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"Moving money is also a physically demanding job."

Chen Ziwen breathed a sigh of relief; this weighed about three tons in total.

Fortunately, the truck that Ah Jie found was quite capable of carrying heavy loads; otherwise, it wouldn't have been able to move at all carrying three tons of money.

After converting the cash, Chen Ziwen directly logged into his bank account using a money converter.

He didn't know where this money converter came from, and he couldn't explain it. Anyway, it was all produced by the system, so it was normal for it to be illogical.

With money transferred online, Chen Ziwen no longer needed to do manual labor... no, I mean, he could transfer money. He took a shower and then prepared to go to sleep.

Before he came, he had already told Li Xinxin that he wouldn't be going back tonight.

Chen Ziwen slept soundly, but Ya Zi was going crazy.

I waited all day, hoping the other party would come to collect the money so I could catch them in the act.

But after waiting all day, there was no result.

"Sir, something's wrong. There's something unusual about the funds in these accounts."

That evening, just as Yazi was getting ready to rest, there was a knock on her door.

"What's going on?" Ya Zi hadn't gone to sleep yet, so she changed her clothes and opened the door.

"Sir, look!" The police officer didn't have time to explain, nor could he explain it clearly, so he could only let Yazi look at the top herself.

Yazi took the computer, completely bewildered, and looked at it.

"How could this happen?" Yako stared blankly at the computer screen.

The screen showed that the account they were constantly monitoring was currently transferring money out at a rate of $100,000 per second.

That's six million US dollars per minute! All the accounts combined have four hundred million US dollars left, and it will all be transferred out in just over an hour.

At that point, the police will be completely stumped, and they'll never be able to find even the slightest clue about this mysterious person again.

"Contact your superiors immediately and freeze these accounts and all the money in them," Ya Zi hurriedly ordered.

An hour, and it's still evening, so they really don't have much time left.

Ya Zi's reaction was remarkably swift, and the police leadership quickly received the news.

This is a huge case involving hundreds of millions of dollars, and no one dares to be negligent.

Immediately contact senior management at the banks where these accounts are located and have them freeze the funds inside.

Finally, half an hour later, Ya Zi received news that the bank had cooperated with their operation and completely frozen the funds inside.

"Phew, thank goodness." Ya Zi breathed a sigh of relief; she had been tense for quite a while.

However, although the funds were frozen, it was obvious that the other party had noticed, making it difficult to find clues in the future.

"What method did they use to launder money at a rate of $100,000 per second?" This was a question that Ya Zi couldn't understand.

She couldn't understand it. What money laundering organization in the world could be so efficient? Even the notorious DOA Group, in the eyes of the police, wouldn't have such an efficient money laundering method.

"Sir, this is bad."

Just as Ya Zi breathed a sigh of relief, she heard her subordinates shouting and yelling.

"What's wrong now? What's all the fuss about?" Yako said, somewhat exasperated.

My subordinates are good in every way, but they can't handle things. They make a fuss over the slightest thing.

"Money, money..." The subordinate pointed at the computer screen as if he had seen a ghost.

"Hey"

Seeing her subordinate's lack of ambition, Ya Zi had no choice but to walk over and say, "If I see you playing me for a fool, I'll transfer you to guard the pond when I get back."

Yako strolled over leisurely: "Come on, let me see what's scaring you..."

Ya Zi really wanted to say, "What's the big deal that scared you so much?" But when she saw the computer screen, she couldn't say anything more.

"How could this be? How could this happen?" Yako stared blankly at the computer, somewhat incredulous. "Quick, check if it's a problem with the computer."

"Sir, I've checked, it's not a computer issue." The subordinate looked dejected.

He checked the computer immediately after the incident.

"Why is that? The money in this account has clearly been blocked and frozen, so why is it still being transferred out? Tell me why!" Ya Zi was almost going crazy.

She had just breathed a sigh of relief when this happened.

'What kind of method is this? How can it bypass the bank's blockade and freeze, and still transfer money out at a rate of 100,000 US dollars per second?' This scene completely shattered Ya Zi's understanding.

"Sir, what should we do now?" The subordinate had no idea and could only wait for Ya Zi to give orders.

"What should we do? I want to know what to do too." Yako slumped to the ground with a bitter expression.

She lost, and lost terribly.

While on the ship, someone touched her from behind, took advantage of her, and then abandoned her at sea.

She also wanted to get revenge on the other party, so she kept an eye on these accounts, waiting for the day she could find out who had touched the money and then find that bastard.

Just as she expected, that bastard really did touch the money in the account, withdrawing large sums of cash in Singapore and other Southeast Asian countries.

She applied to her superiors for assistance from the Singapore police, and everything went smoothly.

Just when she thought she could find the other party and catch that bastard in one fell swoop, she failed.

The other party never came to collect the money, and she waited foolishly all day, only to have this happen again in the evening.

All of this made Ya Zi very suspicious that the other party was playing a trick on her.

Or is it that you have a mole within your ranks?

Suddenly, Ya Zi thought of a question.

All these changes happened after she came to Singapore.

Before she arrived, the other party swaggered into the bank to withdraw money. Afterwards, according to the security camera footage, the person who withdrew the money was named "Hussein, a disciple of the infamous gambling devil in the gambling world."

That Hussein was clearly put forward by the person behind the scenes. She wanted to arrest him and then find the person behind the scenes through him.

However, after she arrived in Singapore, the other party stopped coming to collect the money. Instead, they transferred all the money out in a way that she couldn't understand.

'If there's an undercover agent, he's definitely right next to me.' Yako calmly observed everyone present.

Everyone's expression was very serious, and you couldn't tell from their appearance that there was anything wrong.

'If the undercover agent isn't by my side, then he must be in the upper echelons of the police force.' Yako was convinced that there was definitely an undercover agent present.

Otherwise, the other party wouldn't be able to stay ahead of you at every step.

Just as Ya Zi was pondering this, all the money in those accounts had been transferred out, leaving not a single penny.

"Pack your things and get ready to go back tomorrow," Yako instructed before returning to her room.

From behind, Yako's figure appeared somewhat desolate.

There's nothing we can do about it; it's already quite an achievement that she wasn't broken by two consecutive blows.

"Sigh, let's go back and pack up."

The police officers also looked disappointed.

They were like puppets, with no real confrontation whatsoever.

This matter quickly alarmed the police force and senior bank officials.

How can money be transferred out even when it's frozen?

It's no exaggeration to say that the other side is fully capable of breaching the bank's defense system, and if they were to act recklessly, it could cause financial turmoil.

Police chiefs and bank executives held an emergency meeting overnight to confront this unknown and terrifying enemy.

Chen Ziwen never expected that simply using a money converter to change funds would have such a huge impact.

I slept soundly, and the next morning I prepared to return to Hong Kong Island.

"boss."

"Let's go, let's head to the airport." Chen Ziwen sat in the back seat with a smile on his face.

A total of HK$57 billion was transferred to his account. Adding the remaining HK$500 million, the total came to HK$6.2 billion.

Putting everything else aside, at least the money is enough to open a whole street of bars.

Once he gets back, he'll speed things up and build the bar street as quickly as possible; he understands the principle of making money from money.

Speaking of which, he also owns several residential buildings, all of which have been entrusted to real estate agencies for rental. He can simply live off the rent each month.

Otherwise, collecting rent from hundreds of properties one by one would be exhausting for him.

"Boss, what about the money?"

"Don't worry, they've all been moved out." Chen Ziwen didn't elaborate, and A-Jie didn't ask any further questions.

But he witnessed once again how incredibly capable his boss was.

That's a lot of money, three hundred million US dollars, transferred out in one night. That's something not everyone can do.

"Boss, the tickets are bought."

With Ah-Jie around, Chan Tsz-Man didn't need to queue up himself. After arriving at the airport, he bought a ticket for the next available flight to Hong Kong Island.

"Let's go, we're about to board." Chen Ziwen glanced at the time; they had arrived just in time.

They arrived at 9:30, and boarding officially began at 9:40.

After buying the ticket, there were only a few minutes left before boarding began, so there was no need to wait in the airport.

"Let's go check what time there are flights back to Hong Kong Island." At 9:37, Yako and her team members appeared at the airport.

"Go ask someone if there are any tickets left for the next available flight."

Not long after Ya Zi finished speaking, her subordinate returned to report: "Sir, the next flight has already started boarding, but there are no tickets left. We can only wait for the next flight."

The next flight is at 10:30.

"Okay." Yako didn't say anything more.

Anyway, I'm not in a big rush to go back this time.

Yako stood at the airport, looking around, when she suddenly spotted a figure. 'That profile looks so familiar.' 'Sir, we have a message from higher up.' Before Yako could think further, her subordinate interrupted.

Yako didn't think much of it and turned her head: "What news?"

"This is a phone call. The superior said he wants to speak with you personally." The subordinate hadn't dared to ask any further questions.

This call was made personally by Wong Chi-Yau, the head of the Western District Office.