N-M Chapter 72, this isn't X-Sugar.
Chapter 72, this isn't X-Sugar.
Lu Yiming sat in front of the tilted easel, carefully copying Franklin's image on the paper.
His wrist is extremely steady, and his brushstrokes are divine.
Every line is drawn in a continuous manner, without any pauses.
"Uncle Kevin."
As he worked on his drawing, he casually asked, "How was the skill of that previous printmaker? How did he die?"
Kevin, wearing reading glasses, was leaning over the painting, admiring it.
Hearing this, the old man turned his head and looked around, then lowered his voice and said:
"His skills are definitely inferior to yours. He used US dollars that we printed ourselves, which was taboo, so the boss just shot him."
Lu Yiming nodded and switched to a finer ribbon pen.
That Quentin guy should be killed too; he's using the US dollars you guys printed outside.
Lu Yiming slowed down his movements, deliberately stalling for time.
According to the original plan, Marcus should have already led his men to sneak over using the tracker.
But he had just secretly checked and found that the factory was surrounded by military-grade signal jamming devices.
Not only is there no cell phone signal, but the GPS frequency band is also completely locked.
If Marcus doesn't get here before his skill expires, he'll have to take on an entire counterfeit money ring by himself.
"Uncle Kevin, were those photos on the wall that Boss Vance showed me just now all real?"
Lu Yiming casually tried to elicit information from her.
Kevin pushed up his reading glasses, which had slipped down to the tip of his nose, and smiled.
"Then you'll have to guess for yourself. The boss loves to show off those things to every newcomer."
But in reality, only he knew the true distribution channels and the list of buyers.
Lu Yiming nodded slightly.
Judging from the photos on the wall, they seem to be half real and half fake, mostly a tactic Vance used to intimidate and win over newcomers.
Just like some unscrupulous companies that like to boast about how many Fortune 500 partners they have when recruiting.
As he spoke, Kevin leaned closer to the easel and exclaimed in surprise:
"...You're way too fast!"
Lu Yiming was taken aback, snapped out of his thoughts, and looked down at the drawing board.
Before you know it, Franklin's face has leapt off the page.
The creases at the corner of his right eye, varying in depth, extend outwards, creating a striking three-dimensional effect.
The angle at which every strand of hair intersects is exactly the same as that of a real banknote.
Lu Yiming swallowed hard.
He swore he had really been slacking off and stalling for time!
But that "painter's" muscle memory was too strong.
As soon as I pick up a pen, I instinctively try to imitate to the extreme.
Kevin picked up the high-powered magnifying glass from his chest, placed it on his reading glasses, and pressed it against the drawing board to examine it inch by inch.
"It's...it's so similar! It's even more perfect than what the Federal Reserve made!"
The old man's face flushed with excitement. "You're practically an artist born to counterfeit money!"
Lu Yiming chuckled self-deprecatingly: "A fake is a fake. No matter how well it's painted, I can never become a real artist."
"Bullshit!"
Kevin retorted loudly, "Why not! The money we paint is the most popular work of art in the world!"
……
Five hours passed in the blink of an eye.
The copy of the painting is almost complete.
At first, only Kevin was watching intently from behind.
But gradually, more and more people stood behind him.
"These lines are absolutely stunning."
"Damn, that's incredibly fast! Even my grandma can't knit faster than him."
Everyone cast admiring glances their way.
At first, Lu Yiming was quite pleased with the praise.
But gradually, he realized something was wrong.
If Kevin and Vance were knowledgeable, they could simply stand here and admire it.
But now, those four shirtless, burly men responsible for carrying things are also surrounding them.
That's very strange.
You bunch of rude burly men actually have the leisure to appreciate my painting here?
A strong sense of crisis welled up in my heart.
They might not be observing; they might be monitoring.
Vance, that inherently suspicious guy, had no intention of letting him leave alive!
This group was waiting for him to finish the last stroke, and once the original draft was completed, they would immediately perform a physical ritual to send him to the afterlife.
Damn it, that son of a bitch Vance!
Lu Yiming cursed inwardly.
Suddenly I realize Gu Qiu is a good boss. Although he's stingy and likes to make empty promises, at least he won't actually kill his employees.
Damn it, where the hell are Marcus and his gang of bastards?
If you don't come soon, you'll be collecting your own corpse!
It is better to rely on oneself than to rely on others.
Lu Yiming appeared calm and collected, his paintbrush never stopping, and his right foot hooked the green canvas bag closer.
That was the bag Vance had asked him to deliver when he tested him at the dock.
"How's it going, bro? You're the fastest drawing genius I've ever seen."
Vance walked over at some point, speaking in a very friendly tone.
She also handed him a cup of coffee.
"Almost there, boss."
Lu Yiming didn't turn his head, pretending not to notice anything. "Once we put them together, we can take them to make boards."
"Oh, I see."
Vance said with a forced smile, "Now that the main body is complete, there's no need for a master like you to bother with the panel assembly."
"Let Kevin take his time with the rest of the work. Come on, take a break, and come to my office to try some Da Hong Pao tea that was sent from China?"
Upon hearing this, Lu Yiming's heart skipped a beat.
See you in the picture!
This is definitely going to be a fight!
"No, boss."
Lu Yiming put down his paintbrush. "I only like Mixue Ice Cream."
Vance's face darkened.
The two muscular men immediately understood and strode forward.
"Brother, you don't have a choice."
The burly man grinned maliciously and tried to grab his arms from both sides.
Since we're going to turn against each other, there's no need to keep up the act.
"Get out of here!"
Lu Yiming suddenly exerted his strength, kicking over the chair and pushing the two burly men several steps away.
Before anyone could react, he swiftly ripped the draft of Franklin's bust off the drawing board.
"Don't the hell move! Anyone who dares to take a step forward, I'll tear them in half right now!" Lu Yiming roared.
"Wait! Wait!"
Vance quickly raised his hands, signaling his men to step back.
This is a perfect copy; it must not be destroyed.
If the factory can't print enough high-quality counterfeit banknotes, those South American lunatics won't let him off the hook.
"What's wrong, bro? Let's talk this out. What's going on here?"
Lu Yiming scoffed, mocking, "Don't you think I don't know what you're up to? Trying to discard me after I've served my purpose, huh?"
As he spoke, he gestured with his chin towards the several burly men who were itching to make a move.
"Take everything out of your pockets and throw it on the ground!"
"Brother, calm down..." Vance was still trying to stabilize the situation.
"I'm saying this one last time!"
With a tearing sound, a small crack appeared at the edge of the drawing paper!
"Take everything out of your crotch!"
Vance was so scared he almost had a heart attack.
The original draft must not be damaged, otherwise there won't be enough time to make the plate!
"OK! OK! Listen to him, pull out your guns!" Vance roared angrily at his men.
The four burly men looked at each other, then reluctantly pulled out their pistols from their pockets and threw them on the floor.
"That's right."
"Bro, you've misunderstood. I've always respected talented people the most. Why would I kill you?"
Vance spread his hands, vehemently arguing his point.
Lu Yiming kicked over the green canvas bag at his feet, and the bags of transparent crystals inside scattered out.
"Stop talking nonsense and put two million real bills into this bag."
Vance was taken aback.
He glanced at the crystals scattered on the ground, then at the empty canvas bag.
So this guy was carrying that bag all along to hold money!
If you need money, that's easy.
Vance sneered inwardly, thinking, "Just a greedy fool."
Do they really think that they can just take the money and fly away from this isolated factory area?
What's wrong with giving him the money first? In the end, the painting is mine, and the money is mine too.
"No problem, two million, right? I'll install it for you right now."
Vance feigned a resigned demeanor and personally went into the room.
Not long after, he came out carrying two briefcases with combination locks and stuffed stacks of real banknotes into a canvas bag.
"Zipper it up and kick it over," Lu Yiming instructed.
The heavy canvas bag slid to his feet.
"Here's all the money, enough for you to live on for a lifetime. Now, can you give the painting back to me?"
Vance was burning with anger inside, but his expression was extremely ingratiating.
Lu Yiming looked at the scattered transparent crystals and smiled meaningfully.
"I have enough money, but I also want to save my life."
It seems we can't delay any longer.
Marcus, that good-for-nothing, must have gotten completely lost on the mountain roads.
As he spoke, he pulled a transparent crystal from his pocket.
"What are you going to do with that rock candy?"
Lu Yiming straightened up and threw the drawing paper in his hand into the air.
In the instant everyone rushed towards the drawing paper in terror, he slammed the crystal down onto the pile of scattered crystals.
"This guy is no ordinary rock candy!"
That's not isopropyl benzylamine.
That was mercuric fulminate that he purified using Lao Bai's chemical knowledge before he came!
Old White used a small piece of mercuric fulminate to blow up the entire office of drug lord Tuku!
And now, scattered at Vance's feet is a full twenty kilograms of mercuric fulminate!
The instant of crystal collision.
boom--
A deafening explosion rocked the factory!
The shockwave from the explosion, carrying a terrifying aura, swept across the entire factory area!
Lu Yiming was prepared.
The instant he threw the crystal, he grabbed the canvas bag full of US dollars and tumbled toward the stairwell.
He covered his head with both hands and rolled on the ground for seven or eight meters.
Even so, the tremendous roar still caused him to temporarily lose his hearing.
The fireball engulfed everything.
The two burly men closest to the blast wave didn't even have time to scream before their flesh was torn apart by the shockwave.
"FXXK!"
Vance was lucky; he was thrown off the second floor by the blast wave and landed behind the money printing machine.
Even with cover in place, the overwhelming blast of air still blew his wig off.
Click!
Whoosh!
The glass throughout the factory area was shattered, and the glass shards fell like a torrential downpour.
The wall with photos of important people, along with the entire floor, collapsed with a roar.
boom!
……
"Cough cough...cough!"
Lu Yiming crawled out of the ruins, covered in dust and dirt.
"Art is Patrick Star!"
He looked at the horrific scene before him, still shaken.
In the ruins not far away, several broken bricks were suddenly pushed aside.
Vance's face was covered in blood, and his suit was tattered.
Now not only is the master copy gone, but the entire counterfeit money factory is gone too!
It's all over.
"I'm going to skin you alive!!!"
With bloodshot eyes, Vance roared as he pulled out his pistol and frantically pulled the trigger in Lu Yiming's direction.
boom! boom! boom!
Bullets swept in, sparks flying everywhere.
"Damn mad dog!"
Lu Yiming, clutching his bag, crouched low and frantically evaded the ruins and machine wreckage.
That son of a bitch Gu Qiu! That son of a bitch Marcus!
If I die here today, I'll haunt you as a ghost and post all those lousy ledgers on Twitter!
Just as Lu Yiming was being suppressed to the point of being unable to lift his head.
Buzz! ! !
A loud roar came from above the damaged courtyard of the factory building.
A black helicopter descended from the sky, its rotors whipping up a gust of wind that blew away thick smoke!
"This is the Fremont Police Department! Everyone below, drop your weapons and surrender immediately!"
The next second, dozens of fully armed police officers descended rapidly down the ropes.
"Fxxk! Police?!"
When Vance saw the police officers descending from the sky, his remaining rationality returned.
The trend is over!
Those henchmen who had managed to survive were all disarmed and pinned to the ground.
Without any hesitation, Vance turned around and ran wildly toward the back door of the factory.
As long as he escapes into the secret passage in the mountains, he will have a chance to make a comeback!
"Don't run!"
Let Marcus and his crew take the credit for the small fry that get caught.
What Lu Yiming wants to catch is this biggest fish!
He took a gun from the police officer and chased after him out of the factory.
Vance's fleeing steps suddenly stopped.
"Let's all go to hell together!"
He pressed the detonator he was holding.
Bundles of explosives on the factory's load-bearing columns detonated simultaneously!
boom!!
A devastating second explosion caused the entire banknote printing plant to collapse.
"Grass!"
Lu Yiming had no time to think about the safety of the police officers.
He raised his gun and aimed it at Vance in front of him.
boom!
as predicted!
...It only hit the thigh, but that was enough.
"Ah!" Vance screamed and fell to the ground.
He struggled to crawl forward, still trying to retrieve his fallen sidearm.
Lu Yiming would never give him a chance.
He rushed forward and slammed his right knee directly into Vance's spine!
"Ahhh!!"
Vance let out a wail as he was trampled into the mud and unable to move.
Lu Yiming, carrying a canvas bag, bent down and tapped his cheek with the barrel of his gun.
"Run? Weren't you quite a runner just now?"
"You tried to stun me with a stun gun at the dock, didn't you?"