Jiang Hao had looted the vault clean, leaving it empty except for a pile of iron racks. Its former golden splendor was gone. The vault was like a chicken stripped of its splendid feathers, suddenly becoming incomparably ugly.
Money was the best decoration.
No matter the place, money made it shine brilliantly, while a lack of money made it look dilapidated. With Jiang Hao having taken the vault's gold, this place instantly became nothing more than a shabby cave.
The four security inspection supervisors had fainted and lay on the floor.
The vault door was incredibly thick, but Jiang Hao could vaguely hear faint sounds. He could guess that a large number of security personnel and police officers had gathered outside the vault, perhaps even Superpower Users from the Ability Bureau.
Jiang Hao did not care. Since they had branded him an evil man, he would show them what a real evil man looked like.
He came before a smashed camera, took out some tools, and modified it. Soon, he connected it to a communicator linked to the mobile phone frequency, allowing him to contact the monitoring room.
"Bzzzt!"
A burst of electrical static sounded in the Federal Reserve Vault's monitoring room. Then, a voice suddenly came through. "Someone should be able to hear me. I'm the robber inside the vault. Get whoever's in charge to speak with me."
Upon hearing that the robber had contacted them, the people in the monitoring room immediately grew tense and hurriedly summoned the person in charge.
A robber had entered the Federal Reserve Vault, drawing many important figures: the Los Angeles Police Chief, the FBI branch director, and the Ability Bureau's Los Angeles branch director.
The FBI branch director picked up the microphone. "Mr. Robber, how should I address you? What are your