within 200 meters of the warehouse, and with a Sunday reminder, he avoided all the checkpoints and thugs all the way to the outside of the warehouse where the cash was stored.

Climbed up the vent and slipped into the warehouse, glanced at the cash in a warehouse, William couldn't help but count with excitement, hemp eggs, there are at least 200 packages as big as a suitcase here, according to the size of US dollars,

Sunday did the math and told William that if such a package were $100, a package would cost $10 million.

Considering Pushkin's oligarchic status, it is not surprising that William would put so much cash in this gangster.

The three holes of the cunning rabbit, believing that there are at least 1 billion US dollars in the warehouse, pressed the excitement, William set the teleportation coordinates on the vent, climbed out of the warehouse, and walked out of the warehouse according to the original way.

Using mental power to scan the road ahead, William didn't turn on the lights, gently stepped on the gas pedal to reduce the noise, and rode a motorcycle out of the warehouse range before hitting the accelerator back to the hotel.

The planned prop banknotes have not yet arrived, and William, who is cautious, is not in a hurry to open the portal and transport away the banknotes in the warehouse.

Coupled with the fact that he knew that the small banknotes in the warehouse would be exchanged for large ones in a few days, William was even less anxious.

Back at the hotel, take the exclusive elevator back to your suite.

Refused the butler's food delivery service, closed the door, scanned the suite with mental power, and found no problem, opened the portal and returned to the basement of Oxford Castle, took a set of equipment and returned to the Boston hotel suite.

Placing the gear by the bar, he poured a glass of whiskey and quietly thought about his plans for the future, waiting for John Wick to arrive.

More than ten minutes later, the doorbell rang in the suite, and William put down his glass and opened the door himself, only to see John Wick in a fitting suit standing outside the door.

"Good evening, Mr. Devon Hill"

"Good evening, John, please come in".

Took John Wick to the wine cabinet and poured him a Macallan 1956.

"Thank you" John Wick took the glass, thanked him, and took a long sip of the glass.

"No, no," William shook his head and reproached, "this is whiskey, not vodka, and good wine is to be tasted slowly".

"Hehe, I'm sorry, sir, you know I'm a polar bear, no matter what kind of wine it is, we all take a big sip, a big sip, but this wine is really good", said and drank the other half of the wine in the glass, "thank you".

William reluctantly picked up the wine bottle and poured another glass into the wine glass that was stretched out in front of him, and it was still a full glass.

Since it was John Wick's habit to take a mouthful, William didn't care about it, and watched John Wick take another mouthful.

Reluctantly, he pushed the wine bottle directly in front of him, not caring or not, but it didn't mean that William would pour a third glass for John Wick himself.

"Thank you," John Wick said, taking the bottle.

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