Chapter 1089 Uncle Qian's New Case

One billion eighty-six million U.S. dollars, Jack really didn't expect that Justin would take the initiative to steal all the money.

Perhaps this has something to do with the fact that she has never had any concept of money. For more than 30 years in the first half of her life, Justine locked herself in a small room and used a computer and an Internet cable to communicate with the outside world.

Chris made a lot of money when he was doing "accounting" for others, and all the extra money added up was close to a "small goal", of course, the unit was US dollars.

Except for gold bars and paintings, most of the funds were managed by Justin after being laundered.

But to her, the money is just numbers, and the process of fund management is more like a numbers game, buying bonds according to yields, analyzing profits and losses, investing in stocks, and so on.

After waiting for Jack's treatment, Justine gradually got rid of the negative effects of Asperger's syndrome, but her talent in numbers remained.

From the planning and construction of "Shangri-La" to the present, Justine is still responsible for managing all accounts, but whether there is money in the fund pool has never been her concern.

"Isn't this what we have been doing? Killing the bad guys and taking their money." Justin blinked innocently, not understanding what these "brothers and sisters" of his family were so nervous about.

"But we only took money that was safe before." Jack tried to explain to her the risks involved in such a large sum of money.

Chris on the side also had a worried look on his face, but Braxton, the bold and heartless guy, was grinning foolishly.

He has never been able to help with the operations of the company. In his spare time when managing the farm, he would drive for Chris and protect his brother. Jack had previously wanted him to help manage the security company but was rejected. He only wanted to have a happy wife and children.

Unlike Justin, he has a concept of money but no concept of numbers. To him, embezzling tens of millions or embezzling billions are both embezzled, with little difference.

"But you also said before that the FBI is not very interested in the money, and the South Korean side is not aware of it. The North is concerned about covering up the scandal."

Justin counted on his fingers and analyzed them one by one. "I cleaned up Michael Joe's online traces and burned his personal computer's hard drive by overload. After you destroyed the electronic key, this secret account is theoretically 'dead'."

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Excluding Braxton who had no idea about the matter, Jack, Chris and Justin discussed it all night and analyzed it from various aspects.

The final conclusion is that this secret account seems to be quite safe.

The FBI's investigation into Jon Michaels, the former head of the international department who is now in prison, and the overseas accounts under Zhang Mingjun's name has basically ended.

Moreover, these overseas accounts have nothing to do with the current secret account holding US$1.86 billion, and there is no record of any direct or indirect financial transactions.

Because the latter was a secret account opened by Michael Joe in the name of an investment fund registered in the British Jersey Islands.

When the youngest son of this chaebol family died a violent death and rumors spread that he had unclear dealings with the North, his chaebol father suffered a stroke and became paralyzed on the spot.

Today, Michael Joe's brothers and sisters are busy distancing themselves from their younger brother while fighting fiercely for the chaebol's inheritance.

As for the country to the north of the peninsula, perhaps someone may be thinking about this money, but there is no way to find it.

Because all the people who might have had access to the secret account, including important officials and their confidants, were killed, and the electronic key was even shot and blew up by Jack in front of Lin Zheling.

The final discussion focused on how to safely handle the funds. The three of them discussed until dawn and the final result was to transfer the money to a small island called "Macau" and travel around the University of Tokyo.

It can be predicted that in the next five to ten years, the trade volume between the United States and the United States will increase by about 0.5 thousandths of the original amount.

After agreeing that the matter was limited to the four of them and repeatedly telling Justin and Chris not to touch the securities market of Dongda, Jack finally breathed a sigh of relief and returned to New York as if nothing had happened.

Someone has lived two lives and never thought that there would be a day when he would be troubled by the problem of having too much money.

While Jack was busy in South Korea, the Most Wanted Criminals Team was also not idle. Including Hannah, who had previously used the excuse of recuperating from an injury and hiding in the apartment playing games, all members went to Canada.

There is news about the mysterious killer organization that assisted Zhang Mingjun's subordinates in carrying out the prisoner rescue operation. The undercover agent discovered a castle manor in Canada, which is believed to be the organization's base.

Jubal directly contacted the FBI's own special forces SRT (Hostage Rescue Team), and was preparing to completely eradicate the killer organization called "Damocles".

Surprisingly, they arrived a step too late. A muscular man cleaned out the manor alone, killing everyone inside and out, leaving only an 80-year-old lady at the front desk behind.

"This killer organization has a retirement policy. All killers can apply for retirement at the age of 50. Before that, part of their commission will be used to purchase the company's retirement fund.

When the killer reaches the age of 50, he can withdraw half of the retirement fund in one lump sum and continue to receive dividends with an annualized rate of return of 6% until his death. After his death, the entire principal will be returned.

Jubal told Jack what he had learned while enjoying a delicious bowl of oxtail braised in red wine.

Jack added a spoonful of shepherd's purse and mushrooms and commented, "Are all assassin organizations so strict nowadays? They even have a retirement benefits system?"

"Strictly speaking, this is actually a company, and its nominal business is the import and export of industrial products." Jubal made a slight correction.

“Because the FBI and IRS had previously frozen a number of related accounts on suspicion of terrorism, this assassin company not only lost $5000 million in reward, but also lost an additional $2000 million.

This has brought the company to the brink of bankruptcy, and the boss has no choice but to use the killers' pensions?" Jack felt like he was listening to some Arabian Nights fantasy.

"It's a killer who is about to retire." Jubal's expression was also strange. "There is a note in their retirement terms that if the killer dies on a mission or in an accident before the age of 50, the company will become the beneficiary of the retirement fund."

He stretched out his palm and gestured the number five, "The boss plans to kill five assassins who will retire in one or two years and obtain their total retirement funds of 2900 million US dollars to make up for the losses.

But the plan was thwarted by the last killer named 'Black Caesar.'

"Black Caesar?" Jack said he had never heard of it, but the nickname sounded powerful.

"That's the guy." Jubal put a photo in front of Jack, and when he saw that Jack was startled, he couldn't help but wonder, "Do you know him?"

"I don't know him. At first glance, I thought he was a famous French chef I know." Jack quickly shook his head to deny it. This old man looks like Hannibal. Whoever knows him will be unlucky.

"We found a lot of canned food that Canadians love to eat in his safe house in Quebec. Cooking is probably not his forte."

Jubal shrugged nonchalantly, "But this guy is really amazing. He killed a team of six elite assassins by himself, only injuring one eye, and then rushed into the castle to kill people and chopped off the head of the company's boss."

"Are you still planning to track him down?" Jack wasn't sure about the details, but considering that this face didn't seem to have played a good guy in his previous life, he felt it would be best to stop him.

"The information has been handed over to the Canadian police. The Damocles company is finished. The rest is not under the jurisdiction of the FBI."

Jubal sucked the oxtail bone with relish, taking a sip of the sweet-scented osmanthus fermented glutinous rice wine from time to time. He was a bit like the retired old man Jack had seen in his previous life, the kind who could while away the whole night with a plate of peanuts and two taels of wine.

Of course, he had given up drinking completely a long time ago, and the only alcoholic beverage he would accept now was this sweet wine extract that Jack made himself.

The key point is that this guy is only in his early 40s and it is still early for him to retire. Jack, who couldn't bear to see the "old man" being lonely and helpless in the future, changed the subject casually, "Isn't it time for you to find a girlfriend? Why do you stay for dinner every day after get off work recently?"

Jubal almost choked to death on a mouthful of fermented glutinous rice, and immediately glared at someone who didn't know what was good for him, "I have my own night life. Didn't I stay with you recently because I felt sorry for you?"

The fact that someone secretly brought a beautiful female flight attendant of unknown origin to Seoul was eventually revealed. Although he had legitimate reasons and did complete the task successfully, Hannah and Jiejie still united for once and gave him a cold shoulder.

In the past, there were always three, four, five or six days a week when Jack would take the initiative to invite people to dinner after get off work and cook a bunch of delicious food.

Among the people who always stay are Hannah and Jiejie, followed by Jubal, the only single guy among the group. Although Aubrey likes to eat, he often goes out on dates alone with Alice.

Clay, on the other hand, has to go home to be with his wife and children, and stays the least, but of course this is relative.

On the days when the Most Wanted Squad was not on a mission, Clay's wife Stella would usually take the ferry from Staten Island to Long Island in the afternoon with their two-year-old son, and the three of them would return home together in the evening.

However, the situation has changed during this period. After returning from Canada, Hannah and Jiejie would go out on time every day after get off work. They would either go out together or go to the opera or visit an art exhibition.

Jiejie also has a small office in the Federal Building. She is responsible for the external liaison work of the entire group, so she simply stayed on Manhattan Island for the past two days on the pretext of having something to do.

Anyone can see that something is not right between these three people, but since Jack is the big winner in life who has women all around him, everyone is happy to see him fail occasionally, and regards it as a little spice in life.

Therefore, today only the good old man Jubal was willing to stay with him and chat about his previous experiences in Canada.

Of course, as a bachelor, apart from spending time with his two daughters every weekend, he does have a lot of free time at night.

The next morning, Jiejie, who had not been seen for several days, finally showed up and hurried into the office. But looking at her serious expression, it was clear that she was obviously not there to "reconcile" with Jack.

"An hour ago, a massacre occurred at an Internet company called 'Senalock' in Charlottesville. A total of 8 people died, including the company's president.

Five of them were shot and three were stabbed to death.”

Jiejie's pretty face turned slightly red, of course not because of seeing Jack, but the result of jogging in high heels.

"An hour ago? The murderer has been identified so quickly?" Jubal was a little surprised.

"Not yet, but the case was assigned to us by NCIS. We haven't been told the reason yet." Jiejie looked at Jack while speaking. He should be the only one among the crowd who has some connection with NCIS.

Jack stayed alone in Hawaii before the end of Christmas vacation, and was involved in the smallpox virus case, during which he cooperated with the Special Projects Office of NCIS in Los Angeles.

Of course, we have all heard about someone who had a crazy crush on his girlfriend when he was a student and now has become the chief forensic researcher at NCIS.

The FBI had always been the only one whose cases were snatched away by the military investigation department. This was the first time for the experienced Jubal to be asked for help.

"Perhaps we will know the reason when we get there, so let's set off immediately."

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Charlottesville is a small town with a population of less than 5 people, but it is quite famous in the United States because it produced a celebrity, Thomas Jefferson, who is known as one of the three founding fathers of the United States along with George Washington and Benjamin Franklin.

This is also the home of the University of Virginia. Thomas Jefferson, the founder of this famous university, almost emptied his own property during its founding period and was unable to fully repay his debts until he died of illness at the age of 83.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, everyone arrived in Charlottesville, which was already surrounded by interview vehicles from various TV stations. Sheriff Tip Long of the local state police major crime squad received a group of FBI agents.

"Thank you for arriving so quickly." Seeing the arrival of the wanted criminals team's command vehicle, the sheriff's ugly expression eased a lot.

"It's my duty." After shaking hands with him, Jubal briefly introduced his team members and went straight to the point to ask about the situation.

"It was a FedEx driver who called the police. He passed by the company at 9: this morning and noticed something was wrong."

Sheriff Tip Long gestured for everyone to come in and led the way. Flash lights appeared from time to time outside the cordon. Fortunately, everyone had put on sunglasses before getting off the car.

"You know, the public security situation here has always been regarded as a model. After this case was reported in the news, almost half of the people in the town took leave. It's damnable."

The sheriff grumbled softly as he made his request, "This gang of media is simply crazy. It would be great if you, the FBI, could hold a press conference as soon as possible to calm the people down."

"That's what we should do, but we have to wait until we finish the evaluation first." Jiejie chose a formulaic answer.