I earn really hard money

Chapter 61 Counterfeit banknote master
He Xia returned to the street, no one remembered him, the traffic was still busy, only the owner of the seafood shop was sad, dried oysters and dried fish were scattered everywhere, squished and trampled a lot, this wave of losses is not small .

The owner of the seafood shop who was cleaning up the mess at the door saw He Xia walking slowly carrying two barrels of oil from not far away, and hurried back to the shop in fright, hoping that the plague god would leave quickly and don't make trouble for himself.

Unfortunately, things backfired, He Xia not only did not leave, but walked into the shop instead.

"Boss, boss, I knew something was wrong when that woman walked around my store for a long time without buying anything. I was about to drive her away, but... I really don't know her!"

"My shop is covered by the prince. If you continue to make trouble, those, those young and Dangerous boys will trouble you, so go away..."

The owner of the seafood shop held his head and kept talking.

He Xia put down the oil barrel, took out [-] Hong Kong dollars from his pocket, and said, "Pay me for something."

He put the money on the counter, and left the shop with the oil drum in his hands under the astonished eyes of the shop owner.

For the damage he caused, if conditions permit, he will make some compensation.

[Exploration degree +2, currently: 62%]

"Ha, if you dare to act bravely, good people will be rewarded!"

He Xia felt that his identity as a substitute for punishment was not as simple as it seemed. If he was a substitute for punishment and executed punishment on behalf of a certain existence, he also needed to be a little more careful. If the other party was not a villain, he would treat it with care.

After a lot of trouble, He Xia originally planned to buy gasoline and go back to the hotel to rest, but now she didn't have to go, so she took a taxi and went straight to the Ronglai dyeing factory.

"Fortunately, the vicious woman was dealt with in advance, otherwise it would be even more difficult for me to trip me at the last moment!"

Sitting in the car, He Xia was thoughtful. He didn't know Qingqing's mission, but judging from the current situation, he was definitely on the side of the counterfeit money gang!

"The Ronglai dyeing factory is so remote, sir, what are you doing there with two barrels of oil?"

The driver felt that the passenger's behavior was strange, so he asked.

He Xia smiled and said, "The trees on the mountain are too lush, let's burn them down!"

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The driver glanced at He Xia, and thought to himself, could this be a fool...

He hurriedly turned his eyes back to the road, and said with a smile, "Sir, you really know how to joke, haha."

"A friend went racing on a mountain road at night, and there is no gas station nearby. I will prepare the gas in advance and have a good time!"

The driver said in his heart that this is serious talk, what kind of nonsense is setting fire to a mountain...

"Hey, drag racing is fun, but you have to pay more attention to safety, the roads on the mountain are changeable, and you may fall into a ditch!"

The two chatted with each other, the vehicle sped away, and after a while, they arrived at the foot of the Ronglai Dyeing Factory. He Xia didn't let the driver go up the mountain. Go up the hill.

"The road is broken like this and dare to go racing, the young boy is so brave!"

The driver muttered a few words and turned the car in the direction it was coming from.

He Xia carried two barrels of oil and walked up the mountain. After walking 50 meters on the old concrete road, he got into the forest and disappeared.

"Come a little earlier... I have to feed more mosquitoes!"

Squatting in the middle of the woods, He Xia could see a corner of the wall of Ronglai Dyeing Factory from among the dense trees. He didn't dare to approach rashly. God knows what means the other party has to detect life forms. Don't stop eating?

Time passed by little by little, and when the sun was setting, He Xia heard a sound of heaven coming from a distance!
Hang, hang, boom.

"The slut drove away the good car and didn't come back, leaving us a broken one, Made, tie it up and make a big fan!" Shen Sihai looked at the dilapidated pickup in front of him with resentment on his face.

Wang Bo frowned, and said, "Brother Hai, Qingqing is one of her own after all, don't say that."

Shen Sihai sneered, and didn't say anything more, just to give Wang Bo a face.

Lin Lihua's eyes were red, and she sat in the back of the car a long time ago, quietly and silently.

Uncle Xin walked out of the factory and sat in the car without saying anything.

Puff puff puff, Wang Bo stepped on the accelerator, black smoke came out from the exhaust pipe, and the vehicle carried four people away from the Ronglai dyeing factory.

He Xia watched the broken pickup truck approaching from a distance from the bushes, and counted the number of people in the car very cautiously. The angle of view was good and the four of them could be seen in full view.

After the vehicle had gone far away, more than ten minutes later, He Xia returned to the cement road and was bitten all over his body.

"tui tui!"

Two mouthfuls of saliva, wiped on the arms and legs, and ran up the mountain with the oil barrel in hand.

The main door was locked, and in order to reduce the noise, He Xia climbed in from the top of the wall.

"It's really careful, the weeds and trees haven't been cleaned up..."

He Xia was standing in the front yard of the factory. If he didn't know that there was a den of counterfeit money hidden in the factory, he wouldn't have suspected it at all!
Dilapidated walls and iron gates, old and rusty big locks, weeds growing half a meter high from cracks in the concrete floor, all the sights tell visitors that this place has been deserted for many years.

Even knowing that everyone on the other side had left, He Xia was still cautious, climbed over the iron gate and walked carefully into the dark factory building along the corner, with the smell of various oils lingering on the tip of his nose, and unknown machines were placed in the factory building.

The bright mechanical parts are in stark contrast to the surrounding mottled walls.

"Professional..."

Thinking of the super beautiful knives printed by the painter team in the movie, I can't help but sigh that this is the banknote printing factory!

He Xia walked inside and saw a wooden box on the table. He picked up a stick from the ground and carefully opened the wooden box. With the little sunset left, he saw a shiny metal dollar bill inside. .

"Is this the so-called master version?"

With a faint metallic luster, Franklin's head is lifelike, every bump and bump are all kung fu, and every bend is full of craftsmanship.

He Xia reached out and carefully picked up the metal dollar bill.

[Finding an item containing a lot of power in the world: counterfeit banknote master]

[Exploration degree +10%, currently: 72%]

[Trigger side mission: Hand over the counterfeit banknote master intact to the local police station Mission reward: $100 million]

"Hey!"

The corner of He Xia's mouth curled up into a smile, the side mission finally came!

"Precise instruments can't detect errors. It's really a miracle. If you have this ability to do something serious, can't you make a fortune? Without the painter, without Li Wen, and if you lose the master, you should break up, and save you all indirectly." Life!"

The counterfeit banknote gang in Wushuang was basically wiped out in the end. If the gang disbanded before the counterfeit banknotes were produced, naturally the following things would not happen.

He Xia put the counterfeit banknote master back into the wooden box, not daring to put it in his pocket casually, and it would be destroyed if he bent it. The mission was very clear, and it must be handed over to the police station in one piece, which is worth millions to him. Beautiful knife!

He continued to wander around the factory for a while, and it was getting dark and it was not convenient to turn on the lights. He found nothing of value, so he frowned when he poured oil on the machine with an oil drum.

"Since there is time, it seems that there is no need to set fire to it. It will be difficult if it really ignites the mountain fire!"

　It's completely cool, and there is still no recommendation for next week...

　　The current collection is around one thousand. It is estimated that there will not be much improvement before it is put on the shelves. I will write hard so that the book friends who support me will not be disappointed.

　　


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