From Ocean Goldmine to Billionaire

My name is Leo. One minute, I'm on a rooftop in Sicily, pulling the trigger on a ninefigure bounty job done. The next minute, a flash of white and boom—I'm back in 2009, inheriting a mountain of local debt. The worst way to start a new life. My hands instinctively looked for my suppressed M1911. Nothing, then I rememberedI'm not a ghost in the shadows anymore. I'm stuck in the body of some 20something local loser who happens to share my name, and now I'm the one holding his bill. The guy's boxing stance is full of openings; I could escape this room in two seconds, but looking at their desperate, angry faces, they're just innocent victims who got cleaned out. Fine, I'll clean up this mess. Screaming at me gets you zero dollars. Call the sheriff, I go to jail. you get nothing. Give me three months, every single cent, principal interest, all of it back in your hands. Walk out now; you get zero. Wait 90 days, and you get paid. Your call is fine, but we're signing IODs—legal ones, all of us. I sign every single one, name by name, dollar by dollar. I'll clear this every single dollar. Trust me. They grab the papers and leave, I stare at the stack of paper still left on the table, let out a short bitter laugh. Worst spawn point ever. Can I still do my old job here I don't know, but just as I started scanning my memory for a few high value targets to hunt, my head suddenly started ringing. Mud Flats, White Sand Bay, massive dungness crab swarm detected, value rating three stars, holy shit. It's a system, a marine intel system, my golden ticket, a million dollar debt, this thing can wipe it out in weeks. It's 9 a. m. The tide is perfect. Let's ride! I start packing my gear, packing it fast. Suddenly, the door is kicked open, and a guy charges in looking completely aggressive.

The pier market crowded. loud check the claws look at the size buying these crabs will open your eyes word. I'm standing in a cloud of fish guts watching my only friend perform a terrible rap for confused tourists but business is booming a huge crowd mobs the stall staring at the giant octopus in awe. holy crap look at that size how much. whoa back up. No standard pricing today; giant Pacific octopus bidding starts at 200 bucks. Suddenly. an aggressive horn blares. A sleek silver Bmw drives onto the boardwalk, forcing people to scatter. Tommy whispers to me that the man stepping out is Mr. Kane. the biggest boss on this coast. Every highend restaurant answers to him. Other vendors immediately swarm Kane like vultures"Mr. Kane, fresh coral trout, wild geoducks! "Get that garbage out of. my face Kane stops dead in front of our stall locking his eyes on the giant octopus he smirks. at I've been looking for a Pacific octopus this pristine for three months Name your price for the whole. stall kid Two grand Mr Kane cash and we'll load it into your trunk ourselves. Done, pack them up. You'll quickly load everything into the Bmw's. trunk on. day one of the reboot. Two thousand bucks in less than six hours, bro. Damn right, we're on fire now! Young.

Giant Pacific octopus premium quality. I've seen this exact size at a penthouse restaurant in Manhattan, $300 a plate, and that was just for a single tentacle. Tommy, do you know any local seafood dealers? Screw the dealers; they'll rip us off! We're going straight to the pier market. Rent a stand, sell them live and keep all the cash Let's go. I see so that's how the market works here. We arrived at the bustling Pier Market, Tommy dragged me straight past the crowds. "Uncle Frank, my man, we need a popup stall right now. "Look. what we got! Look at you two knuckleheads covered in mud. You actually catch anything out of the flats? Ah, nothing crazy, Uncle Frank. Just a light 200 pounds of premium dengue. Cut the crap, Tommy! 200 pounds? Why don't you tell me you caught a giant Pacific octopus while you're at it? Look with your eyes open, old man. Boom! Giant Pacific octopus40 pounds of pure cash. Well, I'll be damned the king of the bay you boys actually pulled it. off Tommy was already trapped in his own world All right rap. star stop screaming. Uncle Frank, we need that prime spot near the entrance. The lunch rush is starting. Stall number 4, right at the front. Go, go make your money, kids!

My muscles tensed instantly, then a memory flashed in my headTommy, this body's childhood friend, a local loudmouth, selfproclaimed SoundCloud rapper, and the town's number one punk. Tommy, what are you doing here? No rap battles today, no dropping fire tracks. Man, those clowns at the community center—they ain't ready for the king. Look, I heard those guys from down the block came to shake you down. You good bro, they touch you, I'm fine man, hard to kill. You showed up at the perfect time, I just got word on a massive Dendigis crab swarm over at the East Mudflats, you in? Hell yeah, bro, let's get that freaking bag, let's move now. He didn't even wait for me to answer, he literally dragged me out and threw me into his beat up truck. He blasted down the highway toward the mud flats. Halfway there, something finally clicked in his brain, and he turned to look at me with pure suspicion. "Hold up, Leo! You've been locked in your room depressed all day. How the hell do you know about a crab swarm? " "Shut up and drive, Tommy. You'll see when we get there. ". We hit the muddy flats, crabs are crawling everywhere, Tommy completely loses his mind. Yo holy shit look at this we're rich bro we are filthy. rich I just raise a hand cutting his noise off instantly. I crouched by a deep mud hole. Oval shape, fresh mud pellets outside; it's a big guy. I dig deep into the mud, pulling out a massive, aggressive. dangerous crab. Holy shit! That crab is huge. You found the king of the crabs; that's easily over two and a half pounds. This is just the appetizer. I tossed the crab into the bucket and walked toward a massive, halfburied piece of driftwood in the mud. Fresh water is pushing out from underneath, I reach deep under the heavy driftwood battling the suction and rip out the giant octopus. Look, giant octopus, we're rich.

I took Tommy out for a massive steak dinner to split the cash. I gave him his $400 cut, laying down the rules for our new partnership. Man, screw SoundCloud! I am your cocaptain for life. Let's get this money, Leo! After we stuffed our faces, Tommy drops me off. Walking up to my house, I notice the lights inside are burning. I freeze; my killer instincts put me on high alert. I slowly push open the front door. A stack of change hits my face. Where the hell have you been? That's 300 bucks I begged for it! Take it and stop ruining your. life, Lisa, my older sister. Heart of gold, but her stress levels are always lethal. I didn't say a word; I just slapped Mr. Kang's two grand in cash onto the table. Oh my God! Where did you rob this. from How far away are the cops? I caught a premium giant octopus, legally. Sam, wake up, get your ass over to Leo's right now, you're going fishing. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry, I definitely wasn't planning on pulling an allnighter, so I forced them to wait until morning. The system refreshes. Intel 1 is perfect for a quick shore harvest. Intel 2 requires a boat, which will waste time and drain our energy for the highvalue Intel 3 tonight. Skimming, we focus on the reef. The moment I step outside, Tommy and my giant brotherinlaw Sam are already waiting. Yo Leo, we got a cheat code for today. Blocking my driveway with Sam's pickup truck, we drive to the coast and climb over jagged boulders. Follow me! Get your arms ready. A desolate, empty stretch of ocean opens up before us. Why is this spot completely abandoned? I have no time to answer him. I cast my heavy rod deep into the surging surf. Three seconds later, the rod tip violently slams down. Fish on! Holy crap! A massive red rockfish! That's a monster!