"Why did you all stop talking? What happened?" At this moment, Daredevil was clearly confused by the two people's actions.
He then took out the items from his car, touched them, and was also shocked.
Because in front of them were piles of U.S. dollars, all in the highest denominations.
The entire car was filled with them, which was beyond everyone's expectations.
Knowing you have ten million is one thing, but seeing ten million in front of you is an entirely different experience.
"What the hell are these guys up to, having so much money?"
Seeing the mountain of cash, Spider-Man directly used his web-shooters to pull over a few boxes from the other side.
Then, they saw that the boxes were filled with white powder.
"This… this is the highest-grade stuff. Looks like we caught a big fish, but we're in trouble."
Daredevil took a small sample of the white powder, smelled it, and then spoke to the others.
"What should we do? Hand it over to the police? But this is an awful lot of money. What do you think, Spider-Man? Want to take some? After all, your family..."
Tokha had no interest in these drugs. By now, she had already regained her composure.
After all, the armor in her possession was worth far more than this money and was something money couldn't even buy. She was just initially shocked by the sight.
"Forget it, I don't need it." Hearing Tokha's words, Spider-Man shook his head.
Although his family was struggling financially, he was a man of principle and would never take even a cent of this money.
Then, he picked up a stack of bills and flipped through them. "Wow, these are all sequential serial numbers. You wouldn't even be able to spend them if you tried."
"Sequential?" Hearing Spider-Man's words, Daredevil froze for a moment. Then, his expression turned serious.
"It seems we missed an even bigger fish. Small gangs usually deal in ten- or twenty-dollar bills.
As for these large bills, they usually avoid them since using them in large amounts would attract police attention."
"So, you're saying..." Tokha was still confused by Daredevil's words.
After all, no one would question her spending habits, but Spider-Man quickly caught on.
"That's right. This gang is clearly working for someone else—the real boss behind the scenes."
"Looks like you really are a rookie if you don't even know this."
"He's not just New York's, but America's kingpin of crime. His influence even spreads across the world, with people in every country working for him."
"Then why not just arrest him?" Spider-Man was puzzled. In his mind, people like this should just be locked up.
"It's not that easy. Just like today, he never gets involved directly. He has his underlings handle everything.
"....." Hearing this, Spider-Man fell silent. He hadn't realized how deep this ran.
"Forget it, I'm leaving first." Seeing Spider-Man deep in thought and Daredevil simmering in anger, Tokha no longer wanted to stay there.
She knew that Kingpin and Stark Industries had always kept out of each other's business, so she wouldn't go looking for trouble.
But if that guy ever pissed her off, she wouldn't care about the consequences—she'd just take him out directly. After all, he was no match for her.