Chapter 19 “Professional Team”

In the morning, there was chaos inside the bank in New York.

Looking at these armed robbers, panic almost appeared on everyone's face.

Of course, not everyone here was afraid. Bai Ye observed the expressions of everyone in the bank.

In addition to himself, there was another man at the scene who was not afraid in the face of danger. He subconsciously touched his waist with his right hand. He was probably a member of the underworld who came to do things like himself.

‘Hurry up and grab the money, be quick and agile. ’ Bai Ye held his head in his hands and huddled with a group of hostages, praying in his heart.

He was not worried at all about the loss after his money was robbed. After all, this was not robbing his own money, it was just a slap in the mutant's face.

If this group of people really gets away with it, this bank affiliated with the Brotherhood will really have no prestige at all.

To go out and do long-term business, you rely on credibility. Even terrorists must be honest. If they say they will kill someone, the whole family will not miss one.

Bai Ye was sure that after this group of robbers walked out of the bank door, the mutants who felt offended would be able to find this group of people that night, and after crushing their ashes, they would of course return all the money they had robbed. .

So at this moment, he hoped that these stupid young people would quickly grab all the money and get out, so that the matter could be resolved more smoothly.

"Hurry up, take out all the cash receipts in the bank now, and cooperate obediently. Don't press the alarm, otherwise you will be beaten to death." The robber threatened the staff at the counter with a submachine gun in his hand.

While the robber was speaking, gunfire erupted in the bank the next moment, sparking a scream.

The security guard who wanted to fight back in the dark was shot several times and fell to the ground. The robber who fired the gun also cried out while covering his bleeding waist.

"Scott." Seeing that his companion was shot, the robber who had pointed the gun at the customer service immediately shouted worriedly, and then surrounded him, not even taking the money, but nervously caring about his companion at this moment. Injury.

"Aris, ask customer service to open the vault inside first. We don't have much time." The robber guarding the hostages urged.

"I won't steal the money anymore. Let's go. I'll take you to the hospital now." The robber Aris didn't listen at all, but supported Scott and said.

"Leave me alone, go and grab the money. My injury is not fatal, the money is more important." The robber clutched his wound in pain and urged.

white night:'……'

Bai Ye, who was watching the whole process, was confused. How could he meet such a weirdo? Brother, this is robbing a bank. Do you think this is a Qiong Yao drama? Are you still trying to steal money?

After some dithering, these people finally started to rob the bank step by step. On one side, they held the bank manager hostage and opened the vault, while on the other side they looted the cash at the counter.

But seeing the other party's reckless actions, Bai Ye's blood pressure rose. The robber in front of the counter was so unprepared that he took away all the cash stored inside at once.

You must know that in order to call the police immediately after a robbery, some banks will set up trigger alarms under the cash at the counter, so experienced gangs usually put a few pieces of paper when withdrawing money.

Now, it goes without saying that the police department has received news from these idiots and is ready to dispatch the police.

Here, several robbers still knew nothing about the situation. Under the leadership of the manager, they opened the vault, and their eyes shone when they looked at the cash, gold, bills, and piles of valuables inside.

As everyone knows, the valuables in the vault are all goods stored by various gangs. Now looting the vault is equivalent to directly offending half of the New York gangsters. The last person who dared to do this can't even find a decent organ.

Sure enough, just as these people were rushing around for money, after a series of mental operations by these people, in less than three minutes, before they could fill the sacks with money, a rapid siren sounded outside the bank. Seven or eight police cars surrounded the place on the spot.

"Boss, we are surrounded by police." A robber said in a panic.

"Damn it, didn't I say that the police were holding a press conference today? How could it come so fast?" the robber leader said angrily.

"Fuck..." Bai Ye, who was hiding in the crowd, rolled his eyes. He said that this was the reason why these people chose this time to attack.

Although I have been addicted to fitness during this period and have no idea about this press conference, I can think about it with my head. Could it be that if the boss holds a press conference, his employees will have a holiday?

The entire New York City covers more than 1,000 square kilometers, has a total of 77 police stations, and more than 30,000 official police officers. What on earth are these people thinking in their brains, and don’t they do any research?

This is no longer an amateur team. In addition to being skilled in marksmanship and strong in body, Bai Ye suspects that their brains have been occupied by muscles.

At this moment, Bai Ye had completely resigned himself to his fate and just squatted aside watching the six or seven robbers perform monkey tricks.

Anyway, with his current physical condition, if he didn't want to be exposed, he wouldn't be afraid of killing these people in a matter of minutes.

"People inside, come out. You are surrounded. Hurry up, put down your weapons and surrender." The police outside shouted inside with a loudspeaker, and their repeated urgings made the faces of the robbers gloomy.

"Brother, what should I do?" A robber's face looked extremely pale behind his mask.

"Talk to them and ask them to prepare a van for us, and then we leave here with the hostages." The robber leader said, looking at the customer squatting in the corner, and fell in love with Bai Ye at a glance.

"You, come here!" the leader pointed at Bai Ye with a submachine gun.

"Me?" Bai Ye was stunned for a moment, not expecting anything to happen to him, but he still got up and walked out obediently.

"Yes, you are here to be a hostage. When you stand at the door and make terms with them later, we will point the gun at you from behind and shoot you if you dare to run around." The leader affirmed, looking at Bai Ye's face.

"Oh." Bai Ye nodded, wasn't he just being a hostage?

At the same time, reporters from various newspapers gathered on a building in Times Square in New York. Each of these people looked at Director George on the stage with long guns and short cannon equipment, and asked one after another very guiding questions.

Because I had already understood the urinary nature of these media, and had memorized the draft last night, I responded smoothly. But the next moment, the deputy director ran up in a panic from the side and whispered quickly into George's ear. A few words.

"What, the Ranchel Bank in New York was also robbed?" George confirmed, a little nervous.

As soon as the words fell, the eyes of the reporters in the audience suddenly lit up.

"Click! Click! Click!"

Countless reporters pressed the shutter on their cameras, and with the dazzling light, the panicked images of the chief and deputy directors on the stage were immediately recorded.