Romans & histoires Money Heist Book

"And even your best friend, Nathan—when he asked you to co-invest in a project, you wouldn't even agree to that." He took a deep breath. "I don't think that's right. You care too much about money, and you're too cold to the people closest to you. "If it were me, I'd never treat them that way. They're more important than any amount of meaningless money. So..." He clenched his fists. "Can you give back what's mine? I can't let you keep using money that should belong to me to keep hurting them." When he finished, the living room fell completely silent.

“The Russian money? I didn’t respond. “First of all, you proved to me why they called you Mastermind. You are a brave young kid. I think it`s about time I introduced you to my circuit.” “What do you mean, sir?” “Let`s meet here tonight.” He said, “Bring the money with you but don’t come with the car; it`s too expensive, it will bring attention.” We both got a message alert, but it wasn’t from the same person I guess. Mine was from RasterBook, he wanted us to meet at the park as soon as possible. For the Cruel- man, the message was from court- about my case. When I got to the park, I found RasterBook waiting for me. He seemed normal as if he wanted to hang out with me.

“I can’t risk it. What if Dom finds out? He’ll kill me first or ship me off to a remote island before he hunts down this blackmailer.” “Oh, for fuck’s sake,” she groaned. “It ain’t like there are no professional trackers outside of Cosa Nostra. You’ve got the money and I’ve got the freedom to get my ass on some research.” I straightened. “I think I know a guy who can help us. He’s the best hacker I’ve ever met.” “Who?” “His name is Colton Davis, and he’s not a part of our world, so he can help us.”

Zambia was going to be another Europe and another tourist destination for many people. ‘With the girl gone with almost Seven Trillion Kwacha out of circulation, we are blessed to be alive to witness the momentous occasion in the history of the country. The heist was a success and the cash flow constricted to alarming levels in the money markets. The downfall of our enemies is eminent.’ ‘What do you mean Charles; I guess your assumptions are too big for me. Slow down and be more elaborate. The Heist at the Bank and Chapter 23 are they linked?’ Ken asked feeling his head heating up.

“There’s a mole in the FBI, feeding information to Lorenzo and the syndicate. He has strings of crimes to answer for. Money Laundering and Financial Crimes, Drug Trafficking/Illegal Arms Dealing, Murder for Hire/Assassination Plots, Corruption and Bribery, Trafficking, Smuggling. A covert operation turned bloody and the FBI lost lots of good men.” “Touching,” her face softened for just a fraction of a second before hardening again. “But you still haven’t answered my question. Why are you sharing this with me?” “Because I saw everything that happened at the fight club tonight.” “You were there?” She cleared her throat. “Watching,” he confirmed. “And I wasn’t the only one. There was someone el

VINCENT MOREAU With them, our first big play was a heist. It was not the kind New York was used to, and the target was a man who laundered money for half the city’s elite. His security was top-notch with every kind of security that could be thought of—from biometrics to secure firewalls and armed guards. We were hard pressed to find a weakness to prod, but I figured it out anyway. His arrogance and the number of skeletons he had hidden in his cupboard.

Pedro leaned forward, his voice dropping to a gravelly whisper. “Three months ago. A massive heist, orchestrated with the Russians and the Colombians. A joint op to hit a private cargo plane out of Johannesburg. It was loaded with uncut diamonds—stones the size of your fist—and gold bars straight from the mines. The haul was worth north of five hundred million.” He paused, letting the number hang in the thick air between us, as I could almost see it: the glittering fortune, the sheer scale of the ambition. “It all went sideways because of him,” Pedro continued, his voice tightening with a fresh, raw anger.

A cold blooded genius thief that got close to me with only one purpose: hack into my computer, acquire the safe password from his brother and orchestrate the perfect crime of over fifteen million dollars in diamonds stones and bars of gold. He convinced me to leave New York to distract me from the investigations of the employers of the Center Bank and I only figured out I was used as a puppet when the son of a bitch ran away, not without first humiliating me in a drunk night and almost breaking my neck to eliminate me as a witness. I close my eyes and I still see him laughing sarcastically at me, after a few shots of cheap Russian vodka. “You really thought we were going to leave New York to

Both Vikranth and Steve were rooted at their place when Abhimanyu's men burnt the whole warehouse. They shouted, wiggled in their position being tied with ropes. They cursed Abhimanyu in dirty language as he burnt their warehouse where hid their black money. 'You little f*cker!! You burnt my Billi..' Impatient Vikranth was stopped before he spills out about his hidden money in front of Abhimanyu. Because if he gets to know that both Steven and he has their hidden money inside the warehouse he would get it. And they won't give their money to anyone even if they die.

Mr Cook stopped giggling and said, "well, you know. That might actually work on our favour. Because if he had returned, the bandits would think it was a set-up." "He's still a traitor," Steven added contemptuously. "Well, it's depends how you look at it," Aishantha said, "Dan Brown seemed like he was greedy for money. You should have seen his face when he heard Mr Cook would be rewarded ten million dollars." Everyone burst into laughter again. "Yeah, I saw his face. He sobered up immediately," Emily added with a giggle, as the group bellowed with laughter. "Anyway, my point is, he really wants the money. So he might be acting so the bandits don't suspect him. If he actually shows up tomorrow