Li Ang ran the sea of qi, his clothes were violent, and when the "Heavenly Demon God Slayer Method" was running, the endless demonic and evil aura gathered on the face, and the two white lines that ran through the mask emitted a faint light, and the hollow eye sockets that were as black as ink began to rotate as if they were real and illusory.

There is the breath of life, the form of form, and the illusion. The beginning of creation, the change of yin and yang, is called life and death.

In the sight of the Italian mafia gunmen, Leon's face burst into flames, his raincoat turned into a wriggling blanket of flesh-colored mushrooms, his arms into long snakes that twisted and twisted, thunderbolts twisted into a ghostly roar, and even the solid ground beneath his feet became the mouthparts of benthic fish.

The illusion triggered by the face was so effective that all the gunmen panicked and fired aimlessly.

The slaughter, began.

The guns were useless, the resistance was overwhelming, and the bullets grazed the edges of Leon's raincoat forever, piercing the floor-to-ceiling windows of the hall and shattering the glass shards.

"Why do the weak fight?"

Leon sighed and stepped forward, stumbling through the crowd, wielding his axe lightly, and in the blink of an eye, all the thugs in the hall had their right wrists broken, and the palms of their flesh holding the trigger fell to the ground, and the waves of blood spurting from his arms flowed and flowed, accumulating into depressions and wrinkling waves, like boiling and stirring soup, and the wind swept away the fishy air, and the thunder that crossed the sky would be illuminated in a mess.

All the gunmen fell to the ground and rolled non-stop, their cheeks bruised, the cold sweat of the bean condensed on their foreheads, and they pinched their right wrist with their left hand to try to stop the blood from flowing out, and the screams were loud and loud.

Leon lightly lifted his legs and stepped over the maggot-like writhing crowd, came to Richard Sapa and stopped, stood in place and beat his palm with the back of his one-handed axe,

"Good evening, Mr. Richard."

Leon flicked his fingers and dotted on his raincoat, shaking off the blood, "This weather is really bad, if I don't have a raincoat, I should be soaking wet." ”

The British chatting did not receive the expected response, and Richard slumped back in his chair and said with a hard face: "What do you want?" ”

"Money?" Leon scratched his chin with the blade of the armor-piercing knife, and said uncertainly: "I know that if you count the Sapa family's estates, factories, real estate companies, film companies, funds, bonds, and stocks, all of which are at least a billion dollars in wealth, but the transfer of this money requires a huge amount of procedures, steps, and time, and the most important thing is that it is easy to be traced, and it is definitely impossible to slip into my pocket safely and smoothly.....

It is a fact that the transfer of large assets will always attract the attention of those who are interested, whether it is the FBI or the IRS (Internal Revenue Service), which may be more of a deterrent to some extent.

You must know that the IRS was founded in 1862, by President Lincoln in order to pay for the Civil War, the unique purpose of the establishment of this institution has a very high priority in the United States government, from the dignitaries in the white house of Washington, D.C., to the business giants on Wall Street, down to the ordinary people who live a tight life in small households, all of which cannot escape the inspection of the IRS - Al Capone, the godfather of the gangster who relied on heavy machine gun grenades in Chicago in the thirties of the last century. was not brought down by the FBI, but was sent to prison by the IRS for tax evasion, and contracted syphilis for life because of messing around in prison and became a big laughing stock in the world.

There is a well-known proverb in the country of rice: "Only death and paying taxes are eternal." "Leon doesn't want to attract the attention of the IRS behemoth, and he avoids dangerous black money in real estate, securities, stocks, and so on, which may lead to investigation.

"Well, Mr. Richard, I'll offer you a deal." Leon opened his mouth and said, "I know that you must have hidden a large sum of cash in a corner of this manor, and five million dollars in bills from me in exchange for a human life, what do you say?" ”

Richard glanced blankly at the crippled men who were fluttering on the ground, and said to Leon, "Such a lie can't have worked for me, and you'll kill us even after the money is in hand, won't you?" ”

"Uh..... Mr. Richard, you may be mistaken about one thing."

Leon tilted his head and kicked Antonio in the stomach with his foot, causing the latter to curl up into a shrimp with a scream, "From the beginning, I didn't intend to spare everyone in this hall - including you. ”

Leon looked at the confusion on Richard's face, which then melted into an expression of anger, horror, remorse, pleading, and despair, and said with a smile: "Since this manor is the base of the Sapa family, it is naturally impossible to do without the women and children of the Sapa family. When I say human life in the transaction, I mean your wife, children, children, nephews, and relatives who are hiding in a secret room. One million dollars per life, cash transaction, no counteroffer. ”

"No!!" Richard erupted in endless anger and courage, he got up from his chair and strangled Leon by the neck, "You can't do this! ”

"I'm sorry, I can." Leon smiled and snapped Richard's elbow, "Have you read Mr. Conan Doyle's Four Signatures?" There's a clever idea that the height of a moving building doesn't match the height of all the rooms in the building plus the height of the floors, tell me, Mr. Richard, what does that mean? ”

This means that at the top of the building, there is an enclosed, unknown roof chamber that can hold treasure chests full of treasures in the Four Signatures, and a dozen helpless women and children in the Sapa Manor.

Richard's face had completely lost its blood, he knelt on the ground, humbly kissed the instep of Leon's rain boots in humble humiliation, and said hoarsely: ".... There were $8 million in cash in the underground warehouse, and a hundred British-style gold bricks. ”

According to the standard of the underground vaults of the City of London, the purity of the gold bricks is 99.5%, the weight is 400 ounces, and according to the minimum price of 1,300 US dollars per ounce, a hundred gold bricks are worth at least 52 million US dollars!

The Sapa family has been rooted in Gotham City for decades, and its tentacles have spread to the gold trading markets of New York, Chicago and Winnipeg in Canada.

"Wow, I have to say, Mr. Richard, this offer has far exceeded my expectations."

Li Ang smiled and said, "Then after I get the money, you can die with peace of mind." ”