The matter started two days ago.

It's late at night, in a black community, while you're sleeping, there's a sudden knock on your door, asking if you want to open the door?

This is Free America!

You must be crazy to open the door!

This guy woke up and immediately took out a gun from the bedside. He took off his underwear and took it out quietly.

Don't ask why you need to take off your pants, just ask so that you can become invisible!

When I reached the door, the knock on the door was still there, and the black man shouted loudly: "No matter who you are, get out of my door immediately, or I will shoot!"

This is very American.

"Haha, I've left $100,000 for you at the door." A voice sounded at the door, followed by the sound of retreating footsteps.

The black guy was leaning against the wall, with a distorted expression on his face. One hundred thousand dollars?

What a fucking liar!

You're just tricking me into opening the door, don't think I don't know.

I will absolutely, absolutely, never open the door, hey, man, I am shouting loudly in my heart.

1 minute...3 minutes...

It was really just a casual thing, and no one reported it except their own country.

"Now let's talk about the profit from going long on interest rate futures in Britain, France and Germany, totaling US$2.2 billion."

Money is not so easy to come by. Transporting drugs, killing people, anything is possible. You know it is 100% criminal without asking.

"Shut up, damn it, others heard it, and we are all going to die here today!" Aunt Hei was also excited, but her decades of life experience made her know how to deal with this kind of thing.

Stacks of U.S. dollars, all 100-denomination bills, were neatly stacked in the bag. The mother and daughter suddenly became short of breath.

Picked Druckenmiller up from the dock and boarded the cruise ship. By the way, the cruise ship belongs to Murdoch. Sean only has one cruise ship so far, and it was given by someone else.

The rest belongs to several other partners, including the intermediary banks, JP Morgan, Chase Manhattan and other major banks. They received US$7.46 billion.

The black guy was so excited that he was about to shout out, but as soon as he opened his mouth, the black aunt next to him grabbed the black pants on the bed and stuffed it into the black guy's mouth.

He quickly put on the underwear that he hadn't changed for a week, and the two of them laughed silently while holding the money.

Do you think this is the end?

No!

Soros also came forward and ordered his confidant Druckenmiller to settle the property with Sean and Murdoch on his behalf.

Everyone quickly calculated in their heads, 18.2 billion.

Not only the leeks, but also the leeks that grew them were all mowed down, leaving no grass growing anywhere.

"No, what's wrong with your eyes?" Murdoch Soros looked very sad. He was already very old and his health was failing.

"I always suspect that you want to kill me!" Sean couldn't help complaining, but he still whispered in Murdock's ear: "You have to give it up, and the defense effect against heavy artillery is not good."

Block the door, go back to the house, turn on the lights, and check.

The number one hundred thousand kept ringing in my mind.

If I weren't afraid of being beaten to death by you, I would blow out your stinky mouth with one punch!

After telling the police station that it was business, the two got in the car and drove towards the hospital again.

This is called professionalism!

Use something as if it were a harvest, and never let go of any benefit.

I sniffed subconsciously, vomiting!!!

At most, I just cursed in my heart.

Go back to sleep?

Do you think this is the end?

No!

These guys also conveniently went long on British, French and German interest rate futures.

The muscles on Soros's face were pulsing and he had a splitting headache. Damn it, he's crazy. Who the hell is driving a tank on the street?

But that was what I thought before... now...

The black aunt next to her looked a little ugly, her brows were furrowed, she wanted to say something but she opened her mouth and didn't say anything.

But business matters.

The black guy picked up his clothes and put them on without any hesitation.

This is the fate of these low-class black people. Sooner or later they will turn to crime. She did the same thing in order to raise her three children.

Looking at Aunt Hei coming out of another room, she couldn't move her steps.

When I arrived at the hospital, I learned the exact condition from the doctor.

It is common for black guys to not have a father. They were raised by their mothers and they treat their mothers very well.

All this fussing lasted until the afternoon.

Sean smacked his lips and said with some embarrassment: "My security is not in place, but..."

"How's it going? Found a clue?" Murdoch asked.

Transporting drugs, stealing, shopping for zero dollars...the other two children are still in prison.

"Heavy? Heavy artillery?" Murdoch looked confused.

I found a phone booth and dialed the number on the note, and was answered immediately.

"Yes, tanks require all-round protection. Mine is designed for anti-tank rockets, so it falls short when facing heavy artillery bombardment."

The rest was simple. Those people gave him photos, license plate numbers, and information. All he needed was to wait somewhere and drive into him at the moment he was supposed to appear.

"Fuck Fuck!" Murdoch's face darkened, he cursed and chased after him.

"I know, but it doesn't matter. They told me it was just a car accident. I won't run away. I will stay in there for a few years and then come out." The black guy shrugged, looking normal. Then he thought of something and became nervous again.

Looking at Sean, "You said you wouldn't follow the normal legal process if I told the truth."

"You do something for us, and after it is completed, I will give you another 500,000 US dollars, which is enough for you to transplant your mother's kidney and the whole family can get out of trouble..."

Multiple soft tissue contusions, shoulder dislocation, left arm fracture, and coma caused by multiple hits to the head. Fortunately, no internal bleeding was found in the skull, but there was a moderate concussion. Whether there are any sequelae needs to be observed.

Currency appreciation will cause the stock market to rise, and currency depreciation will cause the stock market to fall.

How come I don’t even have a clue about how many bad things I’ve done?

This is simply not comparable to an industry that costs a lot of money, has low profit margins, and takes years to complete. As long as you get addicted to it, you will be addicted and can't stop!

Think about how long it took you to earn 10 billion, it’s enough...

"On the Clippers, you idiot!!" Aunt Hei also noticed and slapped Brother Hei on the head.

Sean shook his head, bitch is just hypocritical, do you think your reputation is better than mine?

"I asked you to change cars, but you think it's okay!" Sean complained a little, but it was really not entirely his fault.

As the leader of this operation, Quantum Fund can get one-fifth of the proceeds, US$3.64 billion, and Soros can get half.

After a long time, the excitement was almost gone. Aunt Hei grinned and said, "Let's see what else there is. I won't get you so much money for no reason."

The foul smell made him retching.

Not only did they short Finland, Sweden, Italy and the United Kingdom, they also shorted Portugal, Belgium, Luxembourg, and Denmark.

No, you definitely lied to me!

"Order a car for me, motherfucker!" Soros cursed weakly.

Sean tilted his head like Murdoch and said with a half-smile: "Yeah, only a nigger would believe it."

Druckenmiller was so frightened by what happened to Soros that he didn't dare to go out. Sean sent his own car to pick him up in person.

After rummaging around, there was indeed a note inside, with a sentence and a phone number written on it.

Well, it's not very attractive to think so.

It is not difficult to understand why some people want to kill Soros!

Who makes Soros the leader? Although they know that there are people behind him, they don't dare to retaliate against these people, and they can't even tell them openly.

The normal process is that you kill someone intentionally!

This IQ is really... sending him to jail would not bring any sense of achievement.

It’s better to dance than dance…

The crowd laughed and clapped.

After that, he walked forward.
To be continued...