novelODS Chapter 1206 - 392: Come, Make Money with Money
Chapter 1206 - 392: Come, Make Money with Money
The chaos in Night City came and went quickly, cleared overnight by local players, leaving out-of-town players pounding their chests in regret for not returning to their bases in time.But this feeling was fleeting, as the entire map, including the United States and Cuba, was simply too vast for players.
And the chaotic environment gave these lawless cyber-psychos endless things to do.
Someone found signs of AI robot activity in Silicon Valley
Someone was beating up local gang robbers in Chicago
Someone ran into sky pirates while touring on a floating ship
And others, while other players were taking bullets on the front lines, were living a life of luxury almost beyond comprehension
Every day they were chauffeured in luxury cars by bodyguards, swimming in villa pools, mingling with high officials and celebrities, truly living the sweet life.
"Boring, this kind of life is really too boring, no excitement at all."
West Fire Grass, dressed in big shorts, lay on a beach chair, took a delightful sip of wine produced by French Cheval Blanc winery, casually rinsed his mouth, and spat it on the ground beside him.
In the pool in front of him, voluptuous women in bikinis played in the water, each exuding charm, occasionally tossing flirtatious glances at him
West Fire Grass found everything before him extremely dull.
He really wanted to say
I don’t have that function, no matter how feverish you get, it’s no use, without secreting testosterone, there’s almost no love spark.
Someone once tried to get West Fire Grass drunk in a bar, then forced a woman on him, intending to control West Fire Grass.
As a result, West Fire Grass passed out and logged off on the spot, couldn’t be awakened no matter how they tried, the hospital was helpless, scaring them out of their wits, nearly causing a kneeling cry for forgiveness; luckily, West Fire Grass woke up a few hours later, or else that person would have been beaten to death by McCarthy’s people.
After all, he was the golden goose of their department!
If something happened to him, the money would be gone, and their good days would be over!
Now everyone knew West Fire Grass had an ’impotence issue’, untouchable by women, a complete loss of face.
But in this way, it explained his previous refusal to approach Jasieya, completely clearing any suspicions against him.
Beaver
Drowned in the Ganges.
Meanwhile, West Fire Grass, with a look of despairing life, watched the merry-making women in front of him, his mind solely on when he could watch the V he followed live stream
He suddenly caught sight with the corner of his eye of an agent by the pool eating a pancake, instantly furious, he sprang up from the beach chair, and walked over quickly, yelling
"What are you doing!?"
His voice startled the agent, the pancake that was about to reach his mouth suddenly frozen in midair, unsure whether to lower it.
This was a mainstay food for Cubans many years ago, a cassava pancake called Casabe, now it was a luxury item in Cuba.
But West Fire Grass was displeased, he snatched the pancake from the agent’s hand, throwing it to the women frolicking in the pool
"What’s with the bad habits? Who told you to eat staple food? Eating lobster can fill you up just as well!"
With that, he grabbed a palm-sized freshwater lobster from the nearby cooler and stuffed it into the agent’s hand.
"Make sure to change this bad habit of eating staple foods in the future, alright."
"Huh?"
Unexpectedly finding himself with an expensive lobster in hand instead of a scolding, the agent was moved to tears, full of gratitude
"Boss, from now on you’re my everything, if you tell me to go east, I won’t go west!"
At this scene, everyone else was left dumbfounded.
No wonder, mainly because West Fire Grass had too much money lately, and drug lords only dealt in cash, but in Havana, Cuba, he couldn’t use these mission funds for trading with other players, buying exoskeletons or weapons would raise suspicion, so they could only be spent on bribery and living expenses.
West Fire Grass glared at the feverish beauties, driving away these women harboring malicious intent wanting to hurt him
Indeed, only the untouchable V suited him, these women in reality were just too annoying.
"That’s fine, first tell me how much we netted this week."
"A lot, too much!"
The agent, flushed with excitement, talked about money more passionately than the beauties beside him
"2 tons of imitation Kali Forte, 1.7 tons of Ergotamine... we made 730,000 in profits from the goods sold this week, converted to selling organic food, we made a total of 1.13 million!"
When the market, the black market was selling pills at 50 mg each, they were selling by the ton.
And these weren’t the commercial drugs diluted with corn starch and saline water on the market, but highly pure pharmaceutical raw materials.
McCarthy was a man of skill, he used large amounts of cash to open up the network from top to bottom, including front-line officers and rear raw pharmaceutical factories.
Ensuring officers watched the soldiers, reclaiming those empty medicine bottles at 1 Orokin each.
Those officers would recycle the medicine bottles issued to soldiers endlessly
Recycled bottles were sent to the drug factory, refilled with similarly processed generic tablets, replacing the original military supply with genuine drugs.
The supposedly genuine drugs swapped out were then sold through West Fire Grass’s route to Dog Town, but in reality, those smuggling drug boxes contained a large amount of unprocessed concentrated pharmaceutical raw materials.
And there was only one buyer, Horizon Corporation disguised as a black market dealer.
These drugs purchased from Cuba were 70% cheaper than those on the market, significantly alleviating the drug demand pressure for ERO.