King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer-Chapter 1829 - 1509: A Terrible Scene

Capítulo 1829: Chapter 1509: A Terrible Scene

The battle inside the Federal Reserve Bank could be described as lackluster…

Forced to the brink, Tim Bolton took the vault’s management hostage, coercing them into halting the manual closing of the vault doors.

Even the people inside the vault were cooperative with them, and the security guards there didn’t put up much resistance, as they knew well that the gold couldn’t be carried away from here.

Since the elevator for visitors and staff had been shut down by Tim Bolton himself, the other freight elevator required those transporting gold to wear specially made iron shoes, pushing a custom-sized cart to pass the electronic inspection inside the elevator before it would move upward.

Besides some electronic scanning equipment in the visitor area, the actual vault inside didn’t have particularly high-tech security measures.

Simply regulating the size of the cart could limit the amount of gold transported each time, and after verification by three departments and receiving approval, the gold could be moved via the freight elevator.

It seems not very secure, but the vault’s security system is entirely independent.

Thanks to its location 25 meters underground, below sea level, and surrounded by solid granite, tunneling in from any underground direction was impossible, so vault security only needed to cover two points on the ground to ensure the safety of the gold underground.

Therefore, most high-tech equipment and personnel were actually above ground, while the underground vault had few special measures.

The impulsive and relatively simple-minded Tim Bolton didn’t consider the risks he faced when rushing out of the freight elevator.

He was stunned by the ferocious firepower of Boss Joe and his group. Eager to lead his crew to escape, he was uninterested in tangling with Boss Joe at the vault door. Soon, he was subdued by Boss Joe carrying numerous flashbang grenades.

Using flashbang grenades within the confined space of an underground vault is a rather inhumane action.

When Tim Bolton’s people squeezed into the vault, opened the vault door, and attempted to use tools to open the freight elevator, a series of flashbangs and smoke grenades exploded within the underground space…

The smoke obscured the view of surveillance equipment, and the loud explosions left most people unconscious instantaneously. The few who endured showed symptoms of concussion.

At this point, let alone retaliation; standing steady became a struggle…

There was nothing left to fight!

Boss Joe didn’t pursue a complete annihilation at this moment. He summoned Dorian and his team to rush in during the smoke clouding, capturing those gunmen from the Bolton family. Then he took a quick tour inside the vault…

The vault, about half a football field in size, was divided into 122 small rooms; the smallest held 700 tons of gold, and the largest was the room for public viewing and foreign institutions to verify gold security…

This room neatly housed approximately 4000 tons of gold!

Due to the presence of surveillance cameras in the vault, Joe Ga didn’t “tour” the other rooms but feigned curiosity and wandered around the large vault. As the smoke dissipated, he pretentiously raised his phone to take a selfie with the gold…

Boss Joe’s action of swapping gold using external tools was incredibly swift…

He had detailed dimensions of the gold bars here, quickly fabricated identical-looking gold bars using external tools beforehand. Under the cover of smoke, he swiftly swapped 600 pieces of 12.5 kilograms of gold bars on two 15-meter-long shelves, totaling about 7.5 tons of gold.

Then Joe Ga used radio to call the police and began waiting…

The battle on Wall Street had already ended…

The gunmen kidnapped to target Monica by the Indians were taken out by Boss Joe and his team at the entrance of the clubhouse before they could act.

The gunmen from the Bolton family looked professional, but they were consistently led by the nose.

Soldiers entering a battlefield preset by opponents face an inevitable outcome!

And one particularly ironic point is, regardless of which side’s gunmen, their firepower wasn’t as fierce as P.B.’s!

The Bolton family members were battle-hardened soldiers, but in reality, their so-called combat experiences in the past regardless they were in Aqionghan or eventually went to Syria, never involved real wars, with most engagements being small-scale police actions…

With local troops covering them and air force support, the sides combined less than 100 participants could be deemed a campaign…

These so-called elites of the Bolton family were theoretically quite formidable… 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

Due to their identity and professional characteristics, they were more aggressive and could even pressure the retired HRT led by ‘Spur’.

Yet compared to the others from P.B., they’re not even competitors in the same race.

It’s not that their shooting skills or training levels were insufficient, but the experiences everyone went through were different!

Real combat, real combat, real combat…

P.B.’s frontline soldiers could be considered battle-hardened and fought in medium to high-intensity battles.

The retired HRT from ‘Spur’, even these super elite trained by the FBI, couldn’t match P.B.’s combat pace.

With the same weapon preparation, P.B.’s personnel would ensure they pressed the upper limit Boss could secure their retreat cleanly.

With the same tactical choices, P.B.’s personnel would appear more ferocious.

Under the same battlefield circumstances, P.B.’s personnel would utilize high-power weapons to simplify the fight.

The Jackal leading the Big Beards guarding inside the Citibank, as defenders, used grenades 20 times more than their opponents…

The Bolton family gunmen thought carrying two offensive grenades made them invincible, while Jackal and his mates dared to use the complex building structure for cover and toss defensive grenades like firecrackers inside the bank.

How is anyone going to fight against that?

When the New York SWAT, prompted by higher-ups, teamed with P.B.’s retired HRT squad to break into Citibank, these New York elites couldn’t help but take a deep cold gasp.

It was too brutal!

This urban battle resembled a world war with dismembered limbs occupying nearly 1000 square meters of the bank lobby…

All the glass shattered, and the chandelier worth hundreds of thousands fell to the floor, with supposedly luxurious crystal ornaments scattered everywhere while bullet and shrapnel holes marred floors, walls, and ceilings…

And amid such carnage, over twenty ragged corpses gathered in the lobby, a group of soldiers with a distinct Russian style even took photos in front of the bodies.

Several young SWAT, upon witnessing the scene, almost instinctively raised their guns, aiming at those Russian retirees who looked more villainous than any antagonist.

In their concept, unless something catastrophic like an engineering mishap or a traffic accident occurs, human bodies shouldn’t end up in such states.

Both sides wore bulletproof vests; a gunshot would leave no more than a hole, but those limbs visibly lost in explosions and heads missing from post-gunshot efforts were too shocking!

Who were the real terrorists?

Amid the confusion felt by these SWAT members, ‘Jackal’ stepped forward, patted some of his nervous comrades, ignored the SWAT aiming their guns, moved to ‘Spur’, and greeted him with a fist bump and hug, saying in a hoarse, low voice, “Your HRT is still so lousy…”

‘Spur’ glanced at the corpses on the ground, sighed, blocked his companions’ line of fire, gesturing for them to calm down, then said to ‘Jackal’, “Depp took his group to support the Boss. Shall we switch location…”

After saying this, ‘Spur’ watched as a Big Beard maliciously kicked a corpse, causing a body with a severed leg to twitch slightly, hearing small screams from someone, and those Big Beards collectively laughed mockingly at the inexperienced SWAT…

Seeing the atmosphere deteriorating slightly, ‘Spur’ pulled ‘Jackal’ aside, saying, “Have your men step back, leave the scene to the police.

Outside are ‘Ladder of Light’ assassins, and we need to ensure the Boss safely leaves the Federal Reserve Bank.”

‘Jackal’ sneered, “What use could those so-called assassins be…”

With that, ‘Jackal’ turned to look at the bank staff and guests exiting under the guidance of bank security…

His gaze swept over the ‘panicked’ Anna, ensuring she and the others were safely escorted out by the police, then gestured to his men before leading them out of the bank lobby…

Following, ‘Jackal’ and ‘Spur’ led their teams jogging to the Federal Reserve Bank’s entrance, leaving half to guard the entrance and the other half entering the Federal Reserve Bank’s lobby…