122: Chapter 122 A Frenzied Sweep of Overseas Black Money Accounts, Assets Officially Surpass Trillions
"Hmm—" The shredder made a dull chewing sound.
Those top-secret documents, representing the compromise of superpowers, instantly turned into a pile of worthless paper scraps, fluttering down into the trash can.
Qin Yuan withdrew his hand and brushed some non-existent dust off his suit.
Before returning home, he certainly wouldn't forget the biggest "souvenir" from this overseas trip.
Power is a useful thing, but without real money to back it up, it's just an empty shell.
"Qianqian." Qin Yuan picked up the encrypted communicator on the table, his tone revealing a rare hint of excitement.
"How is the job going?"
From the other end of the communicator, the sound of Gu Qianqian furiously typing on her keyboard came immediately, accompanied by her muffled voice as she chewed on a lollipop.
"Boss, are you questioning the professional competence of this genius hacker?"
"I've already hacked into the deep database of the Union Bank of Switzerland, and by the way, I've plowed through all those offshore accounts in the Cayman Islands and the Virgin Islands!"
Qin Yuan walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the snowflakes falling outside.
"What are the results?"
"Hehe, it was like poking a rat's nest!"
Gu Qianqian's voice suddenly rose by an octave, excited like a little money-grubber who had discovered a gold mine.
"That guy Crooked-Mouth Dragon King, he looks like a brute, but he hides his private money deeper than anyone! Just in anonymous black money accounts, there are over a hundred!"
"And those old guys from the Assassin League, the assassination commissions they've saved up over hundreds of years have all become our spoils of war."
"The fattest one is still the Rothschild Family!"
Gu Qianqian paused, seemingly swallowing her saliva.
"Although that unlucky guy Jack Rothschild went bust, their family's secret offshore hedge funds contain so much money that I can barely count the zeros!"
Qin Yuan listened, the corners of his mouth curling into a satisfied arc.
It was worth all the effort he spent wiping out these overseas local tyrants in one go.
"Can it be laundered?"
This was the most critical part.
Although this black money was massive, if it couldn't see the light of day, it was just a string of useless code.
"Leave it to me, Boss!" Gu Qianqian patted her flat chest in assurance.
"I used three thousand proxy IPs and transferred these funds over a hundred thousand times between hundreds of shell companies."
"Even the Pentagon's supercomputers wouldn't be able to trace the origin of this money."
"Now, this money is absolutely cleaner than plain water!"
"Very good." Qin Yuan sat back on the leather sofa, crossing his legs.
"Transfer everything into the core account of the 'Shadow Empire' at the Qin Family headquarters."
"Received! Starting the transfer!"
"Beep—beep—beep—" A few minutes later.
On the massive military tablet screen in front of Qin Yuan, a blinding golden light suddenly lit up.
An interface exclusive to the 'Shadow Empire' core account popped up.
The numbers on it began to jump upwards at a crazy speed!
One billion! Ten billion! One hundred billion! One trillion!
That long string of zeros seemed endless, making one dizzy and their heart race.
This was no longer money; this was fucking digital hegemony!
Even the top-tier money printing machines, printing non-stop for a hundred years, couldn't print this much money!
Finally, the jumping numbers slowly stopped.
They settled on a terrifying number that would cause any world-class financial tycoon to suffer a cerebral hemorrhage on the spot.
Just at this moment, deep in Qin Yuan's mind, the system's cold yet pleasant electronic synthesized voice suddenly rang out.
"Ding!"
"Detected a major change in the host's assets!"
"Re-evaluating the host's overall strength..."
"Evaluation complete!"
"Congratulations, Host! Your total disposable assets have officially exceeded the [One Hundred Trillion] CNY mark!"
"Achieved hidden achievement: [Wealth Rivaling a Nation]!"
"Rewarded Advanced Favor Points: 10 million points!"
"System Mall has unlocked 'Planetary Level' technology and weapon exchange permissions!"
One hundred trillion! Hearing this number, even though Qin Yuan had seen many great storms, his breathing couldn't help but pause slightly.
What is the concept of one hundred trillion? This is equivalent to the total annual GDP of several developed countries combined!
As long as he wanted, he could use money to crush the economic system of any country in the world at any time!
He could even buy the entire continent of Africa and play as a local warlord himself!
This was absolute capital power! This was the ultimate dimension-reducing strike of a villain!
"Hoo—" Qin Yuan let out a long sigh, suppressing the excitement in his heart.
He took out a top-tier Cuban cigar from his pocket and put it in his mouth. With a "snap" sound.
A-Fu, who was on the side, very perceptively handed over a solid gold windproof lighter.
Qin Yuan tilted his head slightly and lit the cigar. He took a deep breath.
The rich aroma of tobacco permeated his lungs, carrying a hint of the charming fragrance unique to a victor.
"A-Fu." Qin Yuan exhaled a perfect smoke ring, his gaze looking deeply at the snow-capped mountains outside the window.
"You cannot understand the troubles of the rich."
A-Fu kept his head down, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly, not daring to reply.
"There is too much money, it can't be spent." Qin Yuan sighed, looking like a pitiable figure that begged for a beating.
"It seems that after we go back, I'll have to let Qingxue and Qingcheng think about how to squander it."
"Let's go." Qin Yuan stood up and extinguished the cigar he had only taken one puff of in the ashtray. "Back to the country."
...
Half an hour later. The private military airport in The Alps.
A pitch-black Gulfstream G700 private jet, with sleek lines like a black swan, had already started its engines.
The cabin door opened. Surrounded by a group of bodyguards in black, Qin Yuan stepped onto the boarding stairs with large strides.
Behind him followed the old butler A-Fu, who was trailing close behind.
Inside the cabin, Gu Qianqian was already sprawled out on the wide leather sofa, sleeping soundly, with a trace of glistening saliva hanging from the corner of her mouth.
This little girl had stayed up for three days and three nights without closing her eyes to launder that huge sum of black money.
Qin Yuan walked over, casually pulled a cashmere blanket, and covered her with it.
"Boss..." Gu Qianqian mumbled vaguely. "Buy an island... plant strawberries..."
Qin Yuan chuckled softly and shook his head. He walked to the plane's huge porthole and sat down.
"Boom—rumble—rumble—" The Gulfstream jet's engines emitted a deafening roar as the massive fuselage accelerated down the runway.
Then, it abruptly pulled up its nose, like a sharp sword, piercing straight into the clouds!
The plane flew level above the clouds. Outside the window was the vast and boundless starry sky.
Qin Yuan held a glass of champagne, looking at his own handsome and cold face reflected on the glass.
The overseas dungeon had been perfectly cleared.
The Dragon King Hall was destroyed, the Assassin League surrendered, and the Vampire Prince became his pet.
Coupled with these terrifying assets exceeding one hundred trillion, the Shadow Empire now truly became a behemoth that stood above secular rules.
However, Qin Yuan's heart was not completely relaxed. He knew this was just the beginning.
As his strength continued to expand, the enemies he faced would become increasingly powerful and increasingly outrageous.
That Crooked-Mouth Dragon King whose luck he had drained. That "Child of Destiny" who could still survive under a nuclear explosion.
And the mysterious, higher-dimensional energy fluctuation that the system had previously hinted at...
All of this indicated that in the unseen darkness, an even greater storm was quietly brewing.
"Since this game is getting more and more fun..." Qin Yuan swirled the champagne in his glass, tilted his head back, and drank it all in one gulp.
"Then let's see what level of freak the next one to come and offer their head is."
A few hours later. The plane landed steadily at the international airport in Jiangzhong City.
As soon as Qin Yuan walked down the boarding stairs, what greeted him was not the familiar hustle and bustle of the past, but an extremely strange, gunpowder-filled... scent of cosmetics.