Chapter 23 The wish will be realized in the most distorted form...
The organization is really rich.
Even though Morofushi Kagemitsu dared to ask for 1 billion yen that day, the finance department on the other end signed the agency authorization letter without batting an eye.
The question is about holding BOSS privileges.
Indeed, this matter eventually reached the organization's top leadership. He not only paid close attention to each codenamed member, but his capitalist genes also made him even more concerned with the flow of money.
The fact that the BOSS agreed to a high-stakes bet by one of his prospective codename members shows that the recent clashes with the FBI have greatly threatened the organization's assets; otherwise, he wouldn't be in such a hurry to cash out.
The figure of 1 billion was an estimate he made based on the situation in Hokkaido, a sum acceptable to the organization, and also a pretext for testing the organization's current status. Since they could actually come up with this money, it seems the people on the American side are much bolder than the Japanese; the accounts he saw when he first arrived were probably just to appease regulatory agencies and reporters.
That won't do.
Morofushi Kagemitsu tapped his fingers lightly on the table, pondered for a moment, and then typed in the chat box:
It's in US dollars.
Then I quietly leaned back on the sofa and waited for the person opposite me to explode with anger.
As expected, upon seeing this overly assertive unit, the other party did not readily grant authorization as before, but instead sent him a video call request after a considerable period of time.
The other person looked at him like an ancient minister in charge of finances looking at a general who kept demanding money and grain and waging wars. The intense resentment and doubt on their face could almost strangle him through the screen.
He quietly placed the anti-fraud device near the camera, hoping it could ward off evil spirits from a distance.
Ah, no.
"Asakawa-kun, am I seeing things? This application wasn't written by AI, was it?" the other party questioned. Even though his superior had told him to cooperate with the operation, such a large sum of money couldn't be come up with all at once.
Morobuchi Kagemitsu smiled and shook his head, saying, "I personally confirmed the amount; there's no mistake."
To be honest, the application was indeed written for him by the anti-fraud expert, but the suggestion of using US dollars at the end was definitely his own. He believed that the finance person on the other end wanted to ask about this suddenly appearing unit.
Humans are more absurd and daring than AI; we'll all have to get used to it sooner or later.
"So, how do you plan to use this money?" The other party asked the question that every investor was eager to know the answer to.
Morofushi Kagemitsu naturally wouldn't tell him the truth, and directly brought up the person he couldn't afford to offend: "The organization's money doesn't mean it's your money. I have no obligation to reveal these things to you before the BOSS calls a halt. I'm waiting for the money to arrive."
The other party had a stern face, and his words sounded like he was gritting his teeth: "Since you're so confident, then it's perfectly fine for me to hand over assets of equal value to you. Otherwise, the drawn-out procedures will waste a lot of your time."
“Okay.” He agreed, since neither cash nor cash would hinder his plans.
The person on the other end snorted coldly and hung up the video call.
She has quite a temper.
Morofushi Kagemitsu sighed softly and, through the encrypted channels of the Public Security Bureau, forwarded the list of people Vermouth had sent him from his email to his contact. Although some of these individuals might be using false identities, understanding their movements or tracing the source of the identity transactions would be valuable intelligence.
The list was sent, and a reply was received quickly. Mr. Jin Quan, who replied, gave him coordinates and a password.
He didn't rush to the coordinates. Instead, he drove around the city a few times, even buying some trivial information from local informants. Only after doing all this did he drive towards the mysterious coordinates.
It was a private farm belonging to a Jewish merchant. Large swathes of corn occupied a significant portion of the land, and from a distance, one could vaguely see the machinery gradually disappearing into the cornfield.
"Mr. Asakawa, you've arrived."
Just then, a familiar voice called out to him. He turned around and saw it was Xiao Su, the rookie undercover agent he had left in the warehouse.
He nodded and gave the man a brief greeting.
Morofushi Kagemitsu was not surprised by Oguri's appearance. It was because Mr. Kinsen had promptly passed on information about Oguri to him during the time the organization was trying every means to transport people back to Japan that he accepted the task of "opening up a channel for returning home".
As for the 1 billion yen, it was a small scheme he devised to make amends. After all, Gin loves to hold people accountable. With a traitor in the logistics team and him having access to information he shouldn't have known, the only way to save his life was to constantly prove his worth to the organization. The fact that he's still standing here unharmed means that at least until he returns to Japan, Gin won't be after him anymore.
"Buzz—"
He ignored the anti-fraud post for the moment and followed Xiao Su toward the largest warehouse in the southeast. As they crossed the cornfield, he noticed that the ground beneath his feet was somewhat soft, and there was a lot of red liquid on the broad corn leaves.
They walked for quite a while before finally arriving at their destination.
"Mr. Asakawa, please enter your password."
The two stood before the warehouse door, which was very sturdy and secured not only with a physical padlock but also with a combination lock. Even if someone impersonated Morofushi Kagemitsu, they wouldn't be able to open the warehouse without the combination.
He entered the string of numbers, and the door opened smoothly. Sunlight streamed in, allowing him to see the contents of the warehouse.
It was a private jet, big enough to fit them all in.
Seven days later, they will take this private plane from a nearby airport back home.
"The boss said to consider it as returning the favor to you." Xiao Su scratched his head and took out a USB flash drive from his pocket. "There are some forms inside. Just remember to fill them out when you enter the country."
Such a big thing was simply repaid as a favor.
Clearly, the plane's owner wasn't afraid of the FBI, nor did he care about Congress's attitude or reputation; he didn't care about public opinion as long as his interests weren't affected. This group of accustomed to domineering violent organizations was thus trampled on by a privileged group that was even more powerful and domineering than themselves, and then they retreated. Obviously, this is the most localized and universally applicable answer to the question.
Anyway, the boss certainly won't mind taking a ride on this, and will be quite pleased that his subordinate has been able to establish a public relationship with this kind of person. Of course, this "relationship" won't have any further developments, and there's no need to report this little thing.
If the organization gives him inflated funding, he'll repay it with inflated connections.
That's fair.
The matter of returning to China was resolved with the help of Xiao Su, who had an unusual background. Next came the matter of squandering—no, consolidating—the organization's funds and deceiving its members.
After all, there are people like Gin and Vermouth in this group who are not easy to fool. We need to stir up some trouble to divert their attention and at the same time cover up the fact that he has no dealings with the Japanese side at all.
He turned on his phone, ready to see if the news he had ignored three hours earlier could give him any inspiration.
If I'm not mistaken, this post should be related to Xiaosu Jun. In the United States, he's the only one among the people he casually uploaded that hasn't "appeared on TV."
However, besides Xiao Su Jun, another item that "appeared on TV" this time was a banner with a cheap, five-cent special effect, which was particularly eye-catching:
[Double Eleven Anti-Fraud System Special Offer! Criminals get one free! Don't miss out...]
In short, it used every advertising slogan that people could see in the vegetable market.
...Never mind, let's keep watching.
Beware of these scams targeting international students!
Morofushi Kagemitsu skimmed through the content, which mainly listed several common techniques, each with examples and accompanying pictures. He spotted Oguri-kun's back in a bunch of staged indoor photos.
Oh, looks like you've been fooled before.
He scrolled down to see photos of several criminal suspects, one of whom looked somewhat familiar.
It wasn't because he was the only person with East Asian features, but rather because the mole on the right side of the man's nose was so prominent that it left an impression on him.
He took a screenshot of the person's image and sent it to the anti-fraud team to see if it was a wanted criminal from somewhere.
Within seconds, the anti-fraud team presented the results, with a small "[Gift]" label in the upper right corner of the photo.
Oh, so this is "buy one get one free"...
He examined this "free gift." Because the fraudster had been at large for a long time and the amount of money involved in the crime was huge, various departments and units in the United States had already increased the reward significantly, to the point that even passing ants would stop to take a look.
Ah, the book-balancing tool has appeared.
He doesn't care about the official agencies' unique methods of defaulting on debts and their complicated procedures for blocking people. As long as he hands this person over to the organization, it will be another achievement.
While formulating the plan, he received copies of available assets from the US finance team. Having initially given up on these assets, Morofushi Kagemitsu had a sudden inspiration, revised the plan again, and pulled in several members, including Moroboshi Dai, to act together, shamelessly stealing this achievement that originally belonged to the FBI.
Another thing is, how could the capture of such a major wanted criminal go unreported by the media?
Leveraging the organization's and Vermouth's connections, he launched a large-scale marketing campaign, and certain assets held by the organization, which he deliberately placed as "details," also gained significant exposure. By simultaneously spending money and hyping the issue, the value of these assets increased.
This massive commotion naturally caught the BOSS's attention. Seeing that Fu Jingguang truly had the ability to make money and that the members now had a way to return home, he no longer cared whether Fu Jingguang had actually earned back five or ten times that 1 billion US dollars. As for the funds already transferred to his account and the cash stored in a warehouse in Japan, they were even less likely to be noticed.
On the day they boarded the private jet, Gin returned the spare plane to Morofushi Hiromitsu, leaving behind the words "I'll tell you the code name when we get back to Japan" before finding a corner to sit down. Vodka and the other members followed suit and took their seats one after another.
Only Dai Moroboshi remained silent as he watched the FBI agents at the airport treat them like they were invisible.
A note from the author:
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Okay, now the organization's cash flow in America and Japan has been drained.
Melo: Where did the money go?
Jingguang (report submitted): How would I know?
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