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Chapter 162 is another big pot

Alexander Pierce finally had a look of horror on his face.

Because he suddenly thought that if the other party could perfectly become his appearance, it would mean that the other party could completely replace him and become the new director of SHIELD and the new leader of Hydra!

Demonic girl!

A name that was included in the key monitoring by SHIELD, and the file encryption and red color suddenly appeared in his head.

In their archives specially set up for the mutant group, the mutant code-named Magic Girl has such ability. Not only can she perfectly become anyone, but she can also perfectly imitate various detailed features such as iris, fingerprints, skin textures, sounds, etc., and her fear is even above its leader Magneto!

After a while of slowing down, Alexander Pierce could move slowly. After he had walked over, he said in pain: "You did this to violate the agreement signed between S.H.E.L.D. and the mutants. Now that I have let me go, I can stop pursuing it."

What's the thing?

Dior was stunned for a moment. Did he treat him as a mutant?

Then he immediately understood why the other party thought so, but you didn't see that the clothes on my body were so incompatible? The magic-shaped woman could even make her clothes and glasses come out by her own ability.

While thinking, Dior changed back to the appearance of "Sitville", and then said to himself: "I'll give you an account and transfer a billion dollars into it, and then let's talk about other things."

Such a good opportunity, it would be uncomfortable not to break a bill, and he blackmailed Hydra's money. Even if the black braised egg was wanted to be recovered afterwards, he could refuse with confidence!

It's really exciting to think about how powerful a billion dollars can make him suddenly.

What's wrong with Africans? So what's wrong with dark faces?

In the face of strong money power, this is nothing!

But Alexander Pierce refused without thinking, "This is impossible. SHIELD does not have so much funds at present, and even if there is one, it cannot be transferred into a private account. The International Security Council is supervising SHIELD's funding situation at all times. Once it is found that it is transferred out abnormally, the account will be frozen immediately and you will not get a penny."

Although what he said is reasonable and convincing, Dior simply doesn't believe his nonsense.

You should know that the period when Hydra developed the fastest was when he was the director of SHIELD. So many secret bases were built around the world, so many personnel were secretly developed, and so many cutting-edge scientific research equipment were purchased. Where did these funds come from?

It's impossible to rely on his salary, right?

I thought about it with my butt, and I knew that this guy must have a way to transfer the funds applied for by SHIELD through some means, and then devote all of them to the development of Hydra.

Even Dior suspected that even if he gave up the position of director to Nick Fury, he still had a way to secretly withdraw funds.

It is like a leech attached to a beast, strengthening itself while weakening the enemy, but the paralyzed beast is still leisurely unaware of it, trying hard to absorb the nutrients from the outside so that the leech on the body can continue to suck blood.

A scream rang out!

Dior broke one of his fingers directly.

"Don't try to fool me. I've been secretly tampering with it all these years, right? You know how much money you have transferred out? Do you want to see how much US dollars are lying in your account now?"

While saying viciously, Dior held his second finger.

Alexander Pierce's face was distorted in pain. Seeing that the other party was not ready to let him go, he immediately shouted: "100 million! There are 100 million dollars in my account, all of which are given to you!"

"Wouldn't it be over if I had been so happy?"

Dior smiled, then cracked and broke another finger.

"Remember to say hurry up next time."

At this time, Alexander Pierce's face was already in pain and she could not speak at all. She just held her wrist and her face turned red, her head was pressed against the ground, and her eyes were full of viciousness.

A few minutes later, a laptop was placed in front of him, and he was typing on it with a gloomy face. The index and middle fingers of his right hand were irregularly raised. Every time he hit the keyboard, it hurt to make his muscles tremble on his face, but he gritted his teeth and held on.

Soon, he logged into one of his bank accounts, and the amount on it was as much as he said before, totaling 100 million US dollars!

Dior lamented that it was indeed a gold belt that killed people and set fire. If you want to make money quickly, you still have to do this kind of business without any money.

As a taxpayer, he pays so much tax every year, and he is all greedy by such a guy, so he has taken them all back now, right?

"Transfer to this account."

Alexander took the note with a gloomy face and began to operate it tremblingly.

What Dior didn't know was that just when Alexander connected to this account, the camera that came with the laptop was already on, and the video was transmitted...

When the words "successful transfer" were displayed on the computer, Dior not only wasn't happy, but instead narrowed his eyes.

"It seems that you don't think your life is worth it. Don't tell me that you were nervous just now, so you missed a zero."

Account balance: 90 million US dollars.

Dior glanced at the display screen and waited for Alexander to explain to him.

"This account has a maximum transfer limit, and can only transfer 10 million at a time. If this amount exceeds, the bank will call to confirm. I didn't do this because I was afraid of causing misunderstandings. If you don't believe it, I can transfer all the remaining 90 million at one time."

Alexander explained, enduring the pain in his hands.

Dior looked at him deeply, and was not sure whether this old guy was lying to him or whether it was true.

Dior thought for a while and said, "Continue to transfer money, come again and again. If I find out that you are making some small moves, I promise you will die and it will be ugly."

Alexander did not continue as he said, but said helplessly: "The transfer interval must exceed five minutes, otherwise the bank will still call to confirm."

So troublesome?

Dior always felt that he was lying, "Now I have the final say, go ahead."

Alexander had to try to transfer money again, but just after he slowly and effortlessly entered his password, the screen showed not the transfer money was successful but the account was frozen!

At the same time, his private phone rang.

"It must be that the bank discovered my abnormal operation and called me to inquire."

Alexander placed his cell phone on the table, his hands away, looking away from him, fearing that he would cause any misunderstanding.
Chapter completed!
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