S.H.I.E.L.D. really wasn't short on money. The five million arrived quickly.
Natasha drove away with a cold expression, taking ten jars of boiled water mixed with erguotou. Skye happily watched the balance in the account go from single digits to seven figures, grinning from ear to ear.
It was the first time in her life she had seen so much money!
How much erguotou and boiled water could that buy?
Forget that beat-up truck—she was getting a new one, an ultra-luxurious, basic-attack, zombie-grinding apocalypse war vehicle!
Forget the laptop—she was getting the latest model, server-grade!
Forget the phone—she was getting the Banana 13plus that had only launched yesterday!
Forget Old Wang—she was getting a new...
Wait!
No replacing this one. He was new to begin with and hadn't even been used yet...
Skye was happy, happier than she had been at any point in the past three years.
But before twenty seconds had passed, Old Wang said calmly, "Keep one million. Find a way to transfer the rest to Eli, Lucy, and the others. Leave no traces, and don't let S.H.I.E.L.D. track it."
"...All right." Skye drooped dejectedly, extremely reluctant.
I haven't even had time to warm it up!
After knowing Old Wang for three years, she understood him well.
The calmer Old Wang sounded, the more seriously his words had to be taken. Once he made a decision, no one could change it.
Wolves hunted without making a sound. When pandas caught bamboo rats...
It was probably the same?
Skye returned to the cash register in frustration. As she laundered the money, she probed, "Wang, what are we doing with the remaining million?"
"Get a new car, new computer, new phone, new clothes, new cosmetics. Replace whatever you want. Go ahead."
Old Wang paused for two seconds, then added,