Chapter 1 Human greed

"Ban!"

With a heavy sound of closing the door, a man left the dilapidate residential building against the wind and snow. Before leaving, he looked back at the lighted window on the third floor, and then left without looking back.

"Don't think I really don't dare to kill you!"

The man with a grim face put the gun on Chen Moran's forehead before he finished speaking.

Chen Moran raised his eyes coldly and looked at his "partner". Maybe it should be more accurate to call the boss.

"The machine can do it with a squeak. But kill me! Who made the plate for you! Who will give you ink!"

When the grim man heard Chen Moran's words, the corners of his mouth kept twitching, and his hand holding the gun trembled imperceptibly. In a few seconds, countless thoughts flashed in his heart and killed him! Kill him... Although he kept repeating this sentence to himself in his heart.

When the index finger of the trigger was gently applied force, the left hand finally placed in the pocket of the coat touched a piece of paper. The convex and concave printing texture and the hard feel were firm. Finally, he put down the gun and looked at Chen Moran, who was not afraid in front of him. It was indeed not worth killing him. In Chen Moran's eyes, he could not see a trace of fear, and such a threat did not mean anything to him.

"Don't forget that I have tens of millions now! At the beginning, I only spent a few million!"

Looking at Chen Moran, the man seemed to be using these words to convince himself to swing the trigger.

Chen Moran shook his head and gently pushed the gun on his forehead to one side with his fingers.

"People are greedy! You want more than tens of millions! You want more!"

Greedy, if you weren't greedy, would you do this? Obviously not. Why did I take the risk to find this person? It's not because of greed. He is more greedy than himself. As long as he is greedy, he will not kill himself.

"Don't think I really dare not kill you!"

Chen Moran smiled faintly, as if the person who stepped on the ghost door before was not himself.

"At least you won't until you make enough money!"

"As long as you know!"

There are still not many feelings in the cold-faced man's tone, and he looked at Chen Moran carefully. This man was no different from when he came to him three years ago. The only difference is that his eyes were full of despair three years ago, but now he is as calm as death.

When he turned around and left, he took out a pistol from his waist and stuffed it into Chen Moran's hand as if he remembered something.

"You go with the car! I will take the printing plate to another road! The wind has been blowing recently, so be careful! If those two... you know how to do it!"

"I've said before that I won't kill anyone!"

Despite what he said, Chen Moran still took the gun over. He had no murderous intention, but he must have self-protection. When he got downstairs, Chen Moran jumped on the Hualing Star Kaima downstairs, with two containers on the 18-meter-long half hanging.

"Let's go!"

Chen Moran, who was lying in the lower sleeper behind the truck, told the driver that the truck was rented from the logistics company. 15-meter, 18-meter-long semi-trailers can be seen at any time on China's highways. These semi-trailers are the core of modern China's logistics transportation. Generally speaking, not many people will notice these semi-trailers.

After the truck got on the highway, the driver of the truck looked at the "conveyor" sleeping in the berth. It has been almost an hour since he got on the car, but he only heard him say, "Let's go!" It seemed that everyone owed him millions. Seeing that the owner was like this, the car The two drivers on board did not dare to speak loudly. They were afraid that one of them would accidentally provoke the owner and complain to the company later.

"Money!"

Chen Moran, who closed his eyes, once again appeared. Money is almost the only pursuit he has lived for 30 years. This society's recognition of people is based on money. Money is the basis for measuring whether a person's success is successful. In order to get those colorful bills, men can give up their dignity and face, and women can pay tribute. Give your body, in short, people are willing to give everything.

Whether it's vulgar or depraved! Anyway, the pursuit of money is almost the only driving force for modern people to live. It is also my only pursuit now.

With a sigh, Chen Moran took out a hundred-paper note from his wallet. The image of the gravure printed head is realistic and vivid. The concave and convex feeling is very strong, and the delicate lines are clear and clean. Holding the bill, he shakes hard, flicks his fingers or gently pulls them symmetrically one by one. He can hear a crisp and loud sound, and it can be clear to the light. Chu saw a watermark with a certain three-dimensional sense.

No matter how you look at it, at least on the surface, this bill is real, which is not much different from the 100-yuan bill in everyone's hand.

But... Looking at this 05 version of the 100-yuan note starting with MR, Chen Moran knew that this note was a counterfeit note! The reason why I know it is that this banknote is printed by myself, and it can completely fool the banknote detector without any problem.

Almost all the features of the money in everyone's wallet are designed to prevent copying and imitation. Gravure printing, watermark, embedded metal wires, holograms, color-changing inks, fluorescent ink that can only be seen under ultraviolet lamps, etc. Anti-counterfeiting technology makes it more difficult to forge, but nothing is not forged.

As long as you invest enough energy and resources, seemingly non-imitable paper money can actually be copied very easily. Others may use the easiest way, but Chen Moran strives to do the best. He spent three years for this banknote, spending millions of yuan on that person, but the return is rich. However, in just one week, tens of millions of yuan of money have been printed, which is almost perfect.

"If you earn 20 million, just do it!"

Looking at the money in his hand that was enough to send himself to the guillow, Chen Moran muttered in his heart. The former fear may have disappeared after he took that step three years ago, but in the past week, when he looked at the operation of the gravure machine, when he looked at the large-scale banknotes made up of 54 hundred-yuan notes, he was afraid again. The second is permeated in my heart. The reason why I was not afraid in the past was that I was experimenting. Banknotes never appeared on the market, but now...

It's only a week, and the factory needs to be transferred. No one can guarantee that one day a group of policemen will rush into the factory while the money is being printed, and then... If that's the case, maybe I will probably appear in TV news or legal programs. This is by no means what Chen Moran is willing to see, although When I was young, I was very eager to appear on TV programs, but it was not the way to appear. The safest way was to move immediately and before the danger came.

"Boom..."

A deafening thunder interrupted Chen Moran's thoughts. Hearing the thunder, Chen Moran looked out of the car and saw that the sky was cloudy, which seemed to be a precursor to a heavy rain.

"It's time for rain. Damn it, it hasn't rained for months!"

The driver who was driving the car looked out of the car and scolded. After half a year, it had almost never rained in the southwest. Not to mention the fields, even the cracks in the reservoir and the river were enough to plug the child's arms and calves. This thunder made the driver's face look a little smile.

"Uncle...that...what is that..."

The young man in the co-pilot's seat pointed to the sky and muttered, not seeing the previous joy, but showing all the look of panic.

Following the direction pointed by the young man, Chen Moran took a look and was shocked. He saw a large fireball flying in the air, emitting a strong blue-green light, which looked very dazzling. The fireball was full of blue-green fire tongues, and the fireballs swooping towards the ground seemed to be expanding.

The distance is getting closer and closer, and I feel that the fireball is getting bigger and bigger, and the diameter seems to be dozens of meters.

Suddenly, Chen Moran had the illusion that the fireball was flying towards his car. At this time, the distance seemed to be less than 100 meters.

"Quick! Step on the accelerator, hurry up..."

Chen Moran, who was shocked, shouted loudly, but before he finished speaking, Chen Moran saw the fireball rushing less than 20 meters away from the front of the car burst. He only felt that his eyes were white, and his eyes were tingling. He quickly blocked it with his hand. He instinctively lay on the sleeper and roared. At the moment when the explosion came to the eardrums, originally There was a bump in the smooth cab, and the car seemed to rush from the road to the field.

"Wock!"

Chen Moran, who was lying on the back sleeper, heard two screams. Before Chen Moran could react, the car hit something. He only felt his body throwing forward, his upper body and legs hit the seat, and there was a sharp pain in his calves.

There was a strong smell of blood in the cab. Chen Moran, who was a little dizzy, realized that it might be a car accident.

"Fortunately, he took the roller away, otherwise..."

Chen Moran was glad that the roller was not in the car, otherwise the car accident would send himself directly to prison. Chen Moran, who was secretly shouting for joy, accidentally found that there seemed to be something else on his back belt, the gun... There was something more dangerous on his body.

"What's going on!"

Chen Moran, who was a little dizzy, endured the severe pain in his calves. He got out of the car and sat on a stone next to the car and muttered to himself. It was true that the car had a car accident, but it was not on the highway, but under the cliffs of the wilderness. The front of the car directly hit the mountain. The two drivers were knocked out because they did not wear seat belts. In the cab, the brain burst and splashed several meters away.

The scene of the tragic accident did not make Chen Moran feel much panic, but the surrounding environment made Chen Moran feel a little frightened. Chen Moran clearly remembered that the car was driving on the highway before. How could it hit the mountain in the blink of an eye? What's more, hundreds of kilometers around the highway, there was no There is a mountain, and the mountain in front of me suddenly appeared like a trick.

Chen Moran, who was sitting on the stone, looked around. The peeled mountain in front of him was obviously traces of quarrying. There were several collapsed stone houses in the open space not far away, and there was a little smoke in the stone house in the middle. An old man was walking here tremblingly. Yes.

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