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"It turns out they had the meeting place in Jersey City."

Father Time pondered for a moment and said slowly: "We also received a tip that the evil witch group will conduct a large-scale sacrificial ceremony, but we don't know the specific purpose. It seems that your status in the evil witch group is quite high."

Harry's heart moved and he asked, "You also have undercover agents in the evil witch group?"

"Of course, there is no difference between the Shadow Bureau and the CIA or FBI. It's just that the nature of the incident they handle is different. The FBI has spies, and so do we.

It’s a pity that the evil witch group is very cautious and hardly recruits members from outside. You are probably too famous.”

Father Time paused, and his tone suddenly became cautious, "Harry, you have to be careful, this may be a trap."

Harley frowned: "Even you wouldn't have thought that after I joined Heibang and became a big boss, I would be an undercover FBI agent. Do they still doubt my identity?

And when I completed the wizarding group trial mission, they didn't think highly of me.

Well, I dislike my lack of magic power and poor talent.

Is it worth arranging a large gathering for me like this? "

"Of course it's not against you. There are a lot of peripheral members participating in this meeting. Are they worthy of the wizarding group's trust?

At least our Shadow Bureau has placed more than one agent inside. They only know that there will be a big gathering. The time, location, and purpose are completely unknown.

So, is it possible that the wizard group is trying to lure the snake out of its hole? "

"Listening to what you say, a war is really possible." Harley said thoughtfully, "The purpose of the evil witch group's existence is to cause trouble and make more mortals believe that darkness is real. They don't mind a supernatural battle. Great war.”

"So, you have to be careful. My agents all have special skills, so they will be fine. But you don't even have magic power, so you may not be able to withstand a wave of magic attacks.

Well, your "Post-Manhattan Era: Three-Body Crisis" has just begun, so you can't die casually. " Father Time advised sincerely.

It's magic power again. Is it possible to be looked down upon by others if you don't have magic power and join the magic circle?

Harley felt uncomfortable, "Don't worry, I will be fully armed."

After hanging up the phone from Father Time, Harley came to her weapons arsenal again.

The glass house has five bedrooms and two living rooms, including Harley's own master bedroom, one for Ivy, a guest bedroom for the kitten, a meditation room, and the last weapons storehouse connected to the master bedroom.

As a qualified Gothamite, you have at least three weapons hidden in your home: pistols, rifles, and automatic rifles.

As a qualified Gotham gangster, Harley has rockets, grenade launchers, light machine guns, submachine guns, automatic rifles, snipers, trolls, grenades, bayonets, daggers, and Mexican machetes at home

"It seems not enough to deal with the mage."

After touching the weapons neatly arranged on the counter, Harley frowned, looking dissatisfied.

Closing the door, she went downstairs.

In the sales department, Harley met Ivy and old Gibbs.

Ivy was lying on the counter, looking curiously at the busy elite men through the glass window.

Well, all of them are in suits and ties, with waxed hair and shiny leather boots, looking like elite white-collar workers.

There were about twenty people in the 100-square-meter room.

"What are they doing?" Ivy asked.

"Calculating the odds for tonight's game," Old Gibbs said casually.

"So many people." Ivy muttered.

The old man shrugged and said: "BOSS has more than a dozen boxing gyms, with contracted and unsigned boxers, adding up to hundreds of numbers, and more than a hundred matches every night."

"I heard that boxing matches are often faked. Do you still need to calculate the odds?" Ivy is not a novice either.

"That's other people. I would rather lose money than fix matches. The best fighting arena in the world is a sign, and I plan to make it another WBA!" Harley said with a smile.

Harley has no hope that it can become an international event, but the reputation must be there.

Without a good reputation for absolute fairness, "the best in the world" will not be able to convince the public. Without this reputation, how can it attract real masters?

How can she level up without a master?

"As long as Sister Harley is in charge of this boxing ring, it will never lose money, because no one can compete with Sister Harley." Old Gibbs said with a smile.

"Oh, being number one in the world is so lonely." Harry clasped his hands behind his back and looked up to the sky with a sigh.

Although she is suspected of showing off, at least she has not lost in the boxing ring yet.

"Ivy, have you decided what to do?"

"There seems to be no suitable job for me. How about I become a waitress." Ivy said with a grimace.

"You?" Harley looked her up and down. Her facial features were quite delicate, but her face was dry, her chest was as flat as her lower abdomen, and her hair was too thick, hanging randomly on the back of her head like a chicken coop.

Almost all of the waitresses here, no matter whether they are black, white or brown, have two coconuts on their chests and two coconuts hanging on their hips.

It looks very "toned".

"Can't I do it?" Ivy looked at herself and then at Harley's big apple, feeling a little inferior.

"Ivy can be a conductor." Old Gibbs said with a smile.

"also."

After settling Ivy, Harley called the old man to her office and said in a deep voice: "You are an old employee of the mercenary union. Can you recommend a single-person missile to me?"

"Isn't this an RPG?" the old man asked doubtfully.

"The RPG is still a bit big. I want one that is small in size, can be hidden on the body as a sleeve arrow, has great power, and has a precise guidance system." Harley said.

Marvel's big shit next door can hide more than a dozen powerful missiles in such a "small" armor. DC's technology here should be stronger.

After all, in the 1960s and 1970s, Dr. Manhattan made a lot of mistakes in the scientific world.

"Boss, now that Gotham is finally at peace, what are you going to do?" the old man said fearfully.

"What are you thinking about? How can an honest person like me disturb Gotham's peaceful age?"

Harley rolled her eyes, "I'm trying to protect myself. If I'm safe, the boxing ring will be safe. Don't you also benefit from it?"

The old man thought for a while and said: "BOSS, if you were still an ordinary mercenary, you could go to the mercenary supermarket to buy weapons, but now that your status is different, there should be channels that match your status.

For example, the Falcone family also owns part of the Mercenary Supermarket, and one of the businesses owned by Boss Barnes is the armory.

The price is more favorable, the quality is better, and customization is also accepted. "

Harley shook her head and said, "We can't make a big deal this time. You are a veteran, so it shouldn't be difficult to hide your identity, right?"

Before joining the Falcone family, Harley could never have imagined that Wayne Military Industries' warehouse in Gotham had always been managed by Heibang.

It is equivalent to Wayne Group treating Heibang as a security company and then packaging its warehousing business to this company.

Of course, most of the Falcone family's businesses have formal business licenses.

Barnes, who has the same status as Harley and Sister Yu, his main industry is really security services.

It was also a coincidence that Harry was still thinking about Barnes, but something happened to Barnes in the afternoon.

At noon the next day, Falcone Manor.

The old godfather treated the big guys to spaghetti.

Well, it's the first family gathering since Harley took over.

"You all know?" The old godfather's face was gloomy, and the atmosphere in the restaurant was depressing.

The food on the table was rich and fragrant. The eleven bosses sat in their seats, no one moved their chopsticks.

Because the family's treasury was robbed by the Russians, the family lost $120 million.

It's all cash.

Nicola turned out to be those boys who did it.

Even if Falcone is cleansed, he is still a gray and black family. There must be a large amount of money hidden, or waiting to be cleansed.

For example, at Harley's boxing gym, the tickets and drinks belong to her. They are legitimate income and can be recorded in the account. After paying the tax, you can deposit it in any bank or make investments, no problem.

But the boxing ring also provides spinach service.

Harley herself doesn't mind having transparent accounts and paying taxes normally, but she has to split the accounts with the boxers, and she can't be transparent even if she wants to.

For example, every time a boxer wins a match, he can receive a minimum bonus of five hundred dollars, and a maximum of tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands.

Suppose a masked master comes tonight, and he defeats all the enemies, even defeats Harley, becomes the king of kings, and wins hundreds of thousands of dollars in one night.

How can a boxer pay taxes when he leaves with a large bag of cash?

Harry doesn't even know who he is, so how can he keep accounts?

This is different from NBA team income and player salaries, which are completely clear and can be checked.

The U.S. Department of Taxation cannot audit the accounts, but her financial department has Falcone's accountant, and every month she pays the family taxes not less than a penny - unless she violates the rules and secretly runs her own small business.

Well, Hallie didn’t get Nicola’s property for free. She had to pay a large sum of money to the old godfather every month.

Just like the plot that often appears in Hong Kong Hei Bang movies: "The Black Society", Tsuen Wan is the boss. When competing with Mr. Le to sit in the restaurant, he yelled at his uncles - I pay so much money to the society every year, how can you drink good wine? , Picking up pretty girls is all up to me, why don’t you choose me? !

In addition to the "grey money" waiting to be laundered, there are also offerings to military and political bosses.

As the old godfather said, in this roasted whole lamb feast, he could only eat the lamb back meat. Above him, there were "lamb rib eaters" and "lamb leg eaters".

Just as Wayne Group has many shareholders, the Falcone family also has a group of invisible shareholders.

At least half of the family's income must be given to them.

There was no way to clear the money out of the account, so the only way was to secretly transport it in cash.

Therefore, the Falcone family must have a secret treasury.

Now, not only was the location of the money bank exposed, but all the cash was also stolen by the Russians.

Things are getting serious.

First, there was a mole in the family's senior leadership.

Secondly, if the dividends paid to shareholders this quarter are lost, should we make up for them?

Finally, who is responsible for this?

Hmm, it seems that the Russians are responsible for Harley?

"BOSS, if we find the Russians, we should be able to get the money back, right?" Harley asked.

The old godfather looked at her expressionlessly and said: "All the Russians were dead. They were riding in a car with a bomb installed at the bottom, and a third party detonated the bomb. All the people and cash in the car were burned to ashes.

The Russians were not the masterminds, someone hired them and revealed the location and defenses of the money bank.

If nothing else happens, after they successfully rob the money, they will definitely be silenced by the people behind it."