Li Ang moved the sea of ​​energy, and his clothes were rumbling violently. When the "Sky Demon Slaying God Method" was running, endless evil spirits gathered on the Nuo mask. The two white lines that penetrated the mask emitted a faint light, and the dark and ink-like hollow eye sockets began to rotate like real and illusion.

The energy of life and the shape of shape are all illusions. Where creation begins and yin and yang change is called life and death.

In the sight of the Italian mafia gunmen, Li Ang's Nuo mask suddenly rose up, his raincoat turned into a squirming flesh-colored bacteria blanket, his arms turned into a winding snake, and the thunder twisted into a gloomy ghostly sound, and even the solid ground under his feet turned into a mouthpiece for benthic fish.

The illusion triggered by the Nuo mask is so effective that all the gunmen panicked and shot aimlessly.

The massacre began.

The guns were useless and the resistance was defeated. The bullets always wiped the edge of Li Ang's raincoat, pierced through the floor-to-ceiling windows in the hall, and broke the glass residue all over the floor.

"Why do the weak fight?"

Li Ang sighed and stepped forward, moving up and down in the crowd, waving the knife and axe lightly. In the blink of an eye, all the thugs in the hall broke their right wrists, and the fleshy palms that were still holding the trigger fell to the ground. The blood waves spurted out from their arms surging and flowing, and they accumulated into a slump and wrinkle, like boiling and stirring soup. The strong wind swayed and blew away the fishy smell, and the thunder that passed through the sky illuminated the ground in a mess.

All the gunmen fell to the ground and rolled constantly, their cheeks bulged, and their sweat as big as beans condensed on their foreheads. They pinched their right wrist with their only remaining left hand and tried to stop the plasma from flowing out. The shrill and loud wailing screams were endless.

Li Ang raised his legs lightly and stepped over the crowd that was twisting like a maggot, and came to Richard Sapa to stop, stood there and beat his palm with the back of the one-handed axe.

"Good evening, Mr. Richard."

Li Ang blinked his finger and tapped the blood off, "This weather is really bad. If there were no raincoats, I would have been soaked."

This British-style chat and chat did not get the expected response. Richard sat in a chair with a dead face and said with a harsh voice: "What the hell do you want?"

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

This is a fact. The transfer of huge assets will always attract the attention of those who are interested. Whether it is the FBI or the IRS (Internal-Revenue-Service, also known as the US Domestic Income Office) are difficult evil spirits. To a certain extent, the IRS may be more deterrent.

You should know that the IRS was founded in 1862 and was established by President Lincoln to pay for the Civil War. The unique purpose of establishment has led to the high priority of this institution in the US government. From the high-ranking officials and prominent houses in Washington DC, business giants who are scattered around Wall Street, to the common people who live a tight life in small families, they cannot escape the IRS's inspection. In the 1930s, Al Capone, the godfather of the gang who relied on heavy machine gun grenades in Chicago, was not knocked down by the FBI, but was sent to prison by the IRS because of tax evasion and syphilis and fraught relationships in prison, and regretted it for life, becoming a laughing stock in the world.

There is a household proverb in the United States: "Only death and tax payment are eternal." Li Ang did not want to attract the attention of the giant IRS at all, and he avoided the dangers of real estate, securities, stocks, etc. that could trigger investigations.

"Mr. Richard, let me do this, I will offer you a deal." Li Ang said, "I know you must have hidden a large amount of cash in a corner of this manor. Five million dollars will be exchanged for my life. What do you think?"

Richard glanced at the disabled subordinate who was fluttering on the ground expressionlessly, and said to Li Ang: "This kind of lie cannot work for me. You will kill us even after you get the money, right?"

"Uh...Mr. Richard, you might have made one mistake"

Li Ang tilted his head and kicked Antonio hard on the belly with his feet, causing the latter to scream and curl up into shrimps, "From the beginning, I didn't plan to let everyone in this hall - including you."

Li Ang looked at Richard's face with confusion first and then merged into anger, horror, regret, prayer, and despair, and said with a smile: "Since this manor is the base of the Sapa family, it is naturally impossible to have no Sapa family's women and children. The life in the transaction I mean the wife, children, nephews and relatives who hide in a secret room. One million dollars is a life, and no bargaining is allowed in the transaction."

"No!!" Richard burst out with endless anger and courage. He stood up from the chair and strangled Li Ang's neck tightly, "You can't do this!"

"Sorry, I can." Li Ang smiled and broke Richard's elbow. "Have you seen the Four Signatures written by Mr. Conan Doyle? There was a very clever idea in it. The height of a building cannot match the height of all the rooms in the building and the sum of the height of the floor. Tell me Mr. Richard, what does this mean?"

It means that there is an enclosed, unknown roof room on the top of the building, which can hold treasure chests full of treasures in "Four Signatures", and a dozen helpless women and children in Sapa Manor.

Richard's face had completely lost its blood. He knelt on the ground, kissed Li Ang's rain boots in humility and humiliation, and said hoarsely: ".....The underground warehouse has 8 million US dollars in cash and 100 British gold bricks."

According to the standard standards of the underground vault in London City, the purity of gold bricks is 99.5%, and the weight is 400 ounces. According to the minimum price of $1,300 per ounce, one hundred gold bricks are worth at least $52 million!

The Sapa family has been rooted in Gotham City for decades, and its tentacles have spread to New York, Chicago and Winnipeg gold trading markets in Canada. These huge amounts of wealth can be used to make a big fortune in the hands of professional speculators, and through the two-way arbitrage of long and short, they can be easily defeated in the gold price market.

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

Li Ang said with a smile: "Then after I get the money, you can die with peace of mind."
Chapter completed!