I'm going to have a fight with Superman

Chapter 125 The Inner Ghost
"So they put the rally in Jersey City."

Old Man Time pondered for a moment, then slowly said: "We have 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 said, "Do you also have undercover agents in the evil witch group?"

"Of course, there is no difference between the Shadow Bureau and the CIA or the FBI, but the nature of the incidents 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 probably have too much reputation."

Old Man Time paused, and his tone suddenly became cautious, "Harry, you have to be careful, this might be a game."

Harry frowned: "Even you can't think that I, who joined Heibang and became a big boss, would be an undercover agent of the FBI. Could it be that they still doubt my identity?
And when I completed the trial mission of the wizard group, they didn't think highly of me.

Well, I hate that I have no magic power and poor talent.

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

"Of course not against you. There are quite a few peripheral members who participated in this gathering. Are they worthy of the wizard group's trust?

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

So, is it possible that the wizard group is leading the snake out of the hole? "

"Hearing what you said, a big battle might really happen." Harry thought thoughtfully, "The purpose of the existence of the evil witch group is to make troubles, to make more mortals believe that the darkness really exists, and they don't mind having an extraordinary battle." Great battle."

"So, you have to be careful, all of my agents have unique skills, and they will definitely be fine, but you don't even have magic power, so you might not be able to resist a wave of magic attacks.

Well, your "The Three-Body Crisis in the Post-Manhattan Era" has just begun, so you can't die casually. "The old man of time sincerely persuaded.

It's magic power again. Could it be that without magic power you can mix in the magic circle and be looked down upon like this?
Harry felt uncomfortable, "Don't worry, I will be fully armed."

After hanging up the phone of Old Man Time, Harry came to his arsenal again.

The glass room has five bedrooms and two halls, Harley's own master bedroom, one for Ivy, one for the kitten's guest bedroom, a meditation room, and the last arsenal connected to the master bedroom.

As a qualified Gotham person, there are at least three weapons hidden in the house: pistols, rifles, and automatic rifles.

As a qualified Gotham boss, Harley has rockets, grenade launchers, light machine guns, micro-chargers, automatic rifles, big snipers, spray guns, grenades, bayonets, daggers, and Mexican machetes at home.
"It doesn't seem to be enough to deal with mages."

Touching the weapons neatly placed on the counter one by one, Harry frowned, looking dissatisfied.

After closing the door, she went downstairs.

In the sales department, Harry saw Ivy and old Gibbs.

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

Well, all of them are in suits and ties, their hair is waxed, their leather boots are shiny, and they all look like elite white-collar workers.

In a room of [-] square meters, there are about twenty people.

"What are they doing?" Ivy asked.

"Calculate 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 rings, signed and unsigned boxers, add up to hundreds of numbers, and more than a hundred games every night."

"I heard that there are often fake matches in the boxing ring, do you still need to calculate the odds?" Ivy is not a novice either.

"That's someone else. I'd rather lose money here than play fake matches. The World's No. [-] Fighting Arena is a signboard, and I plan to make it another WBA!" Harley said with a smile.

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

Without a good reputation of absolute justice, "No. [-] in the world" cannot convince the public. Without this title, how can it attract real masters?
Without a master, how would she level up?
"As long as Sister Halle is in charge of this boxing ring, you will never lose money, because no one can match Sister Halle." Old Gibbs said with a smile.

"Oh, number one in the world is so lonely." Harry put his hands behind his back and sighed deeply.

Although there are suspicions of pretentiousness, at least she has not lost in the boxing ring.

"Ivy, have you thought about what to do?"

"It seems that there is no suitable job for me, otherwise, I will also be a waitress." Ivy said with a bitter face.

"You?" Harry looked her up and down. His facial features were fairly delicate, but his face was dry, his chest was as flat as his lower abdomen, and his hair was too thick, draped behind his head like a chicken coop.
The waitresses here, no matter black, white or brown, almost all have two coconuts on their chests, and two coconuts on their hips.

It looks very "fitness".

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

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

"also."

After Ivy was settled, Harley called the old man into his office, and said in a deep voice, "You are an old employee of the Mercenary Union, can you recommend me a missile that can be carried by one person?"

"Isn't this an rpg?" the old man asked suspiciously.

"The rpg is still a bit big. I want the kind that is small in size, can be hidden on the body as a sleeve arrow, has great power, and has a precision guidance system." Harry said.

Marvel next door has a big piece of shit, so the "small" armor can hide more than a dozen powerful missiles, and DC's technology here should be stronger.

After all, in the 70s and [-]s, Dr. Manhattan made too much noise for the scientific community.

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

"What are you thinking about? How can an honest person like me disturb the peace and prosperity of Gotham?"

Harry rolled his eyes, "I did it for self-protection. If I am safe, the ring will be safe. Don't you also benefit?"

The old man thought for a while and said: "Boss, if you are still an ordinary mercenary, you can 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 a part of the mercenary supermarket, and one of Barnes' boss businesses is the armory.

The price is more favorable, the quality is better, and it also accepts special customization. "

Harry shook his head and said, "You can't make a big show this time. You are a veteran, so it shouldn't be difficult to hide your identity?"

Before joining the Falcone family, Harry never imagined that Wayne Military's warehouse in Gotham had always been managed by Heibang.

It is equivalent to Wayne Group treating Heibang as a security company, and then packaging the 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 indeed security services.

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

At noon the next day, the Falcone estate.

The old godfather treats the bosses to spaghetti.

Well, this is the first family reunion after Harley took office.

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

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

Because the family's treasury was robbed by the Russians, they lost $2000 million.

All cash.

Nikolay, the gang of younger brothers did it.

Even if Falcone is whitewashed again, he is still a black and gray Heibang family, and there must be a large amount of money that cannot be seen, or is waiting to be washed clean.

For example, Halle's boxing ring, tickets and drinks belong to her, which is legal income and can be recorded on the account.After paying the tax, it is no problem to store in any bank or make investment.

The boxing ring also offers spinach service.

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

For example, every time a boxer wins a game, he can get a minimum bonus of 10,000 US dollars, and the maximum can be tens of thousands, or even [-]+.

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

The boxer left with a big bag of cash, how to pay taxes?

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

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

The U.S. Department of Taxation cannot check the accounts, but her finance department has an accountant from Falcone, and the tax paid to the family every month cannot be less—unless she violates the rules and secretly engages in her own small business.

Well, Halle didn't get Nikola's estate for nothing, she had to pay the old godfather a lot of money every month.

Just like the plots that often appear in Hong Kong Heibang movies: "Black Squeeze Club", the big D in Tsuen Wan, when he competed with Le Shao to sit in the restaurant, he yelled at his uncles-I pay so much money to the club every year, you can drink good wine , Picking up beautiful girls, it's all up to me, why not choose me? !
In addition to the "grey money" waiting to be cleaned, there are also confessions to military and political leaders.

As the old godfather said, in this roasted whole lamb feast, he can only eat lamb back meat, and above him, there are "mutton rib eaters" and "mutton leg eaters".

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

At least half of the family income must be handed over to them.

The money can't be cleared at all, it can only be smuggled in cash.

For this reason, the Falcone family must have a secret treasury.

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

It's a big deal.

First of all, there are ghosts at the top of the family.

Secondly, the dividends to shareholders have been lost this quarter. Do you want to make up for it?

In the end, who is responsible for this?
Hmm, it seems like the Russians are responsible for Harry?

"Boss, if you find the Russians, you should be able to get the money back, right?" Harry asked.

The old godfather looked at her blankly, and said: "The Russians are all dead. They were riding in the bottom of the car, and there was a bomb installed. A third party detonated the bomb. The people and cash in the car were all burned to ashes.

The Russians were not the masterminds, they were hired and revealed the location and defenses of the money vaults.

If there is no accident, after they successfully robbed the money, they will be silenced by the people behind it."

(End of this chapter)