Chapter 1179: Earn Extra Money (Please Subscribe! Please Give Me a Monthly Ticket!!! Please Give Me a Recommendation Ticket!)

Although what Molotov said was hilarious.

But Liz and Keith didn't feel anything at all. It could even be said that this made them more interested. After all, novices who are just starting out have little awe.

"Oh! Then it will be him in our first battle! Wait until we catch Kingpin! Then we will become famous!" Keith raised the half-eaten pizza and cheered loudly. Liz also nodded fiercely: "By then, we will definitely be more famous than Spider-Man!"

"Spider-Man?" Keith tilted his head and reprimanded Liz for her little scheme: "Who is he? Our goal is to catch up with Batman!

! Spider-Man is just a little bug from Brooklyn! We want to be the best!

! "

Liz was also inspired by Keith's words.

"That's right! We want to be the best!

"

Seeing the two ignorant and fearless girls screaming and screaming, Molotov sighed.

"Okay, okay! Don't sigh! We have a plan! So, please give me the explosives!" Keith saw Molotov sighing there, wrapped his arms around his neck, laughed and asked him to get the explosives. .

"Just give me money." Molotov didn't have much to say about this. According to the rules of the sewer, if you have money, you can do anything.

"No, no, no! I don't want the rubbish on the market! I want Azidoazide azide!"

Molotov's eyes widened and he said with a confused expression: "What are you talking about?"

"Hey, Molotov, don't pretend. I know you can do it!" Case didn't believe Molotov: "I know you have something to do with those chemists! So, help me!"

Chemist, another inhabitant of the sewer.

But unlike those sewer dwellers who have nowhere to go, they just work in the sewers. Many people have always believed that drugs in New York come from outside, but this is not actually the case. Generally speaking, it is true that most of the drugs on the street come from South America, Mexico and other places, but they are only bulk goods, while the real high-quality products are produced in professional laboratories.

This kind of goods is safer than those sold on the street. After all, those drugs that were smuggled in on a large scale have passed through many hands. Most of the drugs that come from the place of origin are very pure. If you smoke them directly, you will die. Moreover, if you sell them directly, the profits of the middlemen will be much less, so the middlemen will mix and blend them to reduce the purity and increase the weight. , generally speaking, over there One kilogram of the goods coming over will be adjusted into two kilograms for sale, and for the sake of profit, the middlemen, God knows what they will add to it. Those with some conscience will add protein powder or other harmless things to it. If they are more cruel, Just add wall plaster inside!

These products are targeted at the broadest group of people, addicts who don't have much money.

People above the middle class have more money and are more aware of the dangers of drug abuse, so they will choose safer and cleaner goods.

As a result, some "chemical veterans" who specialize in high-end business were born.

Think of them as New York’s ‘Breaking Bad’.

These people will manufacture high-end drugs in their own laboratories, including but not limited to various hallucinogens, cocaine, heroin, etc.

But setting up a laboratory above ground would be too dangerous.

So a genius came up with the idea of ​​setting up a laboratory underground. It's a great place. You can discharge chemical reagents at will without fear of being discovered. You can even poison people to death! No one else can see it anyway. Moreover, the place is secretive and the environment is complex. As long as you are familiar with the terrain in advance, no one will be able to arrest anyone.

In this way, sewer chemistry was born.

Moreover, it has formed a complete ecology with the sewer residents.

The materials needed by the chemical industry can be purchased through the sewer residents, and their finished products can also be transported through the sewer scene.

In this way, their risk is minimized.

As a result, many chemical laboratories appeared in the sewers of New York. And the business of these experiments is no longer just about drugs. Let's put it this way, all chemicals that are not available on the market can be purchased in these laboratories, and even form a complete industrial chain.

The Azidoazide azide mentioned above is a new type of nitrogen-type explosive that was developed by the research team of German chemist Thomas Klapke in 2011. This kind of explosive has not yet been put into practical use at this stage and is only used in some laboratories. Because this thing is extremely dangerous. Not only is its structure extremely unstable, it is also extremely powerful! Even in trace amounts, it has damaged expensive analytical equipment in many testing situations. This is why this explosive was not put into use.

But just like that, those chemists still got it out.

Of course... those labs soon regretted it.

Because... the market for this thing is very small, because no one knows how to use it. If it doesn't work, I'll burp myself. So those chemists are now looking for buyers everywhere and plan to dispose of them at a low price.

"Keith...that stuff is not fun." Molotov is the most popular broker in the sewers, so he naturally knows that there is such a batch of goods. But he also knows that this thing...it's not easy to do. If it was really easy to get, it would have been bought long ago.

"Don't worry, I have a solution! Don't be afraid!" Keith said confidently.

"real?"

"Am I kidding myself with my own life?"

…

Molotov was very efficient and got the things in only half a day.

Looking at the three rows of coolers, Case was very happy and threw out a backpack. Molotov didn't even count and accepted it directly. He doesn't make much from this business, it's just errand money.

He even wanted to know how Case dealt with these things.

Because this is money too!

As long as Case can really handle these explosives, he will have one more business in the future.

But the next operation made Molotov know that half of his ideas were shattered, because there was no way to copy Case's method.

To put it bluntly, Kes is using Chitauri technology.

There's no way to copy this thing. Why is it said to be half, because he can buy the finished product from Case and then sell it!

Seeing Keith packing the explosives into small boxes the size of matchboxes, with a circuit board on top, Liz wanted to help, but Keith refused.

The threshold for this thing is still very high. If they shake their hands casually, all three of them will be finished. It was Molotov who was recruited by Keith to work as free labor.

If you are not someone who plays with this thing for a long time, it is better to touch it less.

"alright!

! "

When Liz was about to fall asleep, Keith finally announced that it was done.

Looking at a pile of small boxes, Liz asked curiously: "What are you planning to do?"

There are hundreds of them!

I don’t know how Case did it.

Just looking at it made Liz dizzy.

"Hey, I heard something a few days ago, so I came up with this idea."

"What's the matter?" Liz especially liked Keith's stories, because they were stories she had never heard before. Very interesting.

"There once was a killer organization."

"Killer organization?!

Is there really such a thing? Liz asked excitedly immediately.

She had only seen this thing on TV, but she didn't expect it to be real.

"Of course! There are quite a few more!" Keith gave an affirmative answer: "Molotov knows a lot, right?"

"There are quite a few." Molotov nodded. He actually also worked at the high table. Hmm... If not, Molotov was able to get away with it, but I don't know what this guy was thinking, he just wanted to stay in the sewers. In fact, according to this guy's net worth, he could have walked out of the sewers long ago and lived happily. Only those policemen thought Molotov was a homeless man, but in fact he was much richer than those policemen.

"Then if I want to kill someone, can I just come to you directly?"

Molotov nodded: "As long as you pay, I can find a killer willing to take the order. The credibility is absolutely guaranteed!"

Since the Continental Hotel in New York was destroyed by Kai Gan, there was a huge vacancy in High Table's business in New York. But the market would not wait for the high table to calm down, so this part of the market was quickly occupied, and a little change happened to the high table during this period. They were beaten up by a handsome retired killer named John Wick. , although the two sides finally decided to cease the war, the New York market was still robbed.

The key is that it is not a big force that steals the market, but many killer organizations. The high table is not afraid of going to war with others. After all, there are only a few killers like John Wick. But if it's a group of killers... the High Table needs to think about it.

After all, they couldn't offend a group of people.

Nowadays, the killer market in New York can be said to be a hundred flowers blooming and a hundred schools of thought contending.

In the past, the market price was one hundred thousand dollars per order, and love came. The high-top table is only at this price. If you don't want to, go to the salesperson. Don't feel aggrieved if you are cheated.

What now?

An order of US$20,000, credibility guaranteed.

"Then... how much does it cost to kill Kingpin?" Liz suddenly thought.

Molotov glanced sideways at Liz.

He held out a finger.

"One million?" Liz felt it was a bit expensive.

She had no idea what the Kingpin represented.

"Add three more zeros!"

“100 million????”

Molotov almost choked to death: "Aren't you from Zhongcheng High School? Are you so bad at math? It's one billion!

! "

Now it was Liz's turn to choke.

But this girl's brain circuit is different from that of ordinary people. She thinks that since the Kingpin is so expensive.

"You guys think, should we go to those killer organizations to take orders? We have to deal with him anyway, why not make some money along the way?"

Damn it!

Molotov was shocked.

This girl really dares to think!

The key is...this thing...it makes sense!

"That's right! Why didn't I think of that?" Case slapped his thigh.

She was still thinking before that if she became a superhero, she would no longer be able to take advantage of others. After all, superheroes sell arms and stuff...it always feels a little out of character.

But now...this is definitely a way to make money!

She had never thought that a superhero would take orders from a killer organization...wouldn't he lose his temper?

But currently, none of the three people have paid attention to this issue.

Liz didn't expect that.

Case didn't care.

Molotov...he's a broker! There is a commission for taking orders! What the hell is he against?

"Then quickly ask if there is any order from Jin Bin."

"No need to ask, no." Molotov knew this business well, and he knew all the high-value targets.

"Why? Isn't he a gang boss? Why doesn't anyone want to kill him?"

Case was absolutely impossible.

"Tsk...who knows who Jinpin is? How to kill him? How to confirm if he kills him?" Molotov said angrily.

This is the biggest problem. Most of the people who know Jin Bing are his partners. Even his enemies are big shots. Others have people under their control. Why would Mao pay to find a killer? If only the Kingpin could be taken care of by a killer, they would take care of it themselves.

People who don’t know Jin Bin... don’t even know him anymore. Do you know where the door of Jin Bin’s house opens?

I don’t know, just kill me!

"However, I do know the list of tombstones, and the price is not cheap."

"How many?"

"One million!" Molotov quoted.

"Huh? So cheap?"

Case was dissatisfied. That guy couldn't even blow up her fish bones, so he was only worth this?

Molotov shrugged. The assassin business is too complicated now. Now the client's bids are all cut directly from the ankle.

"How about... we take more orders about him? There can't be just one person who wants to kill him, right?"

"No, there are rules in the killer business. If you accept orders from multiple companies, you will be hunted down by everyone." This is naturally impossible.

"Okay...one million is one million!" Liz said with a little regret.

Molotov looked at the two girls expressionlessly... Do you know how much one million is?

Actually look down upon one million...

"Then leave it to me." Molotov said expressionlessly: "But according to the rules, I have to take 20%."

"What? So dark??!

"

Case was immediately unhappy.

"Please, I'm an agent. If Tombstone knew that I was taking orders, they wouldn't bother the killer, they would only find the agent! I have to bear the risk!"

An agent is not just as simple as helping the killer take orders and providing intelligence. He also needs to take many risks. It is the broker who separates the killer from the client and the target. Usually when something goes wrong, the agent is definitely the first to suffer.

That's why the broker's commission is so high.

What they have to do and the risks they need to take are no less than the killer himself.

Liz calculated, 20%, although it was a bit too much, but... they didn't specialize in this. It would be nice to make money.

Besides, they don’t have to pay taxes!

Calculated according to federal tax laws, one million to eight hundred thousand is definitely a profit!

"By the way, you haven't said what you're going to do yet!"

Liz finally got down to business.

"Hey, I heard Molotov say that there was once a rookie killer who used rats to kill an entire killer organization."

"mouse?"

"Yes! We tie the bomb to the mouse, drive the mouse to the tombstone's lair, and then...boom!"

"But we still have to find the tombstone to ask about Kingpin!"

"It doesn't matter. That guy won't be blown to death that easily. At most, he'll be blown up half to death."