America: Starting with Daily Intelligence-Chapter 451 - 229 Curtain Call_2

That masked ruffian’s punch made stars flash before his eyes; he even saw his own great-grandmother.

If it weren’t for the passphrase the other party said, he might have thought that a real gang of bandits had come! fгeewёbnoѵel_cσm

Although, in some sense, they really had...

"Ok ok, I can give you the password." The vault manager had resigned himself to fate; given what had happened, he was just the scapegoat anyway, so he might as well cooperate and announced the vault password in front of everyone.

"Alright, to prevent you all from running around, I’m now going to need you to keep quiet!" Old Jack, cruel with few words, pulled out the clay explosives and stuck them to the entrance door, laughing, "If any cops come later, remind them not to get too close! And don’t any of you think about running away, or else... Boom!!"

The hostages were stupefied with fear, never having seen such a desperado who didn’t value life.

"Three minutes have already been wasted; hurry up and go get the money from the vault." Allen Zhang instructed Bailey to continue guarding the first-floor lobby, while he took Sieg and the vault manager upstairs, Old Jack following closely behind.

They soon arrived unimpeded at the biometrically locked security door. The vault manager shakily extended his hand to unlock it, but due to excessive sweating, the unlock attempt failed.

Old Jack, also growing impatient, pushed the manager aside, "Get up! You’re too slow!"

He promptly attached the clay explosives, set up the detonators and fuse, then turned and sprinted behind some cover, reminding everyone, "The explosion’s about to happen! Remember to find cover!!"

The vault manager, upon seeing this, was dumbfounded.

Like, seriously?

Are you here to rob the place or to bomb the bank? Did it offend you?

Are you doing this on purpose or by accident!

Allen Zhang was crouching in a corner with the hostages and Sieg.

Old Jack, giving no hoots, pressed the detonator. Accompanied by the pleasant beeping sounds, the countdown began, and the next second—a loud bang resounded! Flames shot up, dust billowed.

"Cough cough cough..." The vault manager was choking, tears streaming down.

With a sooty face, he looked at the blasted open security door, both shocked and furious, exclaiming, "Shit! The bank’s loss this time is too great!!"

"What are you talking about? We’re here for the money in the vault; of course your losses are going to be massive. Did you think we came here for a drive-through?"

Allen Zhang retorted disdainfully, picking the man up and marching him down the blasted corridor; a minute later, they arrived at the vault door.

Seeing the familiar door, the vault manager breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that his mission was ending, and if he didn’t stop the bleeding, he feared he’d die from the pain.

He hastily entered the password manually, turning left three times and right once, with a click, the vault door unlocked. A relieved smile appeared on his face, "Ok, gentlemen, the vault is opened..."

Before he could finish, Allen Zhang delivered a punch straight to his jaw. The vault manager’s world turned black as his eyes rolled back, neatly collapsing to the ground.

"Ok! Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Manager, you can log off now." Allen Zhang flexed his wrist, grabbed the door handle, and yanked the vault door open, revealing the glitteringly decorated interior.

He stepped in for a look and noticed that it was very different from the vault decor at the Little Rock entertainment complex; not dazzlingly luxurious but rather cold, all steel.

He looked at the neat stacks of paper currency on the counter; five million US dollars just lying there!

The glass containers weren’t even locked, and all the safety doors and safes were ajar, practically empty. Anything of value had long been removed by the bank’s executives, such as private documents and share contracts, which definitely weren’t left for them.

Allen Zhang was speechless.

Sieg also commented, "There isn’t much of a challenge to this mission; I feel completely disrespected by the bank regarding my ruffian identity!"

"Buddy, do you really want to experience the hellish difficulty of Lancaster City? We should be thankful for what we’re earning," Old Jack was only interested in the cash, nothing else mattered.

He slung his gun and lunged forward, begin to frantically stuff cash into a bag.

Laughing uproariously: "Whatever we can take, we take. This money is all ours!!"

Sieg also couldn’t help being excited and quickly joined the looting frenzy.

The General Sect Leader also grabbed a bag and joined the raid, the three of them grabbing handfuls of paper currency to fill their bags. The handbags swelled like balloons, visibly inflating and bulging.

After filling several backpacks, Allen Zhang also used a cart from the vault, took out a few inflatable tote bags, and piled the money bags on top; the accumulated stacks looked to be in the dozens.

"From the outside, this looks like several tens of millions of dollars’ worth! After all, we’re supposed to be carrying fifty million dollars in gold; how could it just be a few backpacks, casually carried away."

Details determine success or failure!

Old Jack gave a thumbs up, "I hadn’t thought of those details. Young man, you’re meticulous!"

"I’m a frickin’ 9 inches, thicker than an eggplant. Whom are you talking about?" The General Sect Leader responded discontentedly.

"I know you’re capable. But your strength shouldn’t be spent squabbling with an old man like me; perhaps you could try conquering the daughter of my distant cousin?" Old Jack’s mouth twitched as he spoke.

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