Meanwhile, across the ocean, in the office of a CIA project team.1

Fick watched helplessly as the auction item was taken by a mysterious buyer, kicking the table in frustration. "Damn it!"0

It was the third time he had done it that day.0

The table legs were almost crippled from his kicks, yet it didn't ease the frustration within him.0

4 million silver coins!0

Where did such a massive bid come from?0

"The timing was too rushed, and it coincidentally happened during the temporary one-day suspension... There was simply no room to do anything within that short amount of time." The trader sitting in front of the computer wore a pained expression.3

He had been working non-stop for nearly 24 hours straight, and now, he encountered such a frustrating situation, leaving him mentally and physically exhausted.0

A colleague sitting nearby shook his head. "... We've almost bought up all the silver coins from the speculators. No matter how much we raise the price, it's useless without transaction volume."0

"We haven't run out of bullets, yet the battle is already over... Shit, I've never been so frustrated with a market!" The trader scratched his head.0

"What's even more frustrating is that we’re not the only ones placing...0