Time travel game, starting from Kingdom Come: Deliverance

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Mo Jiang said with disdain, "How much is protection money? I never intended to squeeze any money out of poor people."

There were hardly any wealthy people in the guillotine's territory. Even when they collected protection money, the amounts were pittances.

Sun Ke and Roland were speechless and could only silently watch Mo Jiang, waiting for him to tell them what kind of business this small group of three people was going to do.

Mo Jiang took a large bag out from under the table and placed its contents on the table. "Take a look at these things."

It includes different styles of sneakers and hand-held watches.

Those are all high-quality replicas that Mojiang bought from Xiandai. The sneakers are from Putian, and the watches are from Guangzhou.

Sun Ke noticed that the sneakers and watch had no tags and immediately realized what they were: "High-quality counterfeit smuggled goods?"

He clearly saw some classic styles from well-known brands, and since they were unlabeled, it wasn't surprising that he recognized them as high-quality replicas.

Do you think this thing has any market potential?

“It will definitely sell.” It was Roland who spoke. He carefully examined the sneakers in his hands, trying to find flaws in the workmanship, but he found nothing.

"This, this, and this, as far as I know, are currently the most popular styles on campus. Wearing them will make others look at you with more respect, but they are not cheap, and most students can't afford them."

"If the price were half that of the original, many students would be willing to buy it."

"These watches are also popular among some doctors and lawyers, but because of their price, most doctors and lawyers can only look on with envy."

Roland quickly categorized the goods in Mojiang, then looked up at Mojiang and said, "The biggest problem now is, how much of these things are produced each month? And what are their costs?"

"Yield?"

Mo Jiang smiled but didn't directly answer with a number. "There are many, more than you can imagine."

Find a factory to make high-quality replicas; the more you buy, the lower the price. If you have a large enough quantity, they might even be able to set up a separate production line for you.

In 2012, footwear ranked fourth among the top five civilian goods exported to the United States, with an export value of US$99.26 billion, accounting for 4.21% of the total exports to the United States.

Toys and sporting goods ranked fifth, with exports of US$98.18 billion, accounting for 4.1% of the total exports to the United States.

Most importantly, goods from Mojiang do not need to be shipped by sea, go through customs, or pay taxes.

Having the ability to travel through time, all he needs is a sales channel.

Coincidentally, "Golden Wind" was the sales channel he wanted to create.

Americans already face high costs for labor, transportation, utilities, and rent, and the added premium associated with brands makes it difficult to lower prices.

But Mojiang doesn't need transportation, taxes, or rent and utilities for its storefronts. Even if the price is reduced to one-third of the original, it can still make a profit.

"So now the most important thing is, which of you two knows the process for setting up a shell company in this place?"

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83. On the advantages and disadvantages of the Tiger Claw Hand technique in urban warfare.

At the appointed time, Mo Jiang arrived at the hospital again.

Aiden had been waiting for a long time at the hospital gate, still dressed in his usual coat and baseball cap.

Mo Jiang keenly noticed that Aiden was wearing the same outfit he had worn two days ago, with tears and bloodstains on his coat from the car accident.

His eyes were also bloodshot, showing that Aiden had not had a good time these past two days.

Upon meeting, Aiden handed Mojiang a driver's license, saying, "It will pass most tests unless someone intends to thoroughly investigate all your past records."

Hearing this, Mo Jiang was immediately relieved. He knew that most police stations probably didn't have the authority to thoroughly investigate all of Mo Jiang's past records.

Along with the driver's license, a slip of paper was also handed to him. It was a fabricated resume Aiden had made up for Mo Jiang, so that what he said when the police stopped him wouldn't be different from the information on the document.

"Now, we're even."

Aiden was about to leave when Mo Jiang suddenly grabbed his shoulder.

"Don't move, someone is watching us."

Aiden, who had been trying to break free, stopped immediately upon hearing this. "Which direction?"

"At seven o'clock, nine o'clock, and twelve o'clock, there are people with weapons on them; at three o'clock and five o'clock, there are two cars."

With the Nine Yang Divine Skill activated, Mo Jiang could even detect the gaze of surveillance cameras, let alone the gaze of humans with malicious intent.

As if they were about to say something, the two walked to a secluded corner.

As he walked, Aiden would occasionally take out his phone and look down at it, as if he were sending a message.

Mo Jiang saw that Aiden's phone screen was switching rapidly. From the angle of the screen, it seemed that he had hacked into the surrounding surveillance cameras and even retrieved the information of the person who came from the database.

"He's the one who finishes things up."

Aiden said with certainty.

The Finishers are a group of criminals operating in the dark web, who accept tasks and are paid through the dark web.

Missions include, but are not limited to, murder, theft of secrets, and protection.

You could say they are modern-day mercenaries, working for money.

Maurice Vega, the assassin sent by Lucky Quinn, was the one who finished things off. He was originally going to aim at Aiden, but he happened to see Lina in the back seat of the car and took pity on her, so he chose to shoot at the wheels instead.

However, the out-of-control vehicle crashed into a truck, and in the original story, Lena died as a result. Maurice was also captured by Aiden and tortured and interrogated for information until Aiden finally resolved everything, and Maurice faced his final judgment.

At this point, sending out a cleanup crew is an obvious indication that the employer is Lucky Quinn.

Mo Jiang immediately realized that this was the butterfly effect brought about by his involvement in the plot and saving Lina's life.

"I hope to hear from you that you have already moved your family."

As they talked, Mo Jiang and Aiden slowly left the hospital at a pace that wouldn't cause the person in charge to overreact, making it seem as if they were discussing something as they walked.

"There's an alley to the right about 100 meters ahead; that could become a battlefield."

Aiden glanced at his phone every now and then. "Of course, if you're scared, you can turn right and then left 35 meters ahead. No one else should be able to catch you."

Mo Jiang sneered, "If I were afraid, I wouldn't have saved you two days ago. In my eyes, Lucky Quinn is just an old codger and has no right to make me afraid."

He originally thought this was a feud between Aiden and Lucky Quinn, and that he didn't need to get involved.

In comparison, making money and acquiring resources are more important.

But now he realizes that Lucky Quinn, that mad dog, even wants to bite him. If he continues to avoid the fight, his Golden Wind might be suppressed by the entire Chicago mob.

As for the business of smuggling counterfeit goods, that's even more unsustainable.

Lucky Quinn is cutting off his source of income, so there's no need to let him live any longer.

"Can you block me from the surveillance footage?"

This was a piece of cake for Aiden. He tapped a few times on his phone, and Mo Jiang saw himself become a mosaic in the surveillance camera footage, with no information visible at all.

"Start now?"

Let's count down from the bottom three.

"three."

"two."

"one!"

"start!"

As soon as the word "begin" was uttered, the two took off running, immediately making the person in charge realize that the target had discovered them and was trying to escape.

The driver skillfully stepped on the gas, ignoring the red light and accelerating to 100 km/h, attempting to block the target at another exit of the alley.

The other cleanup crew ran after them, following Mo Jiang and Aiden into the alley.

Although it was called an alley, it was actually an open space between several buildings. However, the open space was filled with too many miscellaneous items and garages, which obscured the figure and made the person finishing up lose track of the target.

The cleanup team immediately split up to search.

From the perspective of the cleanup crew, with so many of them equipped with automatic weapons and sniper rifles, their firepower was more than enough to take out two people, let alone fight a street battle.

Generally speaking, this is indeed the case.

Unfortunately, they ran into Mojiang.

Mo Jiang burst out like a tiger from a corner, but the cleanup crew, who were prepared, just let out a cold laugh and pulled the trigger.

He could already picture Mo Jiang being shot, his head smashed into a pulp like a watermelon.

But wife? - Two Mio's sizzling water - Fin-mixed temple...

What appeared before his eyes was Mo Jiang's contemptuous sneer, and the image of him slightly turning his head as a bullet grazed past his head.

A close-range shot, and it was dodged?!

This scene was completely beyond the finisher's worldview; he couldn't imagine how a person could dodge a shot at such close range, less than three meters away.

Mo Jiang didn't give the other party a chance to think slowly. He formed his right hand into a claw and silently stabbed it towards the waist of the person finishing off the job.

With the infusion of Nine Yang internal energy, Mo Jiang's fingertips were as hard as iron, and he actually tore open the tailor's bulletproof vest and inserted it into his waist.

With a quick twist and turn of her fingers, she forcefully pulled his kidney out.

The killer move that severs offspring and destroys families is the Tiger Claw Extinction Hand, a killing technique evolved from the Wudang grappling method.

"what!!!!"

The man's internal organs were forcibly ripped out, causing him to let out a sharp and shrill scream. The pain was enough to make him faint, but the continuous and intense pain prevented his brain from losing consciousness.

For Mo Jiang, the biggest advantage of becoming Zhang Sanfeng's disciple, besides having someone to teach him the Nine Yang Manual, was that the Wudang School's martial arts techniques posed no barrier to him.

Compared to long-established sects like Shaolin, which have a set of rules that even the abbot cannot change, Zhang Sanfeng, the founder of the Wudang sect, did not need to consider so many things.

He created all the techniques, and he can give them to whomever he wants.

As a student, it's perfectly normal to seek out mentors from industry leaders to learn from.

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84. When we go to the middle gate for a sniper duel, I only use a pistol!

For the person who cleans up, there is naturally no such thing as a "hostage".

When he saw that one of the finishers was being held hostage by Mo Jiang, he did not hesitate to pull the trigger on Mo Jiang.

They didn't care at all whether the captured finishers lived or died.

After all, the fewer people involved in this job, the more money they can earn. Not to mention that apart from the groups that specifically formed the team, the people who finish the job don't know each other at all.

Compared to his target, the life of a stranger who had been subdued was utterly insignificant.

Shotguns and submachine guns immediately spat fire; in the confined space of this alley, facing such firepower could only end in one way.

death.

Just then, Mo Jiang suddenly lifted the finisher in front of him, using his body as a shield, and unleashed a brute force to charge forward while carrying the finisher who was wearing a heavy bulletproof vest.

"Bang bang bang!"

"Ta-ta-ta-ta!"

Bullets rained down on the corpse, making dull thuds as flesh and blood splattered everywhere.

The powerful impact traveled through the corpse to Mo Jiang's arm, causing his blood to surge. But he didn't stop, like an enraged bull charging forward despite the hail of bullets.

The cleanup squad clearly hadn't expected their target to be so fearless, nor had they anticipated that someone would use a corpse weighing over 200 pounds as a shield.

"Fuck! (Three) Si O Fin 24 玐 Si Yueyi He rushed over!"

"Spread out! Quickly spread out!"

The alleys are narrow, and Mojiang is like a truck with its accelerator floored.

In a few breaths, he had charged through the hail of bullets to the person who had fired the last shot.

Without any intention to stop or slow down, Mo Jiang's own weight and the weight of the corpse in his hand combined exceeded 500 pounds, like a speeding truck slamming the finisher into the wall.

Mass multiplied by speed is always the simplest formula for lethality.