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But when the secure page loaded, the numeric value displayed next to my target profile was staggering. $200,000,000. I let out a breathless, painful chuckle, the sound bordering on complete insanity. Two hundred million dollars. If I were to message her now and ask her to include the cleanup of this morning's press conference, how much more would she charge me then? Out of a sudden, desperate whim, I clicked onto the site's public ledger, checking the active bounties and prices listed under other high-profile targets. None of them were even fractionally close to my amount. Everyone else was priced reasonably.

Jillian hurriedly said, “Boss, it's a bounty mission of 100 million dollars!” “What?” Kooka was startled and stood up from his chair. He immediately turned on his computer and glanced at the contents of the mission. With a look of surprise, he muttered under his breath, “A bounty against the Hall of Evil? Can we find out the person who posted the mission?” Kooka was dumbfounded. This was a big deal! The woman shook her head and said, “The other party released the mission through internal channels. We have no way of knowing the other party's identity. Now, the assassin squads from the six divisions have gone out on the mission!”

Gilded chains hanging from the ceiling next to AI gun turrets. Buyers sat in the observation booths stacked along the walls. Glass cages where monsters wore suits, draped themselves in silk, or fused themselves into throne-like machines. Their voices were low, but Mae felt them. Watching her. Judging her down to the breaths she took. Calculating the worth, her worth. A drone hovered above the stage, its voice was synthetic and cold. “Now presenting Lot #919. Unauthorized Bio-Mage. Female. Trash-class. Status: Defective.” The number burned red into the hologram above her. “Opening bid: fifteen thousand credits. Bounty is currently posted at sixty thousand alive. Thirty thousand dead.” At firs

Sandra says, “let us put our heads together,” Bounty says, “how are we going to approach her about the money?“ Bounty inquired, “Very simple, If she comes, we will hail her, flatter her, we will assist her in doing some things and we will later present the projects list to her, and we will appeal to her,” Bounty says, “If we do all those things, there is no how she will not finance the projects but you must bear it in mind that she might do little work out of the project, no one must complain," Bounty says,

2 Billion. My eyes widened. The money was there. It hadn't been spent. It hadn't been stolen. I looked at the transaction log. Attempted Access: 01/12/2023 - DENIED. Attempted Access: 03/05/2024 - DENIED. Attempted Access: 11/20/2025 - DENIED. There were dozens of attempts. All failed. I looked at the security protocol at the bottom of the page. SECURITY PROTOCOL: BIOMETRIC LOCK (RETINA/DNA).

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I said walking up to the door opening it to see a man with a blue delivery shirt on . "Hi thanks for bringing my delivery, you can just place them over there to the right." I said pointing. " Yes ma'am" he said walking off the porch back to his truck opening up the bed then he lowered it down. Walking back into the house letting him do his job without me peking over his shoulder . I waited till he was done so I decided to check some websites that sell dance poles. I only found two sites that ship and the price was reasonable so I ordered one of each of the two I liked. By the time I was done, so was the delivery man. So for his work I made him a glass of lemonade that I made yesterday.

"The bounty is a hundred fifty million, aimed at making you and your wife divorce and destroying your family." Mandy took out her phone, opened the platform for accepting tasks at the Global Trader, and handed it to Alexander. When Alexander looked at it, he saw an array of bizarre tasks, each more outrageous than the last. The sight dumbfounded him, and his lips twitched. Task number one was a bounty of 15 million to destroy Alexander's beloved car and spray insulting words on it. Photos were needed as proof. Task number two was a bounty of 80 million to torture and kill Susanne's cat, taping it in a video.

(duh emoticon) Anubis: I was invited to join. Hello. Sobek: Pay up! Newbies need to pay up for protection! Anubis: How much? Sobek: … Imhotep: 10,000,000 credits to each! Anubis: The app only allows a maximum of 99,999 credits… Sobek: Holy shit—who invited you?! Anubis: ??? Anubis: Wasn’t it you? Sobek: Huh?

He could do with another Carson in his life. Except he was getting out of this line of business. The laptop beeped across the room and the screen threw bright light up against the wall. Ben crossed the room and stared at a black and white stripe desktop. He was in. He sat on the sofa and pulled the laptop toward him. This was going to work. He plugged the web portal for the bank into a browser bar and hit enter. He then opened a new browser and typed in a web address he'd used when he was an employee. While his official login wouldn't work, his backup should.