He pulled out a 20-dollar tip and gave it to the doorman, who kept glancing at Daria...

Mountain Eagle walked briskly to the sunken living room sofa and sat down, looking at the expansive terrace that offered a 180-degree sea view. He put his feet up on the coffee table and stretched his body vigorously, saying cheerfully, "Let's take a break, Daria, see if you can find a nice restaurant and book us dinner...

I'm in such a great mood, I'll treat you all to a feast!"

Watching Daria happily find a guest room, then taking her belongings inside, Tiffany frowned and approached Mountain Eagle, saying in a low tone, "BOSS, I don't want to dampen your spirits, but I need to remind you, someone is trying to kill us..."

Mountain Eagle leaned back on the sofa, smiling, "I know..."

Tiffany knew Mountain Eagle was not particularly flamboyant by nature, she walked somewhat helplessly to the sofa next to him and sat down...

The soft cushion and supportive backrest made her involuntarily let out a comfortable moan...

Seeing the amusement in Mountain Eagle's eyes, Tiffany hugged her head and said, "I can't tell anymore whether what you are doing is right or wrong, maybe you have your own ideas..."

Mountain Eagle stood up, went to the kitchen, opened the fridge, took out two bottles of ice water, tossed one to Tiffany and then sat back down, chuckling, "Honestly, I didn't expect the safehouse Blood Fox set up for me to be like this.

Nor did I know that buying a few clothes would cost 180,000..."

Speaking of which, Mountain Eagle looked around the modern minimalist style luxury apartment, sighed comfortably, and said, "Although I haven't seen the rooms here yet, I think I'll like it here.

I think this is Blood Fox's way of reminding me, I'm not an Assassin, but a negotiator...

Dragging around those who want me dead is not my job, maybe I should change my approach."

Tiffany was momentarily stunned, and then said, "What approach? I don't understand what you're talking about..."

Mountain Eagle spread his hands and said, "Maybe a way different from being a Mercenary...

A slightly more polite approach that doesn't cause so much trouble for the local officials..."

As Mountain Eagle spoke, Daria, who had already gone to the room to change, entered the living room wearing a red evening dress, gracefully strutting in front of Mountain Eagle with a sultry posture...

Seeing that the boss didn't have much of a reaction, she went over to the floor-length mirror and struck a few poses to examine her reflection, realizing the red didn't quite match the leisurely atmosphere of Santa Monica, so she went back to her room again...

A few minutes later, Daria came out in a Bohemian off-the-shoulder long dress and comfortable woven wedge shoes...

The colorful dress and relaxed casual style unexpectedly matched Mountain Eagle's current look.

Seeing the appreciative look on Mountain Eagle's face, Daria sat down cheerfully on the sofa to the right of her boss...

Facing Tiffany's puzzled expression, Daria laughed and said, "Don't look at me like that, should we go out in tactical vests in Los Angeles?

People would think we're Madmen!"

Tiffany, feeling somewhat irritated by the cryptic conversation, said, "What exactly are you talking about? Can you make it clearer?"

Daria then picked up the TV remote from the coffee table, turned on the living room TV, flipped through a few channels, and found a local Los Angeles TV station...

She turned up the volume on the TV,

wherein the replayed news bulletin, the anchor with a grave expression talked about the turmoil that had occurred in Southern Los Angeles over the past week.

The Haitian Gang, the Salvador Gang, the Mexican Gang, all three major ethnic gangs had been attacked simultaneously...

The gangs suffered heavy casualties; simultaneously, the 'Robin Hood' throwing out US Dollar bills in the streets caused severe internal conflicts with the residents and gangs in the slums.

Additionally, other gangs were coveting these three gangs' territories, making the nights in the southern Los Angeles area lately unsuitable for ordinary people to travel by car.

Anyone, even someone driving into the gang's territory, would be intercepted and driven away, with the unlucky ones even facing attacks.

The news backdrop showed several people who were attacked by gang members while driving home in the evening, four men of various ages, all beaten black and blue, and their cars were also smashed badly.

Tiffany watched as the camera flashed with police lights, and the homeless and residents of the poor areas appearing very aggressive during the interviews; she could imagine what had happened there over the past week.

Watching a clearly delusional homeless man in the camera, holding a 5-dollar bill, shouting loudly at the camera...

"Robin Hood, Robin Hood..."

Tiffany, still ostensibly an HRT member, painfully held her head, saying, "At first I couldn't believe that those guys really scattered the money on the streets?"

Mountain Eagle smiled and nodded, "A full twenty million dollars, Arctic Fox and the Round Table Knight probably only took a little bit for expenses."

Tiffany, confused, replied, "Why?

This will bring disaster to those who found the money; the gangs will definitely try to get the money back, maybe even demand double."

Mountain Eagle smiled and shook his head, saying, "First, their leaders need to keep themselves alive, and then they also need to maintain the stability of their gang.

"

"I think they definitely won't have this chance anymore."

After hearing this, Tiffany shook her head and said, "A loss of 20 million dollars won't break these gangs. Have you ever thought about them launching a desperate counterattack under such circumstances?"

Mountain Eagle, feeling unconcerned, spread his hands and said, "I bet the FBI and Los Angeles Police are now hunting down the mid- and top-level personnel of these three major gangs everywhere. Why shouldn't I give them a shot?

Someone inside the FBI leaking my whereabouts doesn't mean they their stance is compromised.

The fact that people who have been following us haven't busted in and handcuffed me yet, shows our previous agreement still holds."

Tiffany, having grasped something from this, massaged her temples and said, "You want to appear publicly to draw out those gang leaders, then notify the FBI to catch them all at once.

That way, the FBI should be willing to set up control around you, filter out those hunting us, and keep the situation under control, right?"

As she said this, Tiffany watched the seductively moving Daria and said seriously, "I definitely won't dress like her..."

Mountain Eagle, upon hearing this, chuckled and said, "Wishful thinking. You are a bodyguard; a bulletproof suit is your standard gear.

As a big boss, having one mistress by my side is enough; having two would make me look frivolous."

Mountain Eagle then watched Daria seductively lifting her skirt, revealing the gun holster strapped to her thigh, and chuckled, "Women are convenient, just put on a loose skirt and there's a place to hide a gun."

Tiffany, making sure her boss wanted to get the mission back on the initially planned track, breathed a sigh of relief. She watched a TV replay of Arctic Fox and others throwing money away, shaking her head and said, "How much does Arctic Fox make in a year, yet they threw away 20 million...

Aren't these people risking their lives just to make money?

Isn't the overspent pension money needed to be covered?"

Mountain Eagle, observing Tiffany's complex expression, said jokingly, "Beauty, tap your head and see if you're feverish?

Do you know how much 20 million dollars is?"

Tiffany looked around and said, "5 or 8 sets of beachfront apartments like this, a small secluded villa in Beverly Hills that could sustain the food for 2000 people for a year, 200 luxury cars..."

Mountain Eagle, watching Tiffany's off-topic reply, shook his head and said, "No, I'm talking about how much that money is...

How many bills? How heavy? How much trouble will there be after taking it?"

Watching Tiffany look a bit stunned, Mountain Eagle chuckled, "As far as I know, one hundred million dollars in hundred-dollar bills is a bit more than a ton...

Those drug traffickers own a lot of small bills in fives, tens, and twenties.

In terms of both volume and weight, even if Arctic Fox's guys were allowed to carry it, how much could they possibly carry away?

In the past, I always thought that robbing banks was the crime with the lowest return rate when I watched Hollywood movies.

Because the most you find at a bank's counter are small bills, a large bag of which might be just over a hundred thousand dollars at most. Not only would you end up in jail, but you might also get shot while running away."

Tiffany, who had seen a few bank robbers, thought about what Mountain Eagle said, suddenly feeling that those bank robbers she had encountered in the past really weren't smart, with risk and reward totally out of proportion.

There were a few guys who, for a few tens of thousands, raced against the police and ended up getting shot without even making it to court.

Tiffany patted her forehead, shook her head, and chuckled lightly, "There are fools everywhere, maybe the number 20 million made me dizzy.

I was just thinking, whether it's worth it for Arctic Fox to make money through fighting..."

Daria, upon hearing this, snorted and said, "If Arctic Fox doesn't fight, what can they do?

Deal drugs like those traffickers, or sell contraband?

That 20 million scattered on the streets, picked up by hundreds of people, that's real money. The money in those gangsters' warehouses is just waste paper.

They need to spend half or maybe even 70 percent of it to deposit so much cash in banks, praying they don't draw regulatory attention.

Those guys from Arctic Fox can't handle something this complex; they only know how to fight..."

Mountain Eagle, watching Tiffany choke up and get stumped, laughed and said, "That's reality, forget about those 20 million dollars. If Arctic Fox really swallowed that money, the FBI would go crazy looking for me.

Know what that's called?

Legal cost!

The person sitting in front of you is also considered a successful man; I wouldn't let myself fall into such an unfavorable situation."

Watching Tiffany appear a bit melancholic and disoriented, Mountain Eagle chuckled, "You're more familiar with Los Angeles, discuss with Daria where we should go for dinner tonight, then 'invite' someone from the FBI to have a talk with us..."

After saying this, Mountain Eagle took a sip of ice water, stood up, patted his empty waist, and chuckled, "I'll take a look around this apartment to see if Blood Fox has prepared any surprises for me...

I'm not used to not having a gun on me!"

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