Want my treasure? ”

"If you want, I can give it all to you, go find it! I put all my treasures there! ”

Although this is not the original text of Diablo's "last words", its main content is not much different from the famous quote above.

Now everyone who has seen that last word knows two things:

1. The dark cloud hanging over the heads of all careerists has passed with the old king, and the person who now steals the throne is none other than Li Qing, who has been wanted by the whole country since yesterday.

2. The boss has left his inheritance, and everyone has the opportunity to inherit it.

And this legacy is...

"The boss's bank account?"

Li Qing read this last sentence carefully, and already had a slight bad premonition in his heart:

"How much money does he have in his account?"

"It's more..."

Bugalati's rather solemn voice sounded on the side:

"The most basic survival problem has not been solved before, so I have never told you about it."

"If you want to control the entire organization, the technology group that controls and manages the organization's intranet can only play half the role."

"If the intranet account is the throne representing the king's identity, then the boss's personal bank account is the treasury that supports the operation of this kingdom."

Like all rich people, Diablo doesn't love money.

But in order not to let money corrupt the pure and beautiful fighting spirit of the working people, Diablo, like all rich people, is doing everything he can to reduce the dividends of cadres and reduce the wages of employees.

The organization has developed in his hands like a legendary glutton, just eating and not pulling.

In this way, after more than a decade of high-profit and low-cost operation of the Passion organization, the accumulated cash surplus has become an astronomical amount.

And the vast majority of this number was deposited in Diablo's personal account opened under a false identity.

The amount of money above is unimaginable, and even the funds needed for the operation of the organization have to be transferred from this account on a regular basis.

"That is to say..."

"If we don't get this bank account, the organization we take over will be a shell with depleted cash flow, no payroll, and bankruptcy at any moment?"

Li Qing finally made things clear:

Diablo doesn't just control the underground kingdom through an account on the organization's intranet.

He also has a firm grip on the real lifeblood of a large organization – money.

But now, Diablo has thrown away the money he has accumulated for many years, the gold pool that supports the operation of this underground kingdom, without hesitation.

He packaged his personal bank account, and the fake identification that controlled it, into a rare treasure and hid it somewhere unknown in the country.

As long as you get this treasure, you can get a huge amount of cash accumulated by the passion organization for many years.

"If you want to inherit my legacy, go to Venice!"

"Tomorrow morning at 6 o'clock in the waiting hall of the train station in Venice, where there will be the last clues about my heritage."

That's what he said at the end of his last words.

“.......”

"This is clearly playing monkey tricks!"

Li Qing has huge doubts about the authenticity of Diablo's so-called last words:

"That guy is now seriously injured and running away in embarrassment, and he still has the time to go to Venice to arrange some treasure hunt?"

"He clearly wants to make a so-called treasure out, so that we don't have time to track down his current whereabouts for the time being."

"No... Not necessarily. ”

"This treasure is most likely real."

Bugarati groaned:

"Although the organization has been taken over by us, there must still be some diehards in the organization who are willing to give their lives for Diablo."

"He may not be able to move himself, but if Diablo gives orders to such a dead man, it will not be difficult to set up such a treasure hunt in Venice."

"And more importantly..."

"There's no need for him to cheat now."

"Not only must Diablo not be deceitful, but Diablo must also leave a sufficient, true, and credible clue at the Venice train station to truly believe in the authenticity of that last word."

Diablo's prestige in the organization is simply too high.

The word boss is like an invisible mountain that can never be crossed, always standing in front of all members of the organization.

Over the past decade or so, those who have tried to challenge it, approach it, and even spy on it have all turned into dry bones in the grave in a very tragic way.

Diablo did his best to make his character an untouchable god.

And then, the ridiculous thing happened:

When God comes forward to speak, no one can be sure if He is really God.

No one can be sure whether the last words that disappeared on the intranet are true or not.

Is the poster who calls himself the boss really the boss himself?

It could just be a farce hastily staged by some rebel to muddy the situation, or maybe even a phishing post from the boss himself.

It's not impossible.

After all... The boss is a "god", how can a god die?

If there is only such a painless last words, those anti-bone boys who have been suppressed by the boss's prestige for more than ten years may not dare to come out easily.

Like an elephant growing up in a circus, it doesn't dare to risk being whipped, even if the thin iron chain can't restrain its growing body.

So...

"In Venice tomorrow morning, there must be something to prove the truth of his last words."

"For example... The personal bank account that only the boss can take out and control the financial power of the organization. ”

"Only in this way can Diablo convince those careerists in the organization that he is truly dead, and that it is no longer the invincible boss who is now leading the organization, but those of us who have been exposed to the public early on with their stand-in abilities, and who have no deterrent or ruling power."

Bugarati carefully analyzed the current situation, and his expression became more and more serious:

"When the time comes, the situation will be in trouble."

"Those careerists don't dare to challenge the boss who has always been hidden in the shadows, but they definitely have the courage to compete with us who are completely exposed."

"Careerists who are not willing to be lonely will challenge the throne one after another, and the underworld families and local forces that were once subdued by the organization will resurrect in order to compete for a bigger cake, and the whole Italy will fall into chaos."

"Unless..."

He paused slightly, and was silent.

But Li Qing still keenly smelled the bloody smell hidden in Bugarati's words:

"Unless we go to Venice now and kill all the careerists who try to 'inherit the legacy'."

"Extinguish the flames of rebellion early before victory, and use their heads to deter those who have not had time to jump out."

"Just like Diablo did in the past."

"Almost."

Bugalati spoke deeply.

The evil dragon has just been beaten away, and they, the "brave", have to play the evil dragon.

Such a plot is absurd.

But now they have to.

After breaking the old order, as challengers to justice, they must ensure that they can maintain a stable and orderly new order.

Otherwise, the world will be in chaos, and the living environment of ordinary people will be far worse than the Diablo era in the past.

"Venice..."

Li Qing sighed helplessly:

"Looks like we're going to have to go."

It was a conspiracy and they had to go.

Even if they know Diablo, it's a monkey.

"Let me go too."

An extremely serious voice suddenly sounded in Li Qing's ears.

It was Polunarev who spoke.

This strange uncle, who even became happy and jumpy after healing his old wounds, unconsciously changed his temperament back to his original maturity and stability when talking about business.

He said to Li Qing very solemnly:

"I've been fighting on this land for a whole decade."

"I can relate to the sheer feelings of the people who want to fundamentally change this country."

Polunarev seemed to regard Li Qing and the others as his companions.

When his companions were in trouble, he certainly couldn't just sit idly by.

"Count me in."

As soon as Polunarev's impassioned voice dissipated, another reassuring voice sounded slowly.

Jotaro stroked the brim of his hat, hiding his sharp gaze in the dark shadows:

"Polunarev's battle is my fight."

"I won't leave easily until I find Diablo."

"Great!"

There were two more powerful thugs out of thin air, and Li Qing naturally readily agreed.

He didn't say much politeness, but began to prepare for the trip to Venice straightforwardly:

"Let's go, then, now."

"Then again, it's close to midnight, and there's less than seven hours left until 6 o'clock tomorrow morning..."

"Time is precious, why don't I go and ask Thomas to arrange a helicopter?"

Novice pilot Li Qing said eagerly.

"Flying again?"

Fogg and Misda gasped.

"Still don't need to..."

Apaki and Naranga were insensitive to this.

“.......”

Giorno and Bugarati didn't know what to think of, and they were silent.

"This..."

Jotaro and Polunarev invariably reminisced about the eventful years of their youth.

Recalling that trip across the hemisphere, they replied in unison:

"No, not on a plane."

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