The Ghost in the Dark Night: The Ultimate Revenge Strategy

Inside the Serious Crime Unit of Scotland Yard, everyone was filled with elation, as if victory was just around the corner. After all, not long ago, they had thought that catching the "Ghost" within a short period of time was almost impossible. But who could have imagined that a single express delivery form would turn the situation around so drastically. As long as the "Ghost" showed up, the operation on the front line was bound to succeed, and they could then raise their glasses in celebration.

However, amidst all this elation, there were a few clear-headed people who were worried and not optimistic about this operation. For example, Sebastian Gray.

At this moment, he was sitting on a chair, with his head lowered in deep thought and his brows furrowed, standing in sharp contrast to the excitement of those around him.

"This isn't right. Something's wrong," he muttered to himself in a low voice.

"Since Margaret was released, we would definitely arrange for someone to keep an eye on her. The 'Ghost' couldn't possibly not think of this. So, why is he still doing this? Is he short of money? Even if he is, he shouldn't be this stupid. Where exactly is the problem?"

He went over his train of thought again: "The 'Ghost' is short of money and needs to get a sum of money from Margaret. That makes sense. Crimes also require funds, so it's reasonable. Transferring money is definitely out of the question. No matter what means he uses, Alan Smith will definitely be able to trace him, even if it's a foreign account. So, it can only be cash. Asking Margaret to put the money in a safe place and then he takes the opportunity to pick it up, that also seems okay. Could it be that I'm overthinking it? Is this what they call 'Justice has long arms, and though they may be slow, they will never fail'?"

After a while, his pupils suddenly contracted, and he thought to himself, "The money, that's right, it's the money. The cash withdrawn from the bank all has serial numbers, and the 'Ghost' knows he can't use it even if he gets it. So, Margaret is deliberately trying to draw our attention!"

With this thought in mind, he suddenly stood up. "Damn it, we've fallen into a trap!"

Seeing this, everyone around looked at Sebastian with a puzzled expression on their faces.

"There's no time to explain! Send someone to Margaret's house immediately and check who has been to her house after she left. Hurry up!"

At the same time, in a park in the East End of London

Victor Black, fully camouflaged, emerged from the darkness and walked a few steps to a trash can. He looked around to make sure there was no one around, then quickly took out a large bag from the trash can, slung it over his shoulder, and then his figure gradually disappeared into the night.

Ten minutes later, he came out from the other side of the park, got into a black sedan, started the engine, and drove towards the abandoned industrial area in London. Only then did he let out a long sigh of relief.

"Thank goodness, it was a close call but no harm done."

To be honest, getting the money this time was a bit risky. Although the possibility of being caught was not high, it wasn't completely without risk. Fortunately, everything went smoothly, and the worst-case scenario didn't happen.

This was also a last resort. Without money, he couldn't continue his "hunting"; and to get money, he could only target Margaret, with no other choice.

Just as Sebastian had guessed, Victor needed money, but transferring it was definitely not an option, as it would attract the attention of the cyber technology experts. Although he wouldn't necessarily be caught, it would definitely leave clues, which was not conducive to his subsequent actions. Secondly, the cash withdrawn from the bank had serial numbers and couldn't be used either.

So, the money he got was not the cash that Margaret had withdrawn from the bank at all. Instead, it was clean money, untraceable cash.

As for how he managed to do it? It was simple, just a case of "secretly transporting supplies while feigning a frontal attack".

The Villa Area

As soon as Margaret got home, she rushed up to the second floor and burst into the study. There was a man in his forties looking at her with a worried expression on his face.

Seeing that the man was safe and sound, Margaret let out a sigh of relief, gently closed the door, and sat down opposite the man.

"Sister, tell me, what on earth happened?" the man asked in a low voice.

His name was Michael Brown, Margaret's biological brother, and apart from her parents and children, he was the only family member she had left.

Margaret didn't answer directly but instead asked, "Did you do everything I asked you to do? And, apart from you, does anyone else know about this?"

"As you said, the money is all clean and untraceable. I just put it in the place you mentioned. Everything went smoothly, and no one knows about it."

"Did you see anyone else at the park?"

"No, it's the middle of the night. Where would anyone come from?"

"Whew~"

Now, Margaret was finally completely at ease.

The little money that Victor wanted was of no importance to her at all. It was just a small sum, only a few hundred thousand pounds, and she didn't care about it. What she cared about was Michael. She was afraid that he would be implicated or be in danger.

Fortunately, Michael didn't know anything. He had just followed the agreement and put the money where it was supposed to be, and he knew nothing else.

"Little sister, tell your brother, what on earth happened? Ever since that bastard John Wilson died, you've been looking so worried. We grew up together, and I know you too well. Please tell your brother, okay? We're blood siblings. No matter what it is, your brother will take it on for you."

Hearing this, Margaret's eyes turned red, and she was deeply touched.

The brother and sister had a very close relationship since they were children. After getting married, Margaret had also helped Michael a great deal. One of the main reasons why John Wilson had a bad relationship with Margaret was that Margaret had taken too much care of Michael.

Margaret was very touched by what her brother said, but she still forced a smile. "Brother, it's really nothing. Please don't ask anymore."

"Little sister..."

Before Michael could say anything else, Margaret looked him straight in the eyes. "Brother, trust me. Not telling you is for the best for me, for you, for our parents, and for your nephew. But if I tell you, we'll all be in danger. Brother, please trust me, I'm begging you."

"Sigh!"

Just then, there was a knock on the door, and the voice of the nanny came from outside. "Madam, there are some policemen outside. They said they have something and asked me to open the door."

Hearing this, Margaret immediately composed herself and replied, "Okay, I see. Invite them in."

After saying that, she turned to look at Michael. "Brother, just tell the policemen as we agreed. Make sure you remember."

Michael nodded. He wasn't a fool and knew the seriousness of the matter.

Soon, the brother and sister walked out of the room and went downstairs.