At this time, Abram Tarasov, who was stationed at the repair shop, had just finished gathering all of his subordinates. Looking at the nearly one hundred lackeys below, all equipped with firearms, he nodded in satisfaction.

Then, with a grand wave of his hand, he said:

"Move out!"

Instantly, everyone turned and got into the vehicles in unison. The engines started, and one by one, the cars drove out of the repair shop. A total of twenty cars formed a convoy, heading toward the outskirts of Brooklyn with grand momentum.

Abram Tarasov was accompanied by three burly men in suits—his bodyguards—who escorted him into a Cadillac SUV. The car slowly started and followed the convoy.

He wanted to see exactly which gang had the audacity to attack their Russian Mob at a time like this.

---After clearing out all the guards, Charlotte Doyle finally stopped to observe the basement level.

The basement wasn't large, but it was divided into two areas by an iron door. One area was where Charlotte Doyle had just fought, while the other side was densely packed with many boxes.

Glancing at the iron door, Charlotte noticed it required a password to open. Charlotte Doyle placed his right hand on the keypad, and in the next moment, lightning flashed across his hand.

Instantly, the password lock was fried, and the iron door swung open.

Stepping into the room and looking at the boxes before him, Charlotte Doyle picked one at random and opened it. The moment the box opened, he felt as if the entire room had turned golden.

Indeed, it was a box of gold. Bars of gold were neatly stacked inside. Charlotte casually took one out and examined it in his hand.

Applying pressure with his fingers, he left a mark on the gold bar. Judging by the hardness and luster, he confirmed that these were real gold, not fakes.

He then tossed the gold back into the box and opened another one nearby.

This box was filled with jewelry, diamonds, and the like. A sapphire at the very top was particularly dazzling and eye-catching. Charlotte picked it up and weighed it; it was at least a hundred grams.

After checking two boxes, Charlotte Doyle was filled with curiosity about the rest. He counted them; there were still 20 unopened boxes.

They couldn't all be gold and jewelry, could they? If so, the Russian Mob was far too wealthy.

Charlotte Doyle opened another treasure chest. To his eyes, it was filled with green U.S. dollars. Bundles of ten-dollar bills were all tied up and neatly arranged in the box.

Looking at these ten-dollar bills, Charlotte Doyle was somewhat disappointed. Although the box wasn't small, how much could ten-dollar bills add up to?

However, in the United States, the cash used for circulation is primarily in ten-dollar denominations. If someone went out to spend a huge pile of hundred-dollar bills, the police would definitely be called for an investigation.

No longer dwelling on it, Charlotte Doyle opened all the boxes and found they were all filled with U.S. dollars. There was nothing else—no more jewelry, luxury watches, or even hard currency like gold. There were exactly twenty boxes of cash; as for the total amount, he wasn't sure yet.

Looking at the twenty-two treasure chests before him, anyone else might have been worried about how one person could quietly carry away so many boxes. But for Charlotte Doyle, this wasn't a problem. After all, his copper coins could be exchanged both ways.

Placing his hand on the money, Charlotte Doyle thought to himself: Top-up.

Instantly, all the cash in the money boxes disappeared. On the Naruto panel in his mind, the numbers in the copper coin column began to flicker rapidly, stopping after just three breaths.

The number in the copper coin column had now become 4.2 million. Since 200,000 of those copper coins were from his previous mission, this haul amounted to 4 million U.S. dollars.

20 boxes, 200,000 in cash per box, totaling four million.

Charlotte Doyle was very satisfied with the gains from this operation. He had cleared out some societal scum and obtained a sum of capital. This harvest was much higher than John Wick's bounty. More importantly, this money didn't require a cut for the Continental Hotel. Besides repairing his car, he could also upgrade his Ninja Hound; after all, upgrading a Summoning Beast consumed too many copper coins.

As for the other two boxes containing gold and jewelry, he put them into the Storage Space provided by the system.

Having finished all this, Charlotte Doyle deactivated his Transformation Technique and walked out of the factory building. A red Ferrari 458 was parked on the road. Charlotte Doyle raised an eyebrow slightly, walked to the car, opened the passenger door, and sat inside.

"My Secretary Jin, you've arrived just in time. I was just wondering how to get a taxi in this godforsaken place."

Charlotte Doyle looked at the blonde beauty before him, spoke with a smile, and closed the car door.

"As a reward for you, I have a small gift to give you."

In the next moment, the sapphire he had just put into his Storage Space reappeared in his hand.

Seeing the sapphire in Charlotte Doyle's hand, which was slightly larger than a pigeon's egg, Ginny's eyes instantly lit up like a greedy dragon seeing treasure.

"Boss, you are too generous!"

Ginny gave Charlotte Doyle a tight hug and a big, fragrant kiss before taking the sapphire from his hand.

"Boss, does this sapphire have a name?"

Charlotte wiped the lipstick mark off his face and looked at the smiling blonde beauty. Only then did he speak: "You can give it whatever name you like. After all, you are its Master now."

Hearing that her Boss didn't know the original name of the gem either, Ginny felt a bit of regret.

Seeing this scene, Charlotte Doyle swallowed his saliva. This was too stimulating; the place she stored the gem was far too suggestive.

Hearing the sound of him swallowing, Ginny smiled and said, "Boss, I've already arranged for someone to take your Mercedes for repairs. They'll contact you once it's fixed."

"Are you going back to the Charlotte Agency now, or to the Chrysler Building?"

Charlotte Doyle nodded, satisfied with Ginny's efficiency. He then said slowly, "Take me back to the Chrysler Building!"

Hearing Charlotte mention the Chrysler Building, Ginny said no more. She started the car, stepped on the gas, and the Ferrari instantly sped off into the distance.

Just as the car left, the sky outside changed.

Raindrops fell from the sky—one, two, three—and in an instant, the light rain turned into a downpour.

Watching the heavy rain outside the car window, Charlotte Doyle's thoughts drifted far away. It seemed Vigo was finally going to die at John's hands!