I Carry a Game World With Me

The FBI agents were completely dumbfounded. ’What in the world is going on?’

It was one thing for the target of their black money investigation to escape. After all, he’d been hiding for so long and was buried so deep.

The killer who had murdered the tycoon wasn’t some common criminal, either. A person like that was definitely one of the world’s most elite villains.

But what about all the other black money?

They had just tagged those funds. How could they have vanished in the blink of an eye?

The other agents immediately threw all their efforts into investigating where the black money had gone.

Their primary target had escaped; they couldn’t afford to come up empty-handed on the rest.

"I’ve found the destination for one of the black money transfers!" an agent called out in excitement. But his excitement quickly turned to shock as he yelled, "How is this possible?"

"What is it?" the team leader asked, rushing over.

The agent explained in disbelief, "This sum of black money was transferred into our FBI departmental account."

"What?" The leader was stunned. "Was this an off-the-books operation run by our department?"

This was a common enough occurrence. After all, many of their operations were covert and not exactly by the book. When they couldn’t get funding approved through official channels, they had to find their own ways to procure it.

The official budgets for salaries, bonuses, and compensation for fallen agents were never generous enough, so this kind of black money was often one of their targets.

But the agent’s face was grim. "It wasn’t anyone from our department. The funds went into our account, but only 250 USD remains."

"What?" The leader hurried over. He checked the transaction record and saw that, sure enough, only 250 USD was left. But the initial deposit had been for 600 million USD.

So where did the 600 million USD go?

Just then, another agent spoke up. "I found another one. The final destination was our department’s account as well, but only 250 USD is left. 1.1 billion USD vanished into thin air."

"The one I was tracking is the same. Only 250 USD left. 300 million USD is gone, and the final recipient account was ours."

"..."

As the reports came in one after another, the leader’s expression became unbelievably grim.

This was going to be a disaster.

It was true the FBI had a lot of power, but that was limited to the Beautiful Country and a few specific nations.

Under certain circumstances, they could seize international black money, especially if it had no powerful backing. If they couldn’t handle it alone, they could cooperate with other departments or official organizations from other countries.

That was how many international joint operations came to be.

But some black money was completely off-limits. Some of it belonged to operations run by other friendly departments, and some might even be linked to official powers in other countries.

Then there was the most terrifying kind: money belonging to ruthless international criminals and terrorists who didn’t value human life.

With people like that, unless you were absolutely certain you could take them down and eliminate them once and for all...

...otherwise, if you touched their money, you’d live in constant fear, always having to check for a bomb under your car or in your house.

You’d have to be wary of any beautiful woman who suddenly appeared in your life, wondering if she was an enemy assassin. You wouldn’t even dare touch a beauty who showed up at your door.

Otherwise, you’d be afraid that at the moment of peak pleasure, the beauty beneath you would pull out a pair of scissors. Or a gun.

If it was a gun, death would at least be quick.

But if it was scissors...

At that thought, all the color drained from the leader’s face. He scrambled to pull out his phone and call his superior.

’At least we don’t have to take the fall for this alone,’ he thought. ’Everyone is going down for this.’

The call connected, and his superior’s angry voice boomed through the phone. "What is it? Do you have any idea what you just interrupted?"

It sounded like a woman was crying in the background.

The team leader had no choice but to quickly report what had happened with the black money.

"What? You bastards, what have you done?!" his superior’s furious roar echoed over the line.

A short while later, a middle-aged man rushed into the room.

When he saw the long list of black money transfers, each with only 250 USD remaining, his face went deathly pale. "We’re screwed. This is a catastrophe. Tell everyone to be careful on their way to and from work. You bastards have been set up! You’d better pray that the people behind this money aren’t some death-defying maniacs, because we’re not getting out of this. We’re stuck with the blame."

His words made the team leader and the other agents’ faces turn ashen.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the ocean, an island could be seen armed to the teeth with all manner of weaponry.

There was artillery, rapid-fire high-impact weapons, and various types of attack helicopters.

Squads of soldiers patrolled the grounds. From the flags flying all around, it was clear this was the base of some terrorist organization.

From the center of the base, the sound of furious gunshots echoed.

In the main hall, a man with a hideous scar across his face snarled, "Good. Very good. 1.1 billion USD. They’re trying to kill us. In that case, we’ll kill them first! Find out who they are, and then we’ll fuck them up! We’ll drag them down with us if we have to!"

In an instant, the men around him were filled with righteous fury. They roared in anger, and some even began to prepare bombs.

This money was crucial for their upcoming plans, and someone had just made off with it.

Since they dealt in streams of black money, they naturally had their own cyber experts—hackers recruited through... special means.

So, these hackers immediately began their search.

And it didn’t take them long to follow the trail. They found traces leading to the final destination of their money.

It was an FBI departmental account.

The FBI was behind it.

They’re dead.

The lead hacker was quite impressed with himself. He’d managed to uncover the FBI’s scheme so easily.

"Boss, it was the FBI! The money all went to one of their departments," a hacker reported immediately.

The scar-faced leader’s expression darkened further. "The FBI... always stirring up trouble. Do those Westerners always have to meddle in our affairs? 1.1 billion USD..."

"No, we can’t let this go! Get ready. We’ll hijack a plane. Find their headquarters, and we’ll crash right into them!"

"Yes, Boss!"

"Crash into them and kill them all!"

"We can’t let this go!"

"..."

...

In a dark basement, a man’s face was an icy mask. He was the King of the Night, the infamous leader of the Blood Red Assassin Organization.

He looked at the few people before him, fell silent for a moment, then said coldly, "Release the information. Tell them all that their money ended up in the hands of the FBI. I can compensate them for their losses, but they must pay for it with the lives of FBI agents."

"700 million USD... Did the FBI really think it would be that easy to take? They’ve gravely underestimated the assassins of Blood Red."

Similar scenes were playing out in many other places.

One after another, treacherous and terrifying organizations turned their sights on the FBI.

「Meanwhile, in the Xuanfeng Alliance’s Wind Manor.」

Lu Feng was staring, dumbfounded, at the new funds in his account. He recounted the long, dense string of digits several more times, still in disbelief.

’This is the ’extra cash’ Xiaozhi was talking about?’

’This surprise is a little bigger than I expected!’