Plan

Jack glanced at the bank employee, who had already turned his head away, not watching Jack enter his password. Jack counted three seconds in his head, then tapped the keyboard rapidly—but the computer screen already displayed a full set of password digits, so his inputs were all invalid!

Jack saw it clearly. He knew that Ghost had really hacked into the bank's mainframe, and the bank had no clue whatsoever; everything here remained calm and undisturbed. Thinking this, he felt a surge of excitement. After noting down the account number, he left the bank directly and hurried home, now desperate to contact Ghost.

"Jennifer, let me use your computer!" He couldn't wait any longer and went straight back to his daughter's room.

"Okay, Dad... By the way, how's your business going?" Jennifer hesitated as she was about to leave, then asked anyway.

"Don't worry, it'll be sorted in a few days. I promise you'll have enough for tuition and living expenses. All you need to do is study hard and become a successful woman in the future!" Jack walked over, placed his hands on Jennifer's shoulders, and his kind smile put her completely at ease.

Jack closed the door, then turned on the computer. He anticipated Ghost's arrival, and Mo Fei didn't keep him waiting long. The screen went black, and text appeared again.

"Still need proof? If you want, I can show you the NYPD traffic monitoring center!" Mo Fei, afraid the other party might still refuse, prepared a big move this time. The NYPD traffic monitoring center was the best trump card—controlling it meant opening a safe passage for their escape route.

"No need. Hacking the bank's mainframe has already proven your ability. I agree to cooperate. So, do we make a plan now?" Jack asked excitedly.

"Yes, but my plan is the opposite of yours. I need you to act during rush hour. You'll need two vehicles: one legal car parked at a spot I designate, and the other you'll steal to use as the robbery vehicle."

"Can I know the reason?"

"Of course. The stolen car ensures your three identities can't be traced, while the legal car is for switching mid-route. Also, I need you to get passports and then fly directly to the Cayman Islands to set up a company!"

"Leave the country right after? What about the money?" Jack frowned. The other party was making a demand he couldn't accept.

Mo Fei didn't care about his attitude. "Can you spend that money directly after the robbery? Three guys on the verge of bankruptcy suddenly flush with cash—do you want to spend the rest of your life in prison?"

"This..."

"Do you think asking for a quarter of the money is too much? I'm not just ensuring your success; I'm also making sure you can spend it. The source of the funds will be clean and clear—what they call money laundering."

"Can you really do that?"

"Yes. What you need to do now isn't prepare for the robbery, but get the three of you together and make a big show of going abroad for a business deal. Pool all your remaining funds and gamble it all. Your robbery time will be within one hour before boarding the plane, then head straight to the airport. But before reaching the airport, each of you will deposit different amounts of cash into anonymous accounts at different banks, and finally meet up at the airport."

"But won't that make us easy to find?" Jack had some doubts.

"No. All the surveillance footage you pass through will be altered by me—both time and location. Everything will be modified according to my plan. You'll have a perfect alibi."

"Can you even cover up our deposits?"

"Yes. I'll modify their records too, and the police won't find those leads. You can rest assured on that. Also, don't deposit all the money. I'll tell you how much to put in later. Leave the rest in the car, parked in the airport garage."

"Leave that much money there?"

"Yes. No one will steal from the airport garage, and no one will check it. Is there a safer place? Besides, I'll be monitoring it—foolproof. A few days later, you'll return as successful investors, and you can spend small amounts without any cover-up."

"Understood! We'll discuss the rest later. Hope the cooperation goes smoothly. How do we communicate on the specific timing?"

"Get your visas right away. Consult a lawyer about registering a company in the Cayman Islands. Register it as an investment company—the fees will be very low. Leave the rest to me."

"Alright. Do we need to change the bank choice?"

"No. Keep the bank you picked. I'll check it out over the next few days and figure out everything inside. Then you'll follow my plan. Each of you prepare: one phone, one Bluetooth earpiece, one mask, one pair of swim goggles, two nuts, and two insoles."

"What are those for?" Jack asked, puzzled.

"To alter your facial structure and height, and to direct your actions. Once inside the bank, you must follow my commands without question. If I tell you to fire, don't hesitate. Understand?"

"...Okay!" Jack gritted his teeth and finally agreed.

Then came the preparations. Mo Fei didn't need to handle those—Jack was actually a strong man. Strength isn't just about physical power, but also inner resolve. Once someone like him makes up his mind, he goes all out to accomplish it. Especially for his children, he would give up everything. That made him a strong person.

As for Mo Fei, he delved into the bank's mainframe, taking full control—especially of the security system. However, he found that the alarm connected to the NYPD wasn't networked. Additionally, the bank had two armed guards on duty daily. These were two uncertain factors that had to be neutralized immediately.

One guard was at the entrance—that was the first target. Disarm him. The second guard was inside the bank's monitoring room. This two-man guard setup was usually sufficient: one outside, one inside. No matter what happened, the inside guard had plenty of time to call for backup, and there were also alarm buttons under the bank counters.

From this, Mo Fei could see the bank always put its faith in the police. He checked all the networked equipment in the monitoring room. The door had both a manual lock and an electronic lock—he could control the electronic one. That took care of the second guard. As for the phone? He wouldn't be able to dial out!