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Chapter 19 "Professional Team"

In the morning, chaos reigned inside a bank in New York.

Looking at these heavily armed robbers, panic almost crept onto everyone's face.

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

Besides himself, there was another man at the scene who remained calm in the face of danger, his right hand instinctively reaching for his waist. He was probably also a gangster who had come to do business, just like him.

"Hurry up and take the money, be quick about it." Bai Ye huddled with a group of hostages, his hands covering his head, praying silently.

He wasn't worried at all about the loss of his money after it was stolen. After all, this wasn't just stealing his money; it was slapping the mutants in the face.

If these people are allowed to go unpunished, this bank affiliated with the Brotherhood will lose all its credibility.

In this world, to make a lasting business, you rely on your reputation. Even terrorists have to be honest; if they say they'll kill someone, their whole family will be executed.

Bai Ye was certain that once the robbers left the bank, the mutants who felt offended would find them that very night, grind them to dust, and then return the stolen money in full.

So at this moment, he actually hoped that these hotheads would quickly finish robbing the money and get out of there, so that things could be resolved more smoothly.

"Hurry up, take out all the cash and receipts from the bank right now, cooperate obediently, and don't press the alarm, or I'll kill you." The robber threatened the bank teller, pointing a submachine gun at him.

Just as the robber was speaking, gunshots rang out inside the bank, eliciting screams from the crowd.

The security guard who tried to pull out his gun to fight back was immediately shot several times and fell to the ground. One of the robbers who fired the shots also clutched his bleeding waist and cried out in pain.

"Scott!" Upon seeing his companion shot, the robber who had been pointing a gun at the customer service representative immediately cried out in concern. He then surrounded the customer service representative, abandoning his robbery to anxiously check on his partner's injuries.

"Aris, go and have customer service open the vault inside. We don't have much time," the hostage-taker urged.

"I'm not robbing you anymore. Come on, I'll take you to the hospital right now," said Aris, the robber, ignoring Scott's words and helping him up.

"Don't worry about me, hurry up and rob the money. My injury isn't fatal, money is more important," the robber urged, clutching his wound in pain.

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Bai Ye, who had been watching the whole thing, was completely dumbfounded. How could he encounter such a weirdo? Dude, this is a bank robbery! Do you think this is some kind of melodramatic soap opera? Are they even going to rob the money or not?

After some hesitation, these people finally started robbing the bank methodically, forcing the bank manager to open the vault while looting 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, completely unprepared, took all the cash stored inside at once.

It's important to know that some banks install alarms under the cash at the counter so that they can immediately report a robbery. Therefore, experienced gangs usually place a few pieces of paper under the cash when withdrawing money.

Now, needless to say, the police station has received the message from these idiots and is ready to dispatch officers.

Here, the robbers were still completely unaware of the situation. Led by the manager, they opened the vault and their eyes lit up as they looked at the cash, gold, bills, and piles of valuables inside.

Little did they know, the valuables in the vault were all goods stored by various gangs. Looting the vault now would be tantamount to directly offending half of the New York underworld. The last person who dared to do this couldn't even find a decent organ.

Sure enough, just as these people were frantically searching for money, after a series of incredibly stupid actions, in less than three minutes, before they had even filled the sack with money, a series of urgent police sirens sounded outside the bank, and seven or eight police cars immediately surrounded the area.

"Boss, we're surrounded by the police," one of the robbers said in a panic.

"Damn it, weren't they supposed to be holding a press conference today? How come they're here so fast?" the gang leader said angrily.

"Damn it..." Bai Ye, hiding in the crowd, rolled his eyes. He wondered why this group of people chose this time to make their move. So that's why.

Although I've been so engrossed in fitness lately that I didn't know anything about this press conference, I can tell with a grain of salt that if the boss holds a press conference, his employees will get a day off.

The entire New York City area is over 1,000 square kilometers, with a total of 77 police precincts and more than 30,000 officers. What are these people thinking? Don't they do any research?

This can no longer be considered an amateur team. Apart from their skilled marksmanship and robust physique, Bai Ye suspects that their brains have been completely taken over by their muscles.

At this moment, Bai Ye had completely resigned himself to his fate and just squatted to the side watching the six or seven robbers put on a show.

Anyway, with his current physical condition, if he didn't want to be exposed, killing these people would be a piece of cake, and he wouldn't be afraid at all.

"People inside, come out! You're surrounded! Put down your weapons and surrender!" The police outside shouted into a megaphone, their repeated urging making the robbers' faces grim.

"Big brother, what should we do?" One of the robbers asked, his face pale behind his mask.

"Talk to them and ask them to send us a van, then we'll leave with the hostages," the gang leader said, glancing at the customers crouching in the corner, his eyes immediately taking a liking to Bai Ye.

"Come here!" the leader said, pointing a submachine gun at Bai Ye.

"Me?" Bai Ye was taken aback, not expecting that she had anything to do with it, but she still obediently got up and walked out.

"Yes, you'll be the hostage. You'll stand at the door and negotiate with them. We'll be behind you with guns pointed at you. If you try to run away, we'll shoot," the leader said, looking at Bai Ye's face with certainty.

"Oh." Bai Ye nodded. It's just being a hostage.

Meanwhile, on a building in Times Square, New York, reporters from various newspapers gathered, each armed with cameras and microphones, staring at Director George on the stage and asking one pointed question after another.

Because he was already familiar with the nature of these media outlets and had memorized his prepared remarks the night before, his responses were fluent. But the next moment, the deputy director rushed up from the side in a panic and whispered a few words in George's ear.

"What? Lanshere Bank in New York was robbed too?" George asked, barely able to contain himself.

As soon as he finished speaking, the reporters in the audience's eyes lit up instantly.

"Click! Click! Click!"

Countless reporters snapped photos with their cameras, and the frantic images of the bureau chief and deputy bureau chief on stage were immediately captured in the blinding light.

(End of this chapter)