Action Two

Mo Fei had observed everything in the bank for several days. The security system here was relatively advanced, especially the surveillance cameras that covered the entire bank. The monitoring room also had an electronic lock, which Mo Fei had already locked. The other security guard inside couldn't get out, and both the cell phone and landline inside couldn't make calls. Meanwhile, the surveillance feed suddenly turned to static, leaving the guard inside frantic.

As for the bank manager, the keys he carried and the vault password were all information Mo Fei had gathered over the past few days. The vault was opened at least twice a day, typically once in the morning and once in the evening as a basic requirement. The cash stored here amounted to at least five million dollars. Due to the bank's business operations, the daily cash reserve was generally around that figure—sometimes more, but never less.

Banks generally determined their cash reserves based on their location and daily transaction volume. Because Wall Street Bank had business dealings with several factories in Brooklyn, its current cash holdings were substantial.

Through the surveillance feed, Mo Fei observed the manager's password and the location of the keys, allowing Jack to open the vault without any trouble. Not a second was wasted, and they left the police with a lingering suspicion: that there was an inside man at the bank. The police would first investigate the bank's internal staff, wasting a lot of time, while Jack and the others would go abroad and then return, having laundered the stolen money.

Jack stacked bundles of dollars into duffel bags. As long as he stayed calm, the bundled cash was easy to move. This proved Mo Fei's judgment was correct—Jack had a strong nerve. In contrast, Roy's legs were trembling. Fortunately, they were all wearing loose work overalls, so it wasn't too obvious. Otherwise, someone might have tried to break through his defenses and escape—like the disarmed security guard, who kept staring at Roy.

"Jerry, go to the door and relieve Roy. Let him go inside and help Jack." Mo Fei was uneasy about Roy, and Jerry had been waving his gun around threatening the bank staff, chattering nonstop. Both had issues, so swapping their positions was the only option.

Jerry wasn't too willing. His mood had shifted, but since the job wasn't done yet, he had to walk over. "Go inside and help. I've got this." Jerry raised his gun, aiming at the security guard. He could see the guard had been watching the door. "You want to rush me? Come on!"

The guard backed off. This guy was clearly bolder than the last one—he would definitely pull the trigger. The guard could only step back, signaling he wouldn't make a move. Jerry curled his lip and began scanning the entire bank.

Roy ran over to Jack's side, finally letting out a breath of relief, then helped Jack pack the dollars. All six bags were filled. Mo Fei calculated: exactly four million eight hundred thousand dollars, eight hundred thousand per bag.

"Go to the door." Mo Fei had the two of them move to the entrance, placing two bags at Jerry's feet. Then the three stood in a row. "Jack, repeat what I say."

Jack followed Mo Fei's instructions and shouted, "Everyone, it's been a pleasure working with you. I hope you'll continue to cooperate. Don't call the police for ninety seconds. Thank you for your cooperation."

"Fire. Anywhere. Three shots each." Mo Fei gave the order again.

Bang bang bang. All three pistols fired, but none aimed at the hostages. They shot randomly at the ceiling and the counter. Inside the bank, screams erupted. The hostages all covered their heads, too afraid to look, terrified a bullet might fly their way.

The three grabbed the duffel bags and walked straight out of the bank, rushing to the car. The engine was still running. Jerry stepped on the gas, and the car shot forward.

"Go ahead. Don't drive too fast. Follow my instructions—slow down to forty kilometers per hour." Jerry's mouth twitched, but he eased off the gas. "Turn right at the next intersection. Don't worry about traffic lights. Every light you hit will be green, but don't overtake."

"There's a small alley on the left up ahead. Cut through it, then turn left onto the next street and go straight." Mo Fei directed the car forward methodically. The route was clear all the way, and they drove straight into the alley.

"Change clothes, then climb over this low wall." The three quickly changed. All the tools used in the robbery were stuffed into one backpack. The six large duffel bags were tossed over the low wall, and then the three got into Jack's car, heading straight for the airport.

The banks where they had opened accounts were all along the route to the airport. Mo Fei had each of them deposit varying amounts of dollars—ten thousand in total. The remaining four million seven hundred thousand was left in the car's trunk.

"Ghost, are we really just leaving the money in the car?" Jack asked again.

"Yes. No need to worry. If there are no issues among the three of you, then this is the safest place." Mo Fei said directly.

"Of course there won't be any issues between us. But what if there's an issue with you?" Jerry suddenly spoke.

"Heh. Do I need to have an issue? You saw it—robbing a bank is this simple. If I wanted, I could do it ten times, a hundred times. And I don't need your help laundering money. Do you know who I am? Do you know where I am?" Mo Fei's tone was dripping with disdain, leaving Jerry speechless.

"Please don't be angry. Jerry was just speaking offhand. Of course we trust Mr. Ghost. We know your abilities well. Please be sure to help us." Jack quickly said.

"Don't worry. As long as you all come out unscathed, that's what makes this a perfect crime. So I'll handle the rest. My share is one million two hundred thousand. Yours is three million six hundred thousand. Remember that."

"Understood."

The three arrived at the airport, parked the car in the lot, paid the parking fee, and then boarded the plane carrying ten thousand dollars in cash each. They were headed to the Cayman Islands, while the NYPD scrambled into action.

The robbery of Wall Street Bank was a major case, but the police were slow to respond. Before leaving, the three had fired multiple shots, terrifying everyone inside. The hostages waited about a minute before snapping out of it, and then the bank staff hurriedly called the police. But all the patrol officers in the area had been diverted by Mo Fei. They had been dispatched earlier by dispatch to respond to calls, only to find nothing—all false alarms.

And when they finally got word to head to the bank, traffic jams blocked them at every turn. With no traffic cops to clear the way, they had to call dispatch for help. It took twenty minutes before any officers arrived at the scene.