The God of Wealth starts with doing whatever you want

New York nights have never been so lively.

After Xu Yun sent the last piece of encrypted intelligence about the Black Eagles' European stronghold to Chen Zhe, he turned off his laptop and walked to the weapons display case in the safe house.

The cabinet door slid open, revealing a cold, metallic sheen that gleamed in the dim light.

This is no ordinary weapons cabinet.

Every piece of equipment displayed inside is a cutting-edge product obtained through system redemption.

The assault rifle, made of ceramic composite material, weighs only 2.1 kilograms, yet it can penetrate level 3 body armor at a range of 300 meters.

The swarm of miniature drones, each only the size of a palm, is equipped with thermal imaging and facial recognition systems and can autonomously carry out reconnaissance and targeted elimination missions.

Nanofiber bulletproof suits look no different from ordinary custom-made suits, but can withstand handgun bullets and knife punctures.

And then there are those small, exquisitely crafted, and deadly tools: pen-shaped stun guns, watch-shaped tranquilizer dart launchers, carbon fiber blades hidden in shoe toes...

Xu Yun's gaze was calm as still water.

After returning from the Middle East, he understood a principle.

Sometimes, you have to solve problems in the most basic and direct way.

"System, exchange for the real-time coordinates and defense assessments of all active Black Eagles locations worldwide."

[Redeem successful.]

【情报已发放：共标记据点47处，其中北美9处、欧洲18处、亚洲11处、中东6处、南美3处。】

[Defense Level Assessment: 7 Level A (Heavily Armed) outposts, 15 Level B (Mediumly Armed) outposts, and 25 Level C (Lightly Armed) outposts.]

[Recommendation: Prioritize eliminating the three Level A strongholds located in Zurich, Geneva, and Berlin, as they are the organization's core command nodes.]

Xu Yun quickly scanned the three-dimensional map in his mind.

The red dots are scattered all over the world, each representing a hideout of the "Black Eagles" organization.

If conventional methods were used to eliminate so many strongholds, it would require at least a special forces unit, take several months, and could also trigger international disputes.

But he doesn't intend to take the conventional route.

Open a bounty platform on the dark web called "Styx".

This is the world's top mercenary and assassin agency website, accessible only to users who have undergone rigorous verification.

Xu Yun logged in using a pre-prepared anonymous account and posted three pinned bounty notices:
[Bounty Objective: Eliminate Black Eagles' global strongholds]

[Level Classification:]
Tier A Outposts: $5000 million bounty on each.

Tier B Outposts: $2000 million bounty on each.

Tier C Outposts: $800 million bounty on each.

Payment method: Instant settlement via cryptocurrency

[Verification criteria: Evidence of target base destruction (video/photos) + confirmation of death of at least three core members]

[Special Clause: The same team can take on multiple tasks, with no upper limit on the total bonus.]

Within thirty seconds of the bounty being posted, the platform fell into a brief silence.

Then, private message notifications started pouring in like a torrential downpour.

"God...is this real? The total bounty exceeds one billion dollars!"

"Fifty million for an A-level stronghold? That's more than killing the head of state of a small country!"

"Take them! Take as many as you can! My team can handle three B-level cases!"

"Who is the anonymous employer? Could this be the intelligence agency of a major power?"

Xu Yun ignored the private messages inquiring about his identity.

He set up an automatic reply system to send detailed coordinates, defense layouts, personnel configurations, and other information for 47 outposts to the teams that accepted the orders in batches.

Every piece of intelligence is carefully edited to ensure that the other party can only see information about their target base and cannot see the whole picture.

Even so, the level of detail in this intelligence still shocked all those who took the orders.

"This intelligence...is more detailed than what we've gathered in three months of our own reconnaissance!"

"They even marked the shift change times, blind spots in the surveillance system, and underground escape routes. Who exactly is the employer?"

"Who cares! As long as we can make money! Let's get moving!"

Within just two hours, 47 of the world's top mercenary teams and assassin organizations accepted the bounty.

From the rainforests of Colombia to the snowfields of Siberia, from apartments in Berlin to the docks of Bangkok, the hunters in the shadows begin their operation.

At the same time, at a villa on the shores of Lake Zurich.

Eric Schmidt—codenamed "Ghost," the chief intelligence officer of the Black Eagles—stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, his brow furrowed.

On the tablet in his hand, a report on the abnormal status of the organization's global communications network was displayed.

In the past three hours, eight outposts have lost contact.

This is not a normal communication interruption, but a complete loss of contact.

All personnel, monitoring equipment, and alarm systems within the base were silenced.

"What's going on?" Schmidt's voice was icy.

The assistant behind him had cold sweat beading on his forehead.

"Sir, we are investigating, and our initial assessment is that it may be a technical malfunction..."

"A technical malfunction could occur simultaneously at locations in eight different countries?"

Schmidt turned around, his eyes sharp as knives, and asked in return, "The matter of New York Harbor has not yet been investigated, and now this situation has arisen."

Tell me, what exactly happened?

The assistant opened his mouth, but before he could answer, the villa's security supervisor rushed in.

"Sir! Something's happened!"

The supervisor handed over a tablet, which displayed surveillance footage of the villa's perimeter.

In the darkness, six figures were quietly approaching from the woods by the lake.

Dressed in all-black combat uniforms, they moved with professional speed and agility, their weapons gleaming coldly in the moonlight.

"How many people?" Schmidt asked calmly.

"At least twelve people, divided into two groups, surrounded them."

Judging from their tactical movements, they're a professional team, probably from 'Blood Moon' or 'Dark Blade'.

Schmidt's pupils constricted slightly.

"Blood Moon" and "Dark Blade" are two of the top mercenary teams in Europe, and they never take on missions targeting "Black Eagles".

Because the organization has a secret agreement with their leader.

"They betrayed us?" the assistant exclaimed.

"Do not."

Schmidt shook his head and said, "They are mercenaries who only care about money. Someone offered a price we couldn't refuse."

Before he could finish speaking, the villa's power supply suddenly went out.

The moment the emergency lights came on, the sound of shattering glass came from the first floor.

This was followed by the sound of silenced weapons firing, the dull thud of a heavy object falling to the ground, and a short scream.

"Go through the secret passage."

Without the slightest hesitation, Schmidt pushed aside an oil painting in the study, revealing an alloy door behind it.

Fingerprint recognition, iris verification, and voiceprint confirmation.

Three security procedures were completed within five seconds, and the secret passage door slid open.

Schmidt was about to step in when he suddenly stopped.

He turned to his assistant and security supervisor: "You stay here and stall for time."

"Sir!" The assistant's face turned pale.

"This is an order."

Schmidt's voice was devoid of emotion as he said, "If I die, the organization's European network will be paralyzed. Your value is to buy me thirty seconds."

After saying that, he slipped into the secret passage.

The moment the alloy door closed behind them, the study door was blown open by explosives.

Five fully armed mercenaries rushed in, pointing their guns at the two people inside the room.

"What about the target?"

The mercenary in the lead, codenamed "Hound," the second-in-command of the "Blood Moon" team, asked coldly.

The assistant raised his hands, trembling, and said, "They're...they're gone..."

"Hound" glanced at the marks on the wall where the secret passage door had just been closed and cursed.

He pressed the earpiece.

"The target escaped through the secret passage. Execute Plan B. Notify the lake team to prepare for interception."

Then he looked at his assistant and the security supervisor, raising his gun slightly.

"Sorry, the mission requires that no survivors be taken."

Two soft gunshots rang out.

New York, Brooklyn safe house.

Xu Yun was dressed neatly.

A nano-bulletproof suit fits snugly to the body, a ceramic pistol is holstered under the armpit, a miniature drone swarm controller is disguised as an ordinary smartphone, and a tactical backpack contains enough equipment to wage a small war.

He glanced at the clock on the wall: 10:17 p.m.

On the dark web platform, the cleanup missions for three outposts have been marked as "completed" and are awaiting verification.

Xu Yun clicked on the first submitted video evidence.

Footage shows a Class A outpost in Berlin, disguised as a trading company, where a six-story building collapsed in an explosion, with flames shooting into the sky.

The videographer provided footage of the entire attack, from the start of the attack to the confirmation of the targets' deaths, including close-ups of the bodies of the four outpost leaders.

[Verification successful. Bonus: $5000 million has been transferred to the designated account.]

Xu Yun clicked "confirm" and then continued to view the other submitted tasks.

The Geneva base was gassed, and everyone died in their sleep.

A warehouse at a Bangkok dock was destroyed by incendiary bombs, killing all 37 members of the organization.

A car bomb attack on a nightclub in Mexico City killed 52 people, including a local leader.

The efficiency is astonishing.

That's the power of money—when you offer enough, the world's top assassins will clear all obstacles for you.

But Xu Yun knew that wasn't enough.

Those mercenaries could only clear out the surface strongholds; they couldn't deal with the real core.

For example, "Ghost" Schmidt.

For example, the true founder of the "Black Eagles" organization—that "Mr." who has never shown his face.

There are also those protective umbrellas hidden within governments, financial institutions, and multinational corporations.

"It's my turn to go on stage."

Xu Yun slung his tactical backpack over his shoulder and pushed open the door to the safe house.

The corridor was deserted.

He purchased the apartment building using a shell company, renovated the entire floor, and there were no other residents.

He took a private elevator directly to the underground parking garage and got into an inconspicuous black SUV.

The vehicle's computer automatically started, displaying the locations of the remaining five Black Eagles outposts in the New York area.

Xu Yun chose the nearest one, an abandoned factory in Queens.

According to intelligence, that place was a weapons storage and personnel gathering point for radical groups in New York.

It is estimated that there are fifteen to twenty armed personnel, equipped with light weapons, but without heavy firepower.

"Warm-up exercises," Xu Yun muttered to himself, stepping on the gas.

The SUV silently drove into the night.

At the same time, in a certain courtyard.

The study was brightly lit.

This was the first time the two elderly people had met on their own initiative in decades.

They sat facing each other, with a thick report spread out on the coffee table in front of them.

One is the Lin family patriarch, Lin Zhengyu's grandfather, a veteran in the military.

The other is the patriarch of the Zhong family, Zhong Yanyan's grandfather, a figure with far-reaching influence in the political arena.

"Look at this." Old Master Lin pushed an encrypted briefing in front of the other party.

Grandpa Zhong put on his reading glasses and read carefully.

The briefing summarized the global raids against the Black Eagles organization over the past 24 hours. Eleven strongholds have been confirmed destroyed, and over two hundred members have been killed, including three regional leaders.

The operation was professional and ruthless, leaving no survivors and no evidence.

The key is.

All the actions appear to originate from huge bounties on the dark web, with the employers anonymous and the source of funds untraceable.

"This is quite a gesture..."

Grandpa Zhong raised his head, a hint of solemnity flashing in his eyes, and said, "This is not something an ordinary force could do."

The accuracy of intelligence, the synchronicity of operations, and the adequacy of funding require at least national-level intelligence support and tens of billions of dollars in financial reserves.

"How many countries or families in the world would possess both of these qualities simultaneously?" Old Master Lin asked.

The two exchanged a glance, and the same name came to mind.

"Where is that kid Xu Yun now?" Old Master Zhong asked in a deep voice.

"It seems that in the United States, nominally it's about handling financial investments, but according to Zheng Yu's words, he seems to be planning something big."

Grandpa Lin paused for a moment, then said, "Moreover, he has... some special techniques."

"The fighter jet one?"

"more than."

Old Master Lin lowered his voice and replied, "Zhengyu said that when several senior experts from the Aviation Industry Group saw the technical overview that Xu Yun gave him, they were so excited that they almost had a heart attack on the spot."

They said that the technology was at least thirty years ahead of current levels, and if it could really be realized... the air superiority between the two countries would be completely reversed.

Grandpa Zhong remained silent for a long time.

"So you think these actions against the 'Black Eagles' were orchestrated by Xu Yun?"

"I can't think of anyone else but him."

Grandpa Lin pointed to the briefing and said, "Look at the operation plan: first, use financial means to strike at the 'Neurotech' company, and then use anonymous bounties to eliminate the 'Black Eagles' organization."

This is a typical hybrid warfare tactic, combining commercial warfare, information warfare, and special operations.

Moreover, all actions are geared towards the same goal: eliminating threats, gaining benefits, and establishing deterrence.

"But this is insane."

Grandpa Zhong shook his head and said, "Launching dozens of attacks simultaneously around the world would cause international turmoil."

Intelligence agencies around the world are certainly doing everything they can to track down the mastermind behind this, and once they find Xu Yun…

"So we have to help him wipe his butt."

Old Master Lin stood up, walked to the window, and sighed, "I have already instructed the relevant departments to start spreading misleading information and directing suspicion toward several hostile countries and multinational corporations."

But this is not a long-term solution.

That kid needs to stop as soon as possible, otherwise he'll be exposed sooner or later.

Grandpa Zhong also stood up and sighed, "Does Yan Yan know?"

"She probably doesn't know; Xu Yun wouldn't let her worry."

Grandpa Lin turned around and smiled, “But we must prepare for the worst. If Xu Yun is really exposed… we must have the ability to protect him.”

"You mean..."

"Activate some of the contingency plans for the 'Great Wall' project."

Grandpa Lin said firmly, "The technology that young man possesses is extremely important to the country."

Moreover… he is Yan Yan’s husband, your granddaughter’s husband, and also a friend and business partner of our Li family. For both public and private reasons, we two old men cannot allow anything to happen to him.”

Grandpa Zhong nodded slowly.

The two sat back down at the table and began to develop a detailed protection and response plan.

But what they didn't know was that Xu Yun, far away in New York, was carrying out an operation far more insane than they could have imagined.

An abandoned factory in Queens.

Xu Yun parked his SUV two blocks away and approached on foot.

His "blackout ability" allows him to move freely in the dark, and the surface coating of his nano-bulletproof suit automatically adjusts to blend into the surrounding environment, achieving an effect similar to optical camouflage.

He went around to the side of the factory and found a broken section of the fence.

The miniature drone flew out of the backpack and silently entered the factory.

The controller screen on Xu Yun's wrist displays real-time images transmitted back by the drone.

There were eight people on the first floor of the factory, scattered around on guard, equipped with AK series rifles.

There were six people on the second floor, playing cards around a table, with weapons beside them.

There were two guards at the entrance to the basement; judging from their equipment, they were likely core members.

"Let's deal with the basement first."

Xu Yun took out two cylindrical devices from his backpack: infrasound oscillators, non-lethal weapons redeemed by the system. These devices could release sound waves of a specific frequency in a confined space, causing the target to temporarily lose consciousness.

He set the vibrator to start after thirty seconds, and then used a slingshot to precisely throw it into the basement ventilation duct.

Then, he scaled the wall and sneaked into the factory.

The security personnel on the first floor were completely unaware.

Xu Yun moved through the shadows like a ghost, his ceramic pistol equipped with a special silencer, the sound of its firing softer than a whisper.

The first target was smoking around the corner. Xu Yun approached from behind and struck the carotid artery with a karate chop, causing the opponent to collapse to the ground.

The second target was standing by the window keeping watch. Xu Yun fired from three meters away, and the bullet hit the back of his head, killing him instantly.

The third one, the fourth one...

Five minutes later, all eight people on the first floor were cleared without any alarm being triggered.

Xu Yun stepped onto the iron staircase leading to the second floor, her steps as light as a feather.

The six people playing cards on the second floor were arguing, their attention completely focused on the game.

Xu Yun stood at the top of the stairs and raised his pistol.

"Puff puff puff puff puff puff—"

Six soft sounds, and six people fell to the ground simultaneously.

The card table was a mess, with playing cards and chips scattered all over the floor, mixed with the gradually spreading bloodstains.

Just then, a dull thud came from the basement—the infrasound oscillator had activated.

Xu Yun hurried downstairs and arrived at the basement entrance.

The two guards had already collapsed unconscious.

He pushed open the iron gate, and the scene inside made him raise an eyebrow slightly.

This is not an ordinary weapons storage point.

The basement was filled with crates of weapons: rifles, pistols, bullets, grenades, explosives... but what was even more eye-catching were the several refrigerated boxes in the corner.

Xu Yun opened one of them, and a blast of cold air hit him.

Inside the box were twelve glass tubes neatly arranged, each containing a pale blue, transparent liquid. The tubes were labeled with German codes and biohazard symbols.

“Nerve agent…” Xu Yun’s eyes turned cold.

He recalled that the system intelligence mentioned that the Black Eagles radicals had smuggled a batch of biological weapons through the Port of New York.

It seems this is part of it.

If these items were allowed to enter the black market, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Xu Yun took out high-energy explosives from his backpack, set a ten-minute countdown, and then quickly evacuated.

Back in the SUV, he drove two blocks away and pressed the remote control.

"boom--!!!"

A huge explosion came from behind, and flames shot into the sky, turning the night sky orange-red.

Residents of Queens were awakened as sirens wailed from all directions.

Xu Yun calmly turned the car around and drove toward his next destination.

On the car's computer screen, the dark web platform kept refreshing the notification that the task was completed.

[Madrid outpost cleared, verification passed, bonus paid out]

[Singapore location cleared, verification passed, bonus paid]

[Cairo outpost cleared, verification successful, reward paid out]

The global hunt is proceeding with astonishing efficiency.

Of the forty-seven outposts, thirty-one were marked "cleared" by 3 a.m.

Of the remaining sixteen, eight are currently engaged in combat, five have begun to evacuate, and only three Class A strongholds are still putting up a stubborn resistance.

One of them is the true headquarters of the "Black Eagles" organization, an underground fortress located deep in the Alps.

Xu Yun parked his car under a bridge in Manhattan and opened his laptop.

He retrieved detailed intelligence on that Class A stronghold.

Built during the Cold War, the fortress was originally a secret military base of a certain country, and was later secretly acquired and remodeled by the "Black Eagles" organization.

The structure has five underground levels and can withstand a nuclear attack. It has an independent power generation system, water circulation system, and food reserves, enough to sustain two hundred people for three years.

There are 80 armed personnel stationed there, equipped with heavy weapons, including air defense missile systems.

Inside the fortress is the Black Eagles' core database, which stores decades of criminal records, bribery lists, and information on their protectors.

“This is the real goal,” Xu Yun said softly.

He opened the dark web platform and posted a second bounty.

[Special Bounty: Clear out the underground fortress in the Alps]

[Bounty Amount: $3 million]

[Requirement: Completely destroy the stronghold and obtain the core database]

[Time Limit: Complete within 72 hours]

[Note: This task can be done in teams, and the bonus will be distributed according to contribution]

The bounty caused an uproar across the dark web.

Three hundred million dollars!

This is the highest single bounty in the history of the dark web!
Within almost a minute, more than twenty top teams took on the task.

The world's top mercenary organizations, including the "Blood Moon" team, the "Dark Blade" team, the "Arctic Wolf" team, and the "Blackstone" Group, have all been mobilized.

They began to assemble equipment, mobilize manpower, and formulate battle plans.

A fierce attack on the underground fortress is about to unfold in the Alps.

The mastermind behind all of this is sitting under a bridge in New York, calmly watching the countdown on a screen.

My phone vibrated; it was an encrypted call from Chen Zhe.

"Mr. Xu, the short-selling plan has been completed, and funds are being withdrawn. Preliminary estimates indicate a net profit of US$287 million."

"very good."

Xu Yun said, "Transfer 10 billion of it into a standby account, and distribute the rest to offshore trusts as originally planned."

"Understood. Also... Mr. Xu, have you seen the news?"

"What news?"

"Major media outlets around the world are reporting on the devastating blow suffered by the Black Eagles organization."

The BBC called it "the largest crackdown on organized crime this century," CNN said it might be orchestrated by "major power intelligence agencies," and the Wall Street Journal speculated it was a coordinated retaliation by several transnational corporations...

Xu Yun laughed and said, "Let them guess."

“But Mr. Xu, wouldn’t this attract too much attention? I’ve noticed that intelligence agencies from at least seven countries have begun tracing the flow of funds and the source of intelligence.”

"As expected."

Xu Yun turned off his laptop and said, "Chen Zhe, you're on leave for the next two weeks. Turn off all communication devices and go somewhere no one can find you. Wait for my notification."

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone.

"Mr. Xu, are you... about to do something dangerous?"

"I just want to get things done."

Xu Yun looked at the horizon that was gradually turning white in the distance and said, "In two weeks, everything will be over, and I will give you new instructions then."

"...Understood, please take care."

After hanging up the phone, Xu Yun started the SUV and drove towards Manhattan.

It's almost dawn.

A new day is about to begin, but for the Black Eagles, this may be their final dawn.

For major global powers, a mystery is forming.

Who exactly has the power and audacity to launch such a bloody purge simultaneously on a global scale?
Who exactly did the Black Eagles offend? (End of Chapter)