Long Live Money in Anime Crossover

"Okay, that's good, my good son. But even on the weekend, you can't forget to study. You have an interview soon, right? You can't forget what you're learning at school!"

"Okay, Mom!"

Momo returned to the basement and took out the replaced black sausages. These black sausages were the real gunpowder pillars, and anyone with the equipment could turn them into bombs.

However, they have now become useless.

Momo broke the gunpowder pellet in half, crushed it back into small black granules, put it in a box, then took an iron basin, filled it with a lot of soil, and poured in cold water.

"George, are you making bread?"

"No, Mom, I want to make you a gift."

Mo Mo rarely denied the woman's request, which made her look at him curiously. She watched Mo Mo reach into the iron basin and work the mud with great interest.

Momo also focused intently on his task of making mud, and soon a lump of soft mud, like dough, took shape.

Next, Momo shaped the clay into the form of a steamed bun, but the inside was hollow, and the bun was divided into an upper part and a base.

Not only that, Momo also poked a small hole in the top of the cornbread, giving the hollow mud cornbread a cavity to contact the outside world.

"boom!"

Just then, a violent explosion came from afar, and the huge shock wave was deafening. Mo Mo could even feel the air rushing faster here.

Even after hearing the explosion, Mo Mo remained unmoved, as did the woman, as if playing in the mud had become the most interesting thing in the world.

Kuroyukihime took flight, looking uncertainly into the distance. She didn't know where that place was, but she believed that Mo Mo must know, because all of this was inextricably linked to Mo Mo.

The enormous explosion was heard not only by Kuroyukihime, but by everyone in the entire neighborhood. Countless people were jolted awake from their sleep and rushed out in a panic, or ran to the rooftops to look in the direction of the explosion.

Despite the great distance, the direction they were looking in caused everyone's expression to change.

That place... is the gang's meeting point, Old Dragon's manor!

what happened?

Nobody knows.

Many people instinctively went to check, but at that moment, sporadic gunshots rang out, making everyone's faces even more grim.

If the explosion just now could have been an accidental gas explosion, then these gunshots now are definitely not an accident!

Moreover, the fact that the sound could still be heard from such a distance suggests that it was likely heavy firepower like an AK47, indicating that both sides in the firefight were extremely powerful, far beyond what ordinary people could imagine.

Many people are unaware of the situation, yet they already have their own guesses...

A fierce battle ensued!

There's been a gang fight!

Old Bob once said that everyone in the neighborhood followed the gangs; otherwise, they wouldn't survive here. Everyone feared the gangs, yet they also relied on them for management and rule.

Now that such a fierce fight has taken place, can this gang continue?

At least in the entire neighborhood, no one wanted the gang to go out of business, despite the deep-seated resentment and contempt many felt towards the Eastern Demon taking over as leader.

Gunshots and explosions rang out, and chaos erupted in the streets. Countless people shouted and yelled, and many young people even tried to rush over to see what was happening, but were held back by their families and elderly relatives. Pulling and tugging, cursing and swearing, it was all a mess.

Just then, the piercing sound of police sirens rang out, causing everyone to instinctively shrink back.

They'd heard sirens before, of course, but not this many!

This wasn't just the sound of one car's siren, but the sound of countless sirens. A few seconds after the sirens sounded, dust billowed up on the road in the distance as police cars, camouflage jeeps, and armored vehicles roared past almost side by side.

Moreover, in the distance, several helicopters were flying in formation at high speed towards the direction of the firefight.

Vehicles roared past, and through the windows, one could see rows of fully armed American soldiers standing ready. The SWAT markings on the armored vehicles further indicated their origins.

SWAT, short for Special Weapons and Tactics, is incorrect. It refers to a special law enforcement unit equipped with advanced technology and tactics for combating violence and terrorism.

When they appear, it means that the incident has been identified by the state as a terrorist attack or a serious violent incident, and once they take action, they will show absolutely no mercy.

Seeing such a massive display, everyone had only one thought in their minds...

The gang is finished...

It was already a murky gray area, barely able to exist thanks to the protection of a few councilors. Minor squabbles were tolerable, but why are they now turning on each other?

No one knows the reason, but the outcome is already decided. This time, the government caught them red-handed in the fight, and no one can escape from this incident.

The gang is finished. Instead of hanging themselves on one tree, they should think about how these thugs will survive in a peaceful neighborhood without gangs.

Everyone, except for two people with different styles, is concerned about the progress of the gang's affairs and is worried about their own fate. Only Momo and Jenny's mother remain the same as before.

Momo was engrossed in playing with the mud, while the woman watched curiously.

After shaping it, Momo gathered some dry branches and started a fire in the courtyard. Normally, someone would definitely come looking for trouble, but now no one cared what this brat Momo was doing.

What Momo did was very simple: he just burned the mud buns he made until they were dry and hard.

"Wang!"

At this moment, Kate finally couldn't help but bark. Everyone around was in a state of commotion, and even its restless dog heart started to stir. The fact that it had been able to hold back until now was a testament to Momo's excellent training.

Momo looked over at the sound and, sure enough, Kate wasn't just calling out randomly, because Kate recognized someone she knew.

tabloid reporter Wales.

His complexion was not good, somewhat ashen, after all, there were still gunshots and explosions in the distance, and anyone who could remain calm in this state was a monster.

Wales looked at Momo, and the little boy in front of him was a monster, a little monster.

Under normal circumstances, he would never dare to deal with Mo Mo. Who knows what possessed Mo Mo? If it really is a monster, wouldn't he be going to hell if he dealt with a monster?

But now, he had no choice. He desperately needed to write something to prove that he could continue working as a journalist, and by chance, he discovered an article that could be described as legendary.

Good morning, young gentleman. Are you doing pottery?

"Good morning, Mr. Wales. I was just bored. Is there anything I can help you with?"

"Ah, is that so!"

Wales held a box in his hand. He opened the box, and inside were sheets of paper, each with wrinkles, as if they had all been unfurled from a paper ball.

Wales came over to Momer's side and squatted down. Kate also leaned in and looked curiously at the papers inside the box.

“There’s an apple tree in my backyard, and last night I accidentally discovered that Kate had buried something there. I dug it up and it turned out to be these papers.”

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pry into your privacy, but I was just curious about what this was. Then I saw what seemed like a legendary experience, and the gunfire there today only proves it."

"So, kid, could you allow me to interview you? I think your story should be written down, published as an autobiography. It's a modern-day Prince's Revenge, and you're old enough to attract everyone's attention."

Wales licked his lips, his eyes gleaming with barely suppressed greed, and said, "In the future, all of this will provide you with a considerable income, and I, Wales, a seasoned journalist, will only need to take a share. Do you think that's acceptable?"

Wales dared not deceive the child, for the child was a devil, and if he deceived the child, the child would surely seek revenge elsewhere in his life.

"We've been discovered... Well, there's nothing we can do about it then."

Momo looked quite annoyed, then immediately smiled and looked at Wales, saying, "Mr. Wales, to be honest, I can give you all the rights and profits from running everything. I don't want anything, just two conditions."

Wales gaped, almost unable to believe such generous terms. Having decided that Momo was the devil, he preferred to believe that he was making a deal with the devil.

"What are the conditions?" Wales gritted his teeth. He dared not accept the conditions, but the temptation was too great. If Momo's biography became a bestseller, a year of bestseller status would be enough for him to live off for several years.

“Listen carefully, young sir, you must make all the conditions clear. I will absolutely not accept any vague conditions.”

59. The result is neither right nor wrong.

Momo shook his head slightly and said, "The conditions are very simple. The first condition is that the young mistress of this place, Jenny, wants to find a job. I think Mr. Wales can help a sixteen-year-old girl find a decent job, right?"

Wales frowned. This was not a difficult task for him. Although he was down on his luck, he still had connections as a reporter. Besides, a sixteen-year-old girl could only do part-time jobs, so it was basically no problem.

"I can agree to that, but I can only guarantee that I will help her find a job. Whether she can stay in the job or not depends on herself."

"That's enough. As for the second condition, it's that you shouldn't use my real name."

Wales was taken aback, then said in a hoarse voice, "How can this be? How can your biography not use your name? Otherwise, wouldn't it become a fictional novel?"

“First of all, Mr. Wales, I am an unregistered person, so using my name is meaningless. Secondly, as long as someone can verify my identity, I can use any name.”

In Welsh, he said, "But who can vouch for you? You need to have enough weight to prove it, someone like that..."

"Bob will do."

“Bob? You stinking vagrant, are you kidding me, sir?”

Momo shrugged, then pointed behind Wales. Wales turned around in surprise and saw a bearded Bob in an FBI uniform.

Are you questioning me, Wales?

Wales gaped, dropping the precious wooden box he was holding to the ground. He pointed at Bob, speechless.

"Don't you recognize me? I'm Bob, Bob the homeless. Didn't you ever imagine that I might actually be a policeman, a policeman who's been undercover for two years?"

Wales was still in shock and nodded hurriedly.

"Really?"

"real!"

"Really not even the slightest thing found?"

"Really do not have!"

Wales felt he was being given a hard time, but Bob ignored Wales's attitude and instead glared at Momo as if to say, "How did you know, kid?"

Mo Mo smiled slightly and said, "I've invited you to dinner several times, and you've gotten drunk each time."

Bob slapped his forehead in anguish. He finally remembered what had happened, but at that time Momo was only ten years old. A ten-year-old child had taken pity on him, a homeless man, and bought him food. Moved and happy, he drank a little more than usual...

But who knew this little devil was a demon?

"Alright, Wales, you want to write your tabloid? Go ahead, but I won't vouch for you. And this kid didn't do anything. What you have is just trash that this dead dog picked up from somewhere and is treating like a treasure!"

"As for the details of the whole case, you can write them down, but you should know that there are some things that the FBI wants to keep secret. If you leak any information, I'll come to your door for coffee!"

After saying that, Bob pulled Momo up, leaving Wales dumbfounded, feeling like they had gone from heaven to hell.

"Hey, you can't do this! You can't do this!"

Wales yelled and screamed, but he absolutely dared not do anything to Bob in the present moment. He was afraid of even homeless Bob, let alone FBI Bob.

Bob pulled Momo into the police car and made her sit down. Bob had driven the police car alone.

"Alright, little devil, tell me what you've done."