Chapter 632

The rapid expansion of the Umbrella Corporation in the Jiujinshanwan Area still attracted the attention of the FBI.

San Francisco Police Department.

Seventh floor, Chief's office.

53-year-old Chief Williams had just started work and ground a cup of coffee.

He took a sip; rich, fragrant, and mellow~

"Nice~~~"

The Chief exclaimed in admiration.

At this moment, the walnut door was knocked upon.

"Come in."

The secretary brought in a curly-haired man wearing a brownish-gray suit and sunglasses, sporting a professional, professional-looking smile.

"Sir, the FBI says they want to see you."

"FBI?"

The Chief glanced at the curly-haired man.

(Image: from "American Hustle")

"Hello, Mr. Chief, my name is Richie, a senior FBI agent..." Richie took off his sunglasses and reached out; that professional smile looked like a hypocritical fox.

"Hello."

"I wonder what Mr. Richie is here for?"

As everyone knows, the FBI has never been well-regarded by the police; after all, there is a conflict of power, and they also love to "meddle in other people's business."

Moreover, this person in front of him looked like he was here to stir up trouble.

"Would you like some coffee?"

"Get me a cup, thanks~~~"

The secretary went to grind the coffee.

The Chief asked: "I wonder if Mr. Richie is here because of a case?"

Richie smiled: "There is indeed a case... regarding the Umbrella Corporation."

He watched the Chief's reaction.

The Chief raised an eyebrow: "Umbrella Corporation? What case are they involved in? Drugs? Homicide?"

Richie shook his head: "No, as of now, we haven't received any news in that regard."

The Chief: "Then what is it, Mr. Richie?"

Richie scanned the layout of the Chief's office: "Doesn't the Chief feel vigilant? This Umbrella Corporation is expanding too fast. It was only established in March or April of last year, and in just a year and a half, it has already expanded to the Jiujinshanwan Area, and even acquired a television station. The employees under them..."

"A total of 18,000 employees."

"Among them, Chinese account for as much as 70%..."

The Chief spread his hands: "What's the problem with that? It's a Chinese company, so it's no problem to have many Chinese. Fast expansion just means business is good."

The Chief was very familiar with Following Xiao Fu; after all, he had received quite a bit of money—openly as donations to the police station, and secretly through lottery tickets.

Richie: "There's another point. I've checked their source of funds; it comes from Hong Kong... Just imagine, the East, Chinese... Could this be a means for the East to invade the United States?"

The Chief: "??"

The East?

Invading the United States?

Such a niche term.

The Chief said seriously: "Agent Richie, please don't make such jokes. What does the East have? Poverty, backwardness. And us? We defeated the Soviet Union; we, the United States, are number one in the world. You're afraid of this?"

The Chief had the typical American mindset: I am the supreme ruler of the world!

The East?

At this time, the East didn't even rank in the top 3 of America's enemies list.

The Chief was very dismissive, even contemptuous.

Richie shook his head: "I think you are underestimating the Umbrella Corporation... Just a few days ago, the 'San Francisco Chronicle' was collectively complained about by the Chinese for reporting negative news about them, and now they don't even dare to report it."

"This shows it has already gained momentum and will influence more and more people in the future."

"It's like a Chinese triad."

The Chief: "??"

A triad?

Is there a triad that does good deeds so often?

The Chief was speechless and waved his hand: "Forget it, I don't want to talk to you so much. Just tell me what you want to do?"

Richie: "I want all the police department's files on Umbrella."

In his mind, this Umbrella Corporation often does good deeds, so they must be short of funds; he seriously suspects they are trafficking drugs, otherwise, they couldn't possibly support such a large operation.

As long as he investigates carefully, he will definitely find something.

And the police department's files are the first source of intelligence.

The Chief waved his hand: "No problem, I'll have the secretary cooperate with you."

Richie left and closed the door.

The Chief heard the footsteps fade away, stood up, walked to the seat Richie had just sat in, checked it, and found no bugs, only then was he satisfied.

These FBI agents are all unscrupulous; one must be on guard.

He picked up a mobile phone and dialed Following Xiao Fu's number.

"Mr. Li~~"

"Mr. Chief~~"

"I'm telling you some news: an FBI person just came here, preparing to investigate you. You should be careful."

Following Xiao Fu was stunned for a moment on the other end and thanked him: "Although we don't do anything illegal or criminal, thank you for letting me know, Chief. Let's have a meal together when you're free..."

"Haha~~ Good."

Every time they met, there were benefits; the Chief was very happy.

"Could you please ask the Chief to help me find out what this person's background is?"

"No problem, leave it to me."

Richie was a very ambitious agent, focused on climbing the ladder. He wasn't old, only 35, but he had already been promoted to the senior agent level of SA-9.

What was his secret weapon for rapid promotion?

Entrapment!

He often prepared bait, such as money or drugs, and then arrested people, forcing confessions through torture.

His promotion was like a rocket.

This time, he had his eyes on the Umbrella Corporation.

What did he see?

Politics!

The Umbrella Corporation united a large number of Chinese people; the leadership above would definitely love such a "criminal organization."

And before fishing, intelligence was naturally needed.

"Agent Richie, from now on, this will be your temporary office."

The secretary brought Richie and three subordinates to a 20-square-meter conference room.

Richie looked around, satisfied.

"Good."

"Please help me move all the case files regarding the Umbrella Corporation here."

Secretary: "Agent Richie, are you talking about criminal files?"

Richie: "Yes."

Secretary: "Sorry, there are none."

Richie: "??? What do you mean there are none?"

Secretary said: "It means there are no criminal files for the Umbrella Corporation; they have always been very law-abiding."

Richie and his three subordinates: "............"

They looked at each other.

Richie said seriously: "It seems this triad is extraordinary; we need to be even more serious."

The three subordinates nodded: "Yes!"

Richie said to the secretary: "If there are no criminal files, there must be other files, right? Move them all over."

Secretary: "Okay, I'll arrange it right away."

Then...

Police officers brought pile after pile of files to the conference room; 20 minutes later, the table was full.

"Why so many?"

Secretary: "Is it a lot? There's 10 times this amount in the archives that haven't been moved yet."

Richie and the three: "............"

Secretary: "Do you want them all moved out?"

Richie: "Forget it, let's finish reading these first."

The secretary's mouth curled up.

Her mother once fell on the road and couldn't get up because of her age; in the end, it was the Umbrella Corporation that took her to the hospital.

So the secretary had a good impression of the Umbrella Corporation.

She liked seeing Richie and his gang get frustrated.

On Richie's side, they began to read the files:

——April 9, 1992: The Umbrella Corporation clashed with three black robbers because they were protecting an elderly person living alone who was being robbed in an alley...

——April 9: After learning that a group of drug dealers intended to trade drugs around the school, the Umbrella Corporation actively cooperated with police operations to assist in surrounding the drug dealers...

——April 9: Umbrella Corporation employees discovered a member of a theft gang prying open a shop's door lock; they clashed with the theft gang when they stepped forward to stop them...

——April 9: The Umbrella Corporation's transport fleet encountered a group of people attempting to hijack another truck carrying valuable goods while on a delivery route...

——April 9: Near the venue where the Umbrella Corporation was holding an event, they discovered several thieves stealing from passersby...

——April 9: While performing community service, the Umbrella Corporation discovered a suspicious person selling unidentified items to minors, suspected to be drugs...

Richie: "............"

Three subordinates: "............"

Just the files for one day were a huge pile.

And they were all good deeds!

Richie became serious.

This company definitely has a problem!

At night,

San Francisco's famous gourmet check-in spot—Fisherman's Wharf.

Richie led his three subordinates along the bustling street, where the signs of restaurants flickered.

Richie finally chose a seafood restaurant.

In the water tank at the entrance, fresh Dungeness crabs were waving their claws, clams were resting comfortably on the sand bed, and inside the shop, it was bustling with noise and excitement.

"With so many people, it shouldn't be bad."

The four of them walked in and chose a table by the window to sit down.

Ordering.

About half an hour later, dish after dish was served to the table.

Crab sourdough bread, clam chowder, fish and chips, fried shrimp platter, ribeye steak...

"Everyone worked hard today~~~"

"After we finish collecting intelligence in these few days, we'll take action..."

Richie picked up his wine glass,

"For our cause!"

"Cheers!"

The three subordinates raised their glasses: "Cheers!"

Being able to become Richie's subordinates, they were naturally the kind of people with very flexible bottom lines, having operated entrapment many times.

No psychological burden at all.

More than an hour later, the four finished eating.

"Let's go, take a lap, scout out this San Francisco, and see what we can gain..."

The four got into the car and began to drive around San Francisco under the night sky.

"Let's go to Tang Renjie first..."

Soon, they drove to Tang Renjie.

It was bustling with noise and excitement here; besides many Chinese, there were also many white people and Asians shopping here. The lights along the street were very bright, giving people a full sense of security.

After more than a year of operation by the Umbrella Corporation, the crime rate here was shockingly low.

Good public security also attracted a large number of tourists to come here for shopping or to book hotels, greatly stimulating the local economy and attracting numerous merchants to move in, forming a virtuous cycle.

And this virtuous cycle gradually radiated to the surrounding streets, attracting a large number of Umbrella Corporation employees and their families to move over.

In the United States, safety is hard to come by.

Richie and his three subordinates looked at this scene, naturally very confused.

"Why so many people?"

Soon,

they arrived in the Japanese district; as the name suggests, most of the people living here were Japanese immigrants and tourists.

In this district, looking around, the brightness of the streetlights was clearly a notch lower. Needless to say, the pedestrians on the street were estimated to be only one-fifth of those in Tang Renjie.

Subsequently,

they arrived in the African-American district.

The streetlights were almost zero.

Only the lights of some shops remained on, illuminating the road.

Pitch black~~

"These niggers!"

They didn't like the Chinese, and they didn't like the little blacks either.

Suddenly,

footsteps came from an alley not far away.

"Tap tap tap~~~~"

A person wearing a mask, hat, and glasses rushed out from the street corner with hurried footsteps.

Several black people were in hot pursuit behind him,

"Fuckt……%……"

"Beat him to death!"

"Stop him!"

They cursed in exasperation, clearly having suffered a big loss.

One by one, they held sticks, their faces full of fierce expressions; some even kept shooting with guns, but they didn't hit anything; after all, their marksmanship was very much a matter of luck.

And the person wearing the mask and hat turned the corner, turned around quickly, and the gun in his hand was raised and fired.

Bang bang bang~~~

Several black people fell one after another, random parts of their bodies hit, highlighting one thing—professionalism!

He didn't stop, walked quickly to a car parked on the side of the road, pulled open the door, got in, started the car, and stepped on the gas to leave quickly.

Richie, who witnessed all this, naturally wouldn't let go of the opportunity for a case.

The other party was one person, and they were three.

A sure win!

"Don't let him run!"

"Chase!"

The subordinate stepped on the gas to catch up; the roar of the car was extremely noisy in the dark night.

They sped along in hot pursuit.

The car in front suddenly braked and stopped.

That person opened the car door, held a gun, moved neatly and quickly, and rushed toward Richie and the others.

Richie and the others also reacted quickly,

Braking!

"He's coming!"

They opened the car doors one after another, got out with guns, and relied on the car doors as cover.

"Be careful, we win if we just stall him!"

Richie and his four weren't people who would risk their lives for a case; 6,000 dollars a month, why risk their lives~~~

As long as they stalled until the police arrived, they would win.

Just as he was thinking this,

the other party fired first,

three gunshots rang out~~~

Pfft pfft pfft~~~~

The three subordinates were shot in the head instantly; blood spurted out, and expressions of disbelief remained on their faces as their bodies fell straight down.

Richie: "????"

Bang~~

Pfft~~~

Shot in the center of the forehead.

Dead.

The great cause was unfinished, and the path was blocked halfway.

Dying with eyes wide open!

Peng Yixing walked over quickly and fired several shots at the four corpses, disguising it so it wasn't a headshot.

Professional!

Then he got into the car quickly and drove away.

One hour later...

The police arrived late, and after checking, they were shocked.

My god!

Isn't this the FBI agent who came to the police station today?

They were all dead, and one of them was a senior agent!

The police hurriedly reported it upward.

The news kept going up and soon reached Chief Williams.

20 minutes later,

the fat Williams rushed to the scene panting, constantly wiping the sweat from his forehead.

He looked at the corpses; that's right, it was definitely that Richie from today, plus his three subordinates.

He was shocked!

My god, did the Umbrella Corporation do this?

Isn't this speed a bit too fast?

While reporting, he found a place with no one around and used a roadside phone to call Following Xiao Fu.

"Did you send someone to kill the FBI people?"

"Ah?" Following Xiao Fu was also confused, "What do you mean? He's dead?"

"You didn't send anyone to kill them?"

"Nonsense, I don't even know who he is. Even if I wanted to find a killer, I wouldn't know who the target was."

Chief Williams: "............"

That makes a lot of sense.

Chief Williams: "The phone number I gave you today, pretend you don't know it... I never told you anything about the FBI."

Following Xiao Fu: "Of course, we are friends."

Chief Williams: "............"

Friends, my ass.

After hanging up the phone, Chief Williams thought carefully about the process of the case.

A killer went to kill an African-American gang leader, but Richie chased after him and was killed by the killer in return.

This...

Is this death too suffocating?

However, he also breathed a sigh of relief; he could push the responsibility onto the gang, saying it was a gang shootout that dragged Richie and the four others into it.

Safe house.

Abu stared: "So... you saw someone chasing you, and you just took them out?"

"Yeah." Peng Yixing was serious: "Don't worry, I was professional this time; I shot them all over to disguise it so it wasn't a headshot."

Abu: "............"

Is that what I'm talking about?

What I want to complain about is, are you the male lead? The FBI wanted to find trouble with us, and you just sent them away in one go?

6!

But... well done!

"Keep a low profile these few days; you've already killed 4 waves of people, and it's only been a few days!"

Abu said sternly: "Remember, we are a legal company, not a triad!"

Peng Yixing nodded repeatedly: "Ah, yes, yes, yes!"

The corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.

Ever since coming to the United States and breathing this free air, he felt that the cells all over his body were happy.

Awesome!!

(End of chapter)