At two in the morning, only sporadic taxis and cleaners remained on the streets of Manhattan.
Ben Carter sits in a dilapidated motel, his fingers tapping quickly on the keyboard. The data displayed on the screen made his face more and more ugly.
"Adam, we're in trouble."
Ben's voice was visibly nervous. He pointed to several windows on the computer screen.
"I just checked our digital footprint with technical means. Bank accounts, cell phone signals, and even the credit card records you used yesterday are being tracked. "
Adam put down the coffee cup in his hand. The liquid is already completely cool.
"How often is the tracking?"
"Every fifteen minutes." Ben's fingers tapped unconsciously on the mouse pad. "And it uses a military-grade positioning system."
The heating in the room was humming. This voice was particularly harsh in the silence of the night.
Adam stood up and walked to the window. Through the yellowed curtains, he could see a black van parked across the street.
There was a faint flicker of light inside the car.
"They have found us."
Adam's voice was terribly calm. He turned to face Ben, without a trace of fear in his eyes.
"How long can we live by the hour?"
Ben's finger stopped on the keyboard. Sweat oozes from his forehead.
"If they really want to do it... Up to six hours. "
Adam walked to the bed and picked up the suitcase containing two hundred thousand dollars. The banknotes glowed faintly green in the light.
"Ben, help me destroy all electronic devices."
His voice was so calm that it made people palpitate.
"Mobile phones, bank cards, ID documents, everything that can track us."
Ben's eyes widened.
"Adam, are you crazy? How can we survive without an identity document? "
"We're not here to survive."
Adam's eyes burned with cold flames.
"We are going to be born again."
He walked up to Ben and put his hands on his shoulders.
"We can't find a backer, we have to be a backer ourselves. The first step to becoming a backer is to let capital color us. "
Ben's throat made a dry swallowing sound.
"What do you mean?"
Adam did not answer immediately. He walked to the window and observed the black van across the street again.
The figure in the car is moving.
"We have two hundred thousand dollars now. But the money was given by Sterling, with his stamp. "
Adam turned to Ben.
"I'm going to make a deal with the money. A deal that made the whole of Wall Street remember my name. "
There were slight footsteps outside the room.
Adam immediately turned off the light.
In the dark, the two men held their breath.
Footsteps echoed in the hallway and stopped outside the door of their room.
Adam walked silently to the door and looked out through the cat's eyes.
A burly man is observing the room number. He was holding something in his hand, shining in the dark.
It's a gun.
Adam returned to himself and whispered in his ear.
"Window. Right now. "
The two men quietly climbed out of the window of the room.
Less than a minute after they left, the door was slammed open.
Two men dressed in black burst into the room, their movements coordinated like machines.
But the room was empty.
Only computers that are still heating up and ID cards scattered on the ground.
In a 24-hour internet café three blocks away.
Adam sat in the far corner, his fingers moving rapidly across the keyboard.
The screen shows real-time stock market data.
Even in the early hours of the morning, the global market is still running. Exchanges in Tokyo, London, and Frankfurt are exchanging hundreds of millions of dollars.
Ben sat next to him, his face still pale.
"Adam, we just almost died. Are you still in the mood to watch stocks now? "
Adam's eyes didn't take their eyes off the screen.
"Ben, do you know what blood capital is?"
Ben shook his head.
"It's the money that uses life as collateral."
Adam points to a stock on the screen.
"Morningstar Technology. A chip manufacturing company. "
The share price is shown at $3.2 per share.
Over the past month, the stock has plummeted from $20 to its current price.
"There are rumors in the market that there is a problem with their supply chain and they may face bankruptcy."
Adam's finger tapped on the screen.
"But it's fake."
The book is close to the screen.
"How do you know?"
Adam pulled out another window. It shows Morningstar Technology's patent registration records.
"They have just completed the registration of a revolutionary chip technology patent. This technology can extend the battery life of a mobile phone by three times. "
His eyes sparkled with excitement.
However, there is a six-month delay in the disclosure of patent registration information. So the market doesn't know the news yet. "
Ben's face began to change.
"You mean..."
"I'm going to use all $200,000 to go long on this stock with 10x leverage."
Adam turned to Ben.
"Two million dollars in positions."
Ben almost fell out of his chair.
"Adam! This is suicide! "
His voice echoed in the Internet café, attracting the attention of several other Internet users.
Adam lowered his voice.
"Ben, do you believe me?"
"I..."
"In my father's company, I used to manage five billion dollars in assets."
Adam's eyes deepened.
"I can feel the pulse of the market. Morningstar Technology's bankruptcy rumors are a smokescreen released by competitors. "
He points to the volume data on the screen.
"Look here. Although the stock price is falling, the trading volume is abnormally enlarged. There are large funds quietly building positions. "
Ben's fingers trembled on the table.
"But in case you judged wrong..."
"Then we'll die here together."
Adam grabbed Ben by the shoulder.
"Trust me, Ben! This is our only chance. We are not betting on stocks, but on people's hearts! "
The air conditioner in the Internet café made a buzzing sound.
Other people on the Internet occasionally heard keyboard clicks and mouse clicks.
These sounds were particularly clear in the silence of the night.
Ben closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"Okay."
His voice was almost trembling.
"I believe you."
Adam immediately began to operate.
He skillfully logged in to an overseas futures trading platform.
Fingers move rapidly across the keyboard, and every movement is as precise as a machine.
Ticker: MSTC
Number of shares purchased: 62,500 shares
Leverage: 10x
Total position: $2 million
When he pressed the confirm button, Ben's face turned completely pale.
The screen displays: The order has been submitted.
At this moment, the door of the Internet café was pushed open.
Two tall men walked in.
Their eyes were scanning in the Internet café, clearly looking for something.
Adam and Ben immediately lowered their heads.
But one of the men's eyes fell on them.
"Found it."
The man said in a very soft voice.
His hand reached for his waist.
Adam's heart began to race.
But his hands were still steadily operating the mouse.
On the screen, Morningstar Technology's stock price is beating in real time.
$3.18.
$3.15.
$3.12.
The stock price continues to fall.
Ben's forehead began to sweat.
"Adam..."
"Don't talk."
Adam's voice almost squeezed out of his teeth.
The two men were walking towards them.
The sound of footsteps made a dull sound on the floor of the Internet café.
Other people on the Internet began to feel a strange atmosphere.
Someone secretly glanced up, and then immediately lowered his head to continue his business.
Stock prices continue to fall.
$3.08.
$3.05.
On paper, they have lost more than $100,000.
Ben's fingers gripped the edge of the table, his knuckles already white.
"Adam, close the position. We can still keep half of the money. "
"No."
Adam's eyes were fixed on the screen.
"It's not at the bottom yet."
The two men had already walked three meters behind them.
Adam could feel the murderous intent emanating from them.
But his hand still didn't leave the mouse.
Time seems to stand still.
All that remains of the Internet café is the hum of computer fans and the running sound of air conditioners.
Suddenly, the numbers on the screen changed.
The trading volume began to expand.
There is a big order to buy.
The decline in stock prices began to slow down.
$3.05.
$3.04.
$3.03.
Then, the stock price starts to move sideways.
At this moment, Adam's phone vibrated.
This is a news push.
Title: Tech giant Apple announced a patent licensing agreement with Morningstar Technology.
A smile appeared on Adam's lips.
On the screen, Morningstar Technology's stock price began to rise by leaps and bounds.
$3.10.
$3.20.
$3.35.
Trading is temporarily stopped.
Trigger the circuit breaker mechanism.
Ben's eyes widened as he stared at the numbers that kept beating on the screen.
"Oh my God..."
The two men also noticed the anomaly.
They stopped and observed their surroundings.
The rest of the Internet café began to whisper about something.
"Morningstar Technology has skyrocketed!"
"Who is so lucky to buy at the bottom?"
"This is simply a miracle!"
After the circuit breaker, the stock price continued to rise.
$3.50.
$4.00.
$4.50.
Every beat made Ben's heart beat wildly.
On the books, their funds quickly turned from a loss to a profit.
The principal of $200,000 is now worth more than $1 million.
And it continues to rise.
$5.00.
$5.50.
$6.00.
The two men began to feel uneasy.
They didn't expect this to happen here.
People in Internet cafes are paying more and more attention to Morningstar Technology's stock price.
This attention makes it difficult for them to move.
Adam was still staring at the screen calmly.
He knew that it was not time to make a move.
The stock price continued to rise.
$6.50.
$7.00.
$7.50.
Ben's hands began to tremble.
Book earnings have exceeded $1.5 million.
"Adam, we should close our positions, right?"
"Wait a little longer."
Adam's voice remained calm.
"This is just the beginning."
Just then, another of his spare phones received a message.
From: Anonymous
Content: IBM will announce tomorrow that it will acquire a 30% stake in Morningstar Technology.
Adam glanced at the timestamp of the message.
This message was sent a minute ago.
He looked up and looked around.
Everyone in the Internet café is looking intently at their screens.
But Adam knew that someone was secretly helping him.
The stock price skyrocketed again.
$8.00.
$8.50.
$9.00.
Trigger the circuit breaker again.
This time, Ben completely lost his voice.
The book value is already close to two million dollars.
And it could break through $2.5 million at any time.
The two men finally couldn't help it.
One of them nodded to the other.
They began to surround each other from two directions.
Adam sensed their movements.
His finger moved to the close button.
But there is no click.
"It's not the time yet."
He whispered to Ben.
End of circuit breaker.
The stock price continued to rise.
$9.50.
$10.00.
$10.50.
Exclamations erupted in the Internet café.
"Morningstar Technology is crazy!"
"This is the biggest dark horse stock this year!"
"Who would have thought that a junk stock could perform like this!"
Just as the stock price reached $10.80, Adam finally moved.
His fingers move quickly across the keyboard.
Close the position.
All positions are closed.
The principal of $200,000 became $2.5 million in just a few hours.
It was a perfect textbook speculation.
The moment the transaction was completed, the two men rushed over at the same time.
But Adam and Ben had already left the internet café through the back door.
The night wind blew on his face, with a biting chill.
But Ben's heart burned with unprecedented excitement.
"Adam! We did it! We really did! "
His voice echoed through the empty streets.
Adam remained calm.
"This is just the first step."
He pointed to the skyscrapers in the distance.
Those glass facades reflect the lights of the city in the night.
"Now, we are qualified to meet someone who can help us wash our money and provide us with shelter."
Ben's excitement cooled down a bit.
"Who?"
"A person in this city who even Sterling has to give three points of thin noodles."
Adam's eyes flashed with danger.
They walked towards a taxi parked on the corner.
In the Internet café behind them, the two men were frantically looking for their traces.
But only empty seats and computers that were still heating up were found.
Surveillance footage shows Adam with a cold smile on his face as they leave.
Not only did he make money, but he also used this deal to announce his return to the enemy.
[System prompt: The accumulation of blood capital has been completed, the host assets have reached 2.5 million US dollars, and the threat level has been lowered to yellow, so it is recommended to immediately find money laundering channels and asylum targets]
The taxi headed deep into Manhattan.
Outside the car window, the lights on Wall Street are still bright.
But after tonight, the financial world will remember a name.
Adam White.
The madman who was once bankrupt has gotten back on his feet.
And this is just the beginning of revenge.