"Silver!"
A middle-aged man with slicked-back hair, gold-rimmed glasses, and a suit pointed to the map and explained.
"Whitefish Town, Champion Racecourse has recently purchased a large amount of physical silver from the market. As far as I know, there is already silver worth up to 2.72 million US dollars stored in the stables; another 13 million US dollars of silver will arrive in the next day or two."
In downtown Seattle, in the living room of a wooden villa, eight people are plotting to seize Champion Racecourse.
Looking closely at them, one might mistake them for a group of downtrodden people, but they were all dressed like successful individuals, wearing designer watches and exuding the air of respectable gentlemen.
“Why not rob them on the street? The racecourse is in a remote l
