INFINITE MONEY - I Will Buy Everything

"Like what? Planting a bomb under my car?" William inquired, his voice edged with sarcasm. Just thinking about something like that happening to him, gave him goosebumps.

"You did check for that, right?" He asked with doubt edging towards Delmar.

"Of course, I did. How could I manage a business of this magnitude if I lacked even that basic level of intelligence, boss?" Delmar replied with unshaken confidence. William nodded, reassured by the certainty in Delmar's tone.

But, just to be thorough, Delmar slightly turned his head and asked, "George, did you inspect beneath the car?" He asked and instead it felt like he was the one who was confirming whether there was anything there or not.

George, who was steering the vehicle, responded with absolute assurance, "Yes, sir, I did." Even though he didn't have many jobs nor cared about many things, George cared much about this car. So much so that his wife was wondering who was this baby that he would constantly call in his dreams.

Delmar nodded again and turned back to William, who was gazing at him with an expressionless stare. Noticing William's look, Delmar muttered, "Him checking and me checking are practically identical, boss. It's no big deal. Besides, there isn't any bomb, so what's there to worry about?" He dismissed the matter with a casual wave of his hand, as if it were trivial.

William could only shake his head in visible exasperation as he asked, "So, what's the plan?"

"About what?"

"What do you mean, 'What'?" William snapped, his irritation flaring. "I'm talking about Carl! What are we going to do about him?"

"Well, that's entirely up to you, boss. What do you want to do with him? Capture him? Kill him? Or spare him? The decision rests in your hands.

But before you decide, let me just say— I'd strongly prefer not to spare that worthless piece of sh*t." Delmar's voice seethed with barely contained fury.

"Spare him?" William's incredulous look spoke volumes: 'How clueless can you be?' His anger intensified with each word. "F*** sparing that c**k-sucking motherf***er! I want you to locate him, extract every bit of information he has on us, and then I'll decide whether to kill him or...

make him suffer." William's voice was laced with venom, his intent to kill radiating from him, though he seemed oblivious to it.

Delmar offered a dark smile, relishing the moment. 'Ah, it's rare to see the boss this enraged,' he mused. 'The last time he got this close was when they shut down his favorite pizza stand because some rival gang wanted the spot. That was a dark day for all of us... especially those gang members.'

"So, you want me to find him and extract whatever he knows, right?" Delmar confirmed.

"Yes, that's exactly what I want," William replied. But then he realized George might be overhearing their conversation. Though he trusted George, caution had become second nature. He pressed a switch, and the rear compartment of the car was sealed off from the driver's seat by a soundproof barrier. "And I want you to make him suffer.

Understood?" William's tone was resolute, leaving no room for compromise.

Delmar nodded, his dark smile widening. "Well, to do that, we need to locate him first. It would have been a formidable task if it weren't for the b***h he ran to. He's most likely holed up at her place, trying to pack up everything and get out of town with her. Or he might've already moved on and is on the run with her."

William raised an eyebrow. "Isn't it bad for us if he's already on the run with her?"

"It would be... if he were alone. If he were by himself, he could blend into the streets, and it might take us weeks to find him. But with her, he's got a substantial burden," Delmar explained.

"And that'll slow him down. It'll be much harder for him to move quickly with her in tow, so no matter what, we should be able to track her down. And through her, we'll get to him, right?" William continued, following Delmar's train of thought. Powered by m|v|l|e|mpyr

Delmar nodded. "Precisely. And then it'll be just me, him, and some of my favorite tools... having a nice little chat."

"So, what's our next move?" William asked.

"Well, if you want to kill—" Delmar began, but William cut him off.

"No, I'm not talking about him. I'm talking about this Hin He and this Violet Boeli Bank that have been causing us so many problems. Can you do something about them?"

"I can... but with METRO Light News and the royal forces doggedly searching for anything related to us, I don't think we can handle them directly."

William understood the implication. "So, what can we do about them... indirectly?"

"Indirectly? We could try digging up some dirt on them and leveraging that. I can hire a detective agency or someone who specializes in that sort of work."

"Do whatever it takes to get something on them," William instructed. "And don't just use one or two people. Assign as many as you can to this task, and try to disrupt their operations as well. Not so much that it backfires, but enough to give them some serious headaches."

Delmar frowned. "If we do that, they'll know it was us."

William shook his head. "They'll point fingers at us whether we act or not, so why not stir up some chaos? If we just sit back and do nothing, they'll only use the situation to cause us even more trouble."

Delmar smiled and opened a tab on his tablet, searching for someone. After a few moments, he found her. He turned the tablet to William, showing a young woman in her twenties with a distinct fashion sense and colorful highlights in her hair.

"Jezzy Ink. Nickname: JEZ. She's a whiz with computers, loves digging into people's lives, and has a talent for ruining them. She's the perfect person for this job. We give her some money, tell her who to target, and she'll dig up something interesting."

William nodded. "Yeah... just make sure to keep our identities a secret. We don't want her using this against us later."

"We've already got someone making our lives difficult; no need to add another expert to the mix," William added.

"Don't worry," Delmar reassured him. "I'll use a proxy, but something tells me she'll figure out it's us, even if we try to conceal it."

"Then why use her?" William asked, genuinely curious.

"Well, I know her personally, and I can trust her with this much information," Delmar replied with confidence.

"Whatever happens, make sure you handle it. I don't want any more trouble than we already have." William massaged his temples, sighing at the growing list of problems.

"Okay, now that we have a plan for them, what do you want to do about the girl?" Delmar inquired.

William pondered for a moment. "The girl... I'll decide when the time comes. For now, tell me—who are you sending after Carl?"

"It'd be best to send the mercenaries who rescued Pedro. They're expensive, but they're the best."

William nodded, then a thought came to him and then he gave a sly smile. "Why don't we send him?"