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Chapter 90 Robbers
Ai Liang went to the courier station first and asked the staff there to bring all his luggage up to him.

Ai Liang spent the entire afternoon packing her luggage, doing a thorough cleaning of the house, and checking what household items she needed.

Before coming, Ai Liang booked a hotel room a whole week in advance, just in case.

He didn't cancel the lease after renting the house, and he didn't plan to move in immediately until all the household items were prepared.

A bare bed board and a narrow sofa—none of these are as comfortable as a hotel bed.

After finishing her tasks inside the house, Ai Liang took a taxi back to the hotel.

Ai Liang used her phone to let a few friends know that she had found a place to stay, then looked at the ceiling and slowly closed her eyes.

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The next day, ten o'clock in the morning.

Ai Liang's itinerary for today is to go to the Telecom Bank in Qianhua City to open a bank account.

Because the scholarships at Qianhua Experimental Middle School are deposited into students' bank cards, and the bank cards must be from a telecommunications bank that has a partnership with the school.

After all, the scholarship amount at Qianhua Experimental Middle School is quite substantial, and there will definitely be a fixed bank for the transfer.

Otherwise, with dozens of students, if one is from the postal service and the other from a commercial institution, it would be very troublesome for the school to transfer money, just like getting a pay card for a factory job.

Although the school can process the applications for all students after the start of the semester, they will still need to collect the students' citizenship cards at that time.

Ai Liang found it troublesome, so she planned to handle it herself in advance.

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Twenty minutes later, Ai Liang arrived at the telecommunications bank.

There weren't many people at the bank; there were only about ten people queuing in the lobby.

After Ai Liang explained his purpose to the lobby manager, the female manager, who had just turned thirty, warmly led him to an automatic card issuing machine.

Next to Ai Liang was a student who looked to be only fifteen or sixteen years old, who was also there to apply for a membership card.

However, his machine seemed to have a problem; the screen didn't respond no matter how he tapped it.

"Auntie, why isn't this machine working?"

The student appealed to the lobby manager for help.

The female manager, dressed in a business suit and wearing light makeup, frowned when she heard his shout.

Her excellent professionalism allowed her to maintain her smile.

Without batting an eye, she restored the page to its initial state, which directly resulted in all the identity information she had just filled out being lost.

The student paused for a moment, then said with a sour face, "Thank you, Auntie."

Gaba.

The lobby manager let out a long sigh, his brow twitching slightly.

Her fist immediately hardened, and a faint snapping sound came from between her fingers.

"Sister, I've filled out my application information. Could you please help me by pressing my fingerprint?"

With this scapegoat as an example, anyone who isn't stupid knows how to talk to this menopausal manager.

Ai Liang made way for the person to help her with her fingerprinting.

One second the manager was sulking, with an expression like a female ghost in a Category III horror movie, the next second when facing Ai Liang, she had transformed into a demure and gentle young lady.

No wonder people say women are born actresses; their ability to change expressions is unmatched, even by veteran Sichuan opera performers.

Ai Liang successfully obtained the bank card, but just as he was about to leave, a sudden change occurred.

Three masked men got out of an SUV with its license plate covered outside the bank, one of whom was carrying a travel bag.

They wore masks, long-sleeved black tight-fitting hoodies, black sweatpants, and black flat sneakers in the sweltering heat. They also wore leather gloves and had their wrists wrapped with tape.

On the steps leading in, their hands simultaneously reached for their waists.

Ai Liang sensed that something was wrong.

Sure enough, the three masked men rushed in the next moment.

boom!
"Everyone down! Hands over your heads!" The masked leader fired a shot toward the ceiling.

In that instant, Ai Liang couldn't help but secretly take out his phone to check the date. He felt as if he had returned to Nevada City ten years ago.

Three masked men, one at the entrance, one in the lobby, and the third rushed toward the iron gate leading to the front desk. He kicked open the half-closed gate, entered the front desk area, and took the front desk staff hostage.

The three of them had a clear division of labor and were well-trained.

The people in the hall first gasped in surprise, and then began to flee in panic.

Someone tried to escape from the bank but was stopped by a masked man guarding the door, who punched him in the head.

"Step back! Hands behind your head and squat down! If you want to die, I don't mind granting your wish!"

The masked man at the entrance, brandishing a gun, roared and slowly forced the crowd back.

The three men showed no mercy when they attacked, spreading fear wantonly.

One of the front desk staff members was leaning against the wall, his hands covered in blood and his nose in his hand, while another staff member next to him was frantically stuffing money into a travel bag.

The robber, who had entered the counter area, stood aside and spoke to the person handling the money: "I won't let you open the safe because I know you don't have the authority. You just need to help me load all the cash from the counter, OK?"

The robber's tone was very calm, a complete contrast to when he had just brutally beaten another staff member.

This is a method used by habitual robbers.

They generally do not threaten, yell at, or physically abuse their assistants. Instead, they calmly and even gently persuade their assistants to follow their orders.

This is a practical application of Stockholm theory.

The masked man in charge of controlling the crowd in the lobby walked up to Ai Liang with a gun, pointed it at the lobby manager, and asked, "What is the timer setting on the security door?"

The lobby manager was trembling with fear. She stammered, "Five...five minutes..."

Snapped!
He slapped the manager across the face, and a trickle of blood seeped from the manager's mouth.

The masked man sneered and whispered in her ear, "Behave yourself! I know it's three minutes!"

The masked man deliberately asked a question he already knew the answer to, in order to see if the bank staff were prepared to obey.

He was clearly not satisfied with the result.

"The police have received the message, hurry up!" the masked man said.

Ai Liang heard a faint communication sound through the masked man's earpiece.

At this moment, the masked man suddenly grabbed the student next to Ai Liang, put his arm around his neck, and pressed a pistol against his forehead.

"Third brother, hurry up! Take the men and get out of here!"

The masked man in the lead shouted something into the headset.

After saying that, the masked man guarding the door took out two bottles of strong disinfectant from his pocket and sprayed them in the hall.

It seems that something like chili peppers was added to the disinfectant. After the liquid evaporated, it emitted a pungent smell, and several people in the lobby couldn't help but sneeze because of the irritation.

Meanwhile, the masked man inside the counter was doing the same thing.

After spraying disinfectant, the masked man and the masked man guarding the door rushed out together.

The masked man called "Third Brother" behind the counter had just finished loading his money. He rushed out of the counter but paused for a moment as he passed the self-service card issuing machine.

"Damn it," the third brother cursed under his breath.

Just like the masked man who had just led the group, he used the same method to subdue Ai Liang.

However, in the instant she stood up, Ai Liang took advantage of the masked man's inattention and snatched her phone from the lobby manager's pocket, giving her a knowing look.

At this moment, Ai Liang's feelings were very complicated.

He was the one who had always been the one to kidnap others; this was the first time he had been kidnapped.

Am I just incompatible with Chika City?
Ai Liang, who had been shoved into the back seat, pondered to herself.

(End of this chapter)