Korean TV series: King of Peninsula 1997

Chapter 509 The Watchers
[The plot of "Top Secret Pursuit" is in progress. 】

[Story mission has been triggered: Fateful Duel]

[Fated Showdown: In the Korean police system, there is a special department that you helped to establish, called the Surveillance Squad.

The surveillance class only recruits detectives with superb analytical and tracking skills to assist the police in capturing cunning criminals and bringing them to justice.

Over the years, they have also made many significant achievements.

But their destined opponent, a highly intelligent criminal gang led by a highly intelligent leader, appeared.

Mission reward: Yellow entry*1]

"Top secret tracking." Li You raised his lips, "This is really a criminal gang that is worth admiring."

There is no way to use Banner's surveillance to your advantage, but a criminal who can match him can always be used.

Kinmen Security’s intelligence department still needs more talent to join.

The Teheran-ro branch building of Shinsung Savings Bank in Seoul.

The man in the black windbreaker standing on the roof of the tall building opposite looked at the watch on his wrist and silently glanced at another building in the distance.

Time is up.

The building in the distance had few windows. The entire building was a specially built parking lot. His parking place was on the third floor from the top.

A car parked at the edge of the parking garage exploded, affecting the edge of the building and igniting flames.

Many rocks and building debris fell down.

It was only nine o'clock in the morning, and many office workers were just coming out to buy coffee for their seniors after clocking in, so there were quite a few pedestrians on the road.

The man just looked coldly at the crowd below who were screaming and running around, with no emotion in his heart.

"An explosion occurred at the Hanwei parking lot in Yeoksam-dong. Please rush to the scene immediately with any patrol vehicles nearby."

The man looked at the building through the telescope, then moved the telescope to the road and looked at the patrolling police cars and rescue vehicles.

And
The black van that passed by these cars.

"action."

A black van stopped at the door of the bank opposite him, and three men wearing khaki hooded clothes and masks rushed out of the car.

The security guard at the door was knocked down by the butt of a gun.

The sunlight still reflects dazzling light through the glass door of the bank.

These three khaki figures rushed into the bank hall like sharp arrows.

Under the khaki hoodie and mask, there is a tense expression and sharp eyes.

From the moment they entered the door, they knocked down two security guards in a lightning speed, showing their professionalism.

The sound of gunfire cut through the usual noise in the bank.

The three men quickly fired their guns inside the bank and destroyed all of the bank's cameras within twenty seconds.

This was a carefully planned robbery and they certainly knew the bank well.

The employees in the bank heard the gunshots and looked for cover in fear, with panic written all over their faces.

The three robbers scattered, their guns pointed at the ceiling.

They fired at the ceiling, bullets punching through the drywall and kicking up a cloud of dust that exploded like fireworks overhead at night.

The sound of gunfire echoed throughout the hall, which was a warning to the employees present.

"Everyone, get to the corner!" one of them roared, his voice echoing in the tense air, "Hurry up!"

They didn't know where their boss was, and even the words he would say when he came in were arranged, so the robbery was just like a drill.

The last time I robbed that bank was just to try my hand, this time I'll rob a bank on a slightly larger scale.

A guest in a suit and tie had a red face and wide eyes.

"Don't shout!" He took a shotgun from a man in a khaki hood and fired at the glass wall of the bank, shattering it.

"Get over here!" He poked the bank manager's chest with the muzzle of the gun.

The bank manager wanted to stop him, but his instinct for survival made him raise his hands tremblingly and his body involuntarily walked over there.

The robbers approached step by step, with their weapons pointed at his head, and meticulously held this key figure hostage.

A robber rushed into the monitoring room and made sure that no one was there. Then he reported as required, "The hall has been controlled."

As a branch, there is not much money here, so there are not so many office staff and security personnel.

So in just two minutes, the entire bank was under their control.

This is also the reason why those who make the plan choose these branches.

They want to grasp the success rate rather than take risks.

But their goal is not that simple. This branch bank stores many private funds.

Each vault is roughly the size of a drawer.

"Prepare to enter the private vault," came the report from the other end through the robber's headset in the monitoring room.

He looked at the surveillance camera, which showed that two of his accomplices had already taken the bank manager hostage and entered the elevator.

Another robber held a gun and suppressed the bank lobby, "Take out your ID cards and cell phones! Let me see your hands!"

In the hall, the nervous middle-level employees panicked and squeezed into the corner as required, taking out their mobile phones and ID cards with pale faces and trembling bodies.

Everyone felt infinite fear; the professionalism of these robbers was visible to the naked eye.

The robbers in the monitoring room quickly took out all the surveillance tapes that had recorded them and stuffed them into their backpacks.

"Shit." The suited robber who had disguised himself as a customer pointed his gun at the manager coldly, "Stand up!" His voice was filled with an unquestionable command: "Take us to the vault!"

The manager slumped in a corner of the elevator, his face as pale as paper, and more sweat on his forehead than rain.

He didn't dare to hesitate for a moment, and crawled out of the open elevator door, his legs as light as lead moving them towards the vault.

The man in the windbreaker on the roof of the building outside was wearing two headphones, one for communicating with them and the other for listening to the fire department's radio.

"The fire has been brought under control and a second explosion is not expected."

"Hurry up," the man in the windbreaker monitored the street through a telescope, "try to evacuate within ten minutes."

"In addition to the police, we also have to avoid the Kinmen Group, which controls Jiangnan."

Now the entire bank has been taken control and the police are completely unaware.

He was on the roof, looking at the streets below and listening to the reports in the headset.

The bank manager had already entered the vault with the suited robber and a khaki hooded robber.

The robber in a suit rolled up his sleeves and looked at the vault or safe number written on his forearm.

“12、14、84、40、72。”

This is the safe they investigated, which was filled with a large number of bearer bonds.

The gangsters in suits opened the lids one by one.

Since only the owner of the house has the key to these safes, the bank manager only serves as a guide.

The suited gangster opened the covers, exposing the keyholes. "Ready."

The man in the khaki hood took out a drill from his backpack and began to quickly break open the cabinet door.

The gangster in suit knocked the bank manager unconscious with the butt of his rifle while he was working.

He still remembered the boss's warning not to kill anyone here.

After the locker door was broken, the bank alarm sounded.

The khaki bandit dropped the drill and checked his watch, "Three minutes!"

When the alarm reached the patrol car, the robbers shouted "one minute" and began to retreat.

"The alarm has been triggered at the Shinsung Bank in Samsung-dong. Patrol vehicles nearby are at the explosion site. We are requesting support from Cheongdam and Sincheon."

"We are at the intersection," the patrol officer reported. "Estimated arrival time: two minutes."

The man on the rooftop frowned and put down a one-minute alarm.

According to his calculations, the robbers were able to leave just one minute faster than the police.
The robbers in the monitoring room smashed all the screens with guns, took away the videotapes, and were waiting in the hall to evacuate.

But at this moment, a line that shouldn't have appeared came from the headset.

"What is this?" The robber in the khaki hood who had thrown away the drill was helping the man in the suit to load the things in the vault. After loading, he immediately set his eyes on the cash at the back and said, "It would be a shame if you don't take it!"

The man in the suit turned around, looking horrified, "What are you doing?"

"How can the money he gives us be enough for us to work so hard?"

"Are you crazy?" The man in the suit pulled him, "There's not enough time!"

With fifteen seconds left on the windbreaker man's watch on the rooftop, he only saw two people getting on the bus as planned.

The man in the windbreaker looked at the clock and saw the time had ended, his eyes becoming even colder.

The remaining two people delayed the evacuation.
They were a full thirty seconds late, which put their vehicle in the police's sight.

Even though they later boarded a black van, the police in the police car still caught them, and the sirens sharply cut through the tranquility of Seoul.

Including the driver, there were five robbers in total. They looked nervous. The robber in the black suit stared at the unruly robber without a smile on his face.

Several police cars whizzed past, chasing the speeding black vehicle.

The various turns left a series of sharp marks on the asphalt road.

But the heavy van really couldn't outrun the police car behind them.

At an intersection, when a garbage truck was about to be caught up, it crashed into two police cars.

Like a wolf among a flock of sheep, it rushed forward and hindered the pursuit.

Its sudden appearance put an end to the cat-and-mouse game.

The sound of the garbage truck slamming into the ground echoed through the busy street, and two police cars were forced onto their sides with a deafening bang of metal on concrete.

The black van took this opportunity to speed away like a wild horse, raising a cloud of exhaust gas and dust.

After a brief panic in the car, the robbers quickly regained their composure, with a smug smile on their faces.

“I almost got caught,” the driver breathed, a smile on his face.

"You're wasting time," the black suit robber looked at the man opposite him, "the truck driver who's covering us is likely to be found."

"No," the greedy robber across from him smiled smugly, "and we made so much money."

"Have you forgotten whose territory this is?"

"Golden Gate," the greedy robber waved his hand nonchalantly, "We are robbers, not gangsters, he can't control us."

"Besides, if the boss hadn't made a plan, how could we be caught?"

"You still know the boss?" The robber in suits was furious. "According to the agreement, it shouldn't be this thrilling!"

"Come on," the greedy robber didn't want to say anything more to him.

(End of this chapter)