other person sighed, “He left me.”"...Alright.""By the way, don't tell him I called you, okay That's it, be good girl and go make dinner now." The gentle voice hung up the phone, leaving Warm feeling...Great Britain, London, the headquarters of the first terrorist organization.

Kaka is very busy recently. When Ye Ningyuan was the boss, Kaka was always in charge of intelligence. After Ye Ningyuan resigned, he took over as the leader of the first terrorist organization. He's overwhelmed with work.

International dark forces remain the number one terrorist organization, with the Mafia at its head, and various factions following suit. The Mafia engages in many businesses besides arms trafficking, while the core profit source of the first terrorist organization is weaponry.

This includes profits from normal channels of arms, as well as profits from illegal channels. Nearly all legitimate businesses under the first terrorist organization serve the arms trade, forming a huge network of underground and aboveground transactions. Governments of various countries are unable to fundamentally dismantle the first terrorist organization, they can only seek peaceful coexistence and rely on the first terrorist organization to control the flow of arms.

Some major Western countries need the weapons of the world's top terrorist organization to counter the small countries in the Middle East and prevent terrorist incidents.

During Ye Ningyuan's reign, the First Terrorist Organization was a highly centralized entity. Besides Zhou Muhua, Bruno, Qinglong, Baihu, Zhuque, and Xuanwu, no one else was allowed to conduct arms deals exceeding a certain limit without Ye Ningyuan's approval.

Kaka, upon taking office, continued Ye Ningyuan's style. The four of Qinglong, Baihu, Suzaku, and Xuanwu still assisted him. Zhou Muhua and Bruno were respectively in charge of intelligence, information, and assassination, as well as finance.

The other four were responsible for the white-collar businesses of the first terrorist organization, weapons research, funding allocation, the concealment of military factories and the conduct of arms deals. Their division of labor was very clear, although as the leader of the terrorist organization, Kaka's responsibilities were still very heavy.

Over the past few years, its scale hasn't expanded, but the entire First Terrorist Organization is massive. It has its own navy, air force, satellites, financial network, a large army of well-trained soldiers and sophisticated weaponry. Its strength shouldn't be underestimated.

Since the war between the first terrorist organization and the Mafia, Ye Ningyuan began planning to cultivate his own army, trained entirely by Special Island, with the aim of preventing similar wars from happening again.

Another all-nighter.

For seven consecutive nights, Kaka was worn out and exhausted. He had just fallen asleep for an hour when the phone rang and woke him up.

" Kaka, where are you" Wu Shuang's voice always had a hint of amusement in it, her tone bewitching. He was used to it and always felt her voice was particularly pleasant, able to dispel his fatigue.

"On the bed!" he rolled over and said helplessly.

Wushuang paused, "Oh, you're sneaking around with another woman again Your voice sounds weak, did you go too hard last night"

"Yeah, so passionate, I'm really blessed," Kaka smiled.

"Useless, you're defeated by a woman." Wu Shuang laughed at him, Kaka let out a faint smile, yawned, and asked Wu Shuang what was wrong. Wu Shuang scoffed, "Nothing, I'm hanging up."

He spoke and hung up the phone without waiting for Kaka to respond.

Kaka looked at her phone for a moment, then tossed it aside and continued to doze. After a while, she couldn't fall asleep and called Zhou Muhua, "Han, check where Wushuang is, wake me up when you find out."

Fire Phoenix Underground Casino.

The casino was bustling with activity late at night. Gamblers roamed the halls, lost in their pursuits. Almost every seat on the first three floors was taken. Some lamented their losses, sighing and continuing to gamble in hopes of turning things around. Others celebrated their winnings, greed fueling their desire for even more, cheers and curses mingling into a cacophony of noise.

A woman in white walked up to the international roulette table and casually threw down several five million chips. She was so wealthy and ostentatious that it drew everyone's attention. The dealer couldn't help but glance at her a few times more. She was an Eastern woman, tall and slender with fair skin. She had a pair of extraordinarily beautiful glazed eyes. Her features were deep-set with a hint of mystery. The corners of her lips, which were sometimes smiling and sometimes not, held a touch of cunning, a touch of darkness, and a glimmer of brilliance and allure that dazzled all who saw her.

The surrounding gamblers all turned to look at her, some with astonishment and others with lust.

The roulette wheel spun around, a faint smile played on the woman's lips. She seemed to always wear a smile, but a closer look revealed a hint of coldness.

First try, luckily she said yes.

Tens of millions of chips, it wasn't a small amount. She put all her capital and winnings on the table, betting one last time. The dealer's smile stiffened as he looked at these terrifying chips.

It's rare to see someone play roulette with such high stakes. All the chips in her hand were the casino's highest denomination, worth five million pounds each. With every throw, it was tens of millions on the line. Money isn't played like this.

He had won several hands in a row, accumulating hundreds of millions in chips. The banker's forehead was dripping with sweat, his handkerchief almost soaked through.

The onlookers cheered, following the woman's bets, whatever she wagered they would wager too, it became a spectacle. Soon a crowd gathered, all eyes bloodshot, betting with desperation.

The woman stood among the group like a queen, unperturbed, with a piercing gaze that exuded dominance. Her smile was soft, yet it made people hesitant to approach her, afraid even to speak to her.

That lineup was like a constellation surrounding a single, brilliant star. She was the queen, giving orders and setting the tone.

In the casino's surveillance room, the manager frowned. He was an oriental man of medium build with thick hair and a serious demeanor. He instructed the staff to focus every camera on that roulette table, trying to figure out if the woman was cheating. Unfortunately, after watching for several rounds, he couldn't see anything suspicious.

The manager hurried downstairs.

Four people had taken turns acting as the banker, but the results were the same every time. It was simply too eerie. Some gamblers who wanted to recoup their losses and were feeling bold made hundreds of thousands, even tens of millions in an instant. This was London's largest underground casino, offering unlimited betting, so money came and went quickly.

The manager called a halt, and with great courtesy said to the woman, “This place is too noisy. Miss, you came here to have fun, why not enjoy yourself more We have gambling rooms; I wonder if you'd be interested”

Her eyes flickered with a captivating allure. She gently pressed her lips with a crimson nail polish, a soft smile playing on her lips, "Sure."

She was thrilled, but the other gamblers were feeling sorry for her. The manager gave the dealer a discreet look, the woman sneered, the gambler had won so much money, the smart ones would leave quickly or they'd lose it all soon enough.

She walked a few steps and asked with a smile, "I heard that the gambling king of Las Vegas is at the casino today. I wonder if he'd be interested in playing a game with me"

A new beginning! Feimo and Nuan Nuan are here in this volume too. This was written together.... walked out from inside.She was said to be a woman because she had auburn curly hair, delicate makeup, a slender figure, and was wearing a short windbreaker with trousers. She looked like an assassin...