America: Starting with Daily Intelligence-Chapter 449 - 228: Plan Execution_3

"Time’s almost up. Our friend should be showing up soon! Guys, get ready for a quick battle! We’ve got less than fifteen minutes, maybe even less!" Old Jack glanced at the time, it was already 9:05, the bank had officially opened, and all the employees had clocked in.

Many people were lining up at the front door, continuing to walk into the bank, still eager to withdraw money!

But the old bank here has no surplus.

All taken away by the damn major shareholders, how could there be money for them?

Allen Zhang also got out of the car, had Bailey disguise a bit, pretending to be a passerby noc entering the bank through the front door, and he himself took a handbag out of the trunk, tossed it to Sieg, and put on a ruffian’s mask. Gave Blitz an ok gesture.

Blitz immediately began to crack the bank’s surveillance mainframe. Bailey also wearing a mask and a cap, decked in a thick coat, swaggered through the front door of Wells Fargo Bank.

Soon he effortlessly took down the bank network, Blitz used a Trojan virus, causing all the bank’s computers and cameras to go down. The staff were dumbfounded, how come all the screens turned to static? How many years has it been since they’ve seen this stuff?

They hurried to contact the bank supervisor.

Bailey sat next to the door, head down playing with his phone, looking totally unconcerned.

Soon, the vault supervisor came down from upstairs, inquired about the situation, checked the stalled computers, and confidently said: "No worries, it’s just a problem with the signal box, I’ll make a call and get someone to fix it. Bring me the toolbox, I’ll first go check the back."

The bank employees didn’t doubt the supervisor’s words and quickly brought the toolbox, solicitously caring: "Supervisor, do you need our help?"

"No need, just continue to pacify the customers, trust me, everything will be restored soon!"

The supervisor, like a general on stage, his body adorned with flags, took the toolbox and headed towards the back door corridor, pulled out the key to internally unlock the security door, and pushed open the green door.

As soon as he stepped out, he saw several masked robbers, carrying handbags, blocking the doorway.

The black muzzle was directly pressed against his forehead.

"OMG!!"

The vault supervisor was startled, even though he was mentally prepared, he didn’t expect them to be so fierce, directly pressing a loaded gun against his head, what if it accidentally fired?

"Heey!! Bloody hell!!" Old Jack, wearing a green villain mask, came up, grabbed the vault supervisor by the collar, and with a clang pushed him against the door.

He then forcefully dragged him out, immediately making him fall like a dog eating shit.

Ha ha laughed: "If I never see you again, then good morning, good afternoon, and good night!!"

Pressed the muzzle against his face. "These are Jim Carrey’s lines from The Truman Show, like them? Sir?"

"I probably won’t like them..." The vault supervisor grimaced, his hands chafed, whispering: "Hey! I have a status too, we’re all in the same boat here, and there are no cameras, you guys don’t need to treat me like this, right?"

"What did you say? I didn’t hear!" Old Jack sneered.

Directly kicked him, grabbed a jackhammer and aimed at the nearby electric box, bang bang two shots, steel balls flying, debris scattering. "Get up fast!! Buddy, the festivity has begun!! Woo-hoo!!!"

Bullets grazed his scalp, the vault manager was scared to pee.

Couldn’t help but curse: "Madman!! Fxxk!! You’re simply a madman!! Are you going to kill me?"

Allen and Sieg exchanged a glance, damn, this old guy truly is a professional ruffian, look at his work ethic! Making it look so real!!

The dogs passing by Old Jack even deserve two slaps. Who can tell the difference here?

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