Action Two

Mo Fei had spent several days observing everything in the bank. The security system here was relatively advanced, especially the surveillance equipment that covered the entire bank. The monitoring room also had an electronic lock, and Mo Fei had locked it by then. The other guard inside could not get out at all, while neither the cellphone nor landline inside could make calls. At the same time, the surveillance feeds abruptly turned to static, leaving the guard pacing frantically inside.

Mo Fei had also gathered the manager's location, the keys he carried, and the vault combination over the past few days. The vault was opened at least twice a day, normally once in the morning and once in the evening. The cash stored here amounted to no less than five million dollars. Due to the bank's business operations, the amount of cash held each day was generally around that figure. Sometimes there was more, but never less.

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

By watching the surveillance footage, Mo Fei had learned the password used by the manager and where he kept his keys, allowing Jack to open the vault without any effort. Not a second was wasted. At the same time, they left the police with a mystery: there was an insider in the bank. The police would investigate the bank's employees first, wasting a great deal of time. Jack and the others would leave the country, then return to complete the laundering of the stolen money.

Jack stacked bundles of dollars into travel bags. As long as he did not panic, bundles of cash were easy to move. This also proved that Mo Fei had not misjudged him—Jack had strong nerves. Roy, by comparison, had legs that trembled. Fortunately, they were all wearing loose work jackets, so it was not obvious. Otherwise, someone might have tried to break through his defenses and escape. For instance, the disarmed guard had been staring at Roy the whole time.

"Jerry, go replace Roy at the entrance and let him go inside to help Jack!" Mo Fei was somewhat uneasy about Roy. Meanwhile, Jerry had been waving his gun around and threatening the bank employees, his mouth constantly running. Both men had problems, so they could only switch positions.

Jerry was not particularly willing, and his mood shifted somewhat. But the job was not finished, so he could only walk over. "Go help inside. Leave this place to me!" Jerry raised his gun and aimed it at the guard. He had also noticed that the guard had been watching the entrance. "Want to rush me? Come on!"

The guard backed down. This guy was clearly braver than the last one and would definitely shoot. He could only retreat a little to show that he would not make any sudden moves. Jerry curled his lip and began sweeping his gaze over the entire bank.

Roy ran over to Jack's side and finally breathed a sigh of relief. He then helped Jack pack the dollars. All six bags were filled. Mo Fei did the math: exactly 4.8 million dollars, eight hundred thousand in each bag.

"Get to the entrance!" Mo Fei had the two men come over and placed two bags at Jerry's feet. Then the three stood in a row. "Jack, say what I tell you!"

Jack began shouting according to Mo Fei's instructions. "Everyone, it has been a pleasure working with you this time. I hope you will continue cooperating. Do not call the police for ninety seconds. Thank you for your cooperation."

"Fire your guns. Shoot wherever you want. Three shots each!" Mo Fei ordered again!

Bang! Bang! Bang! All three pistols fired. However, none of them aimed at the hostages. They simply fired three shots each at the ceiling and counters. Screams rang out throughout the bank. Every hostage clutched their head and dared not look up, terrified that a bullet would fly their way.

The three grabbed their travel bags and left the bank, rushing into the car. The engine had never been turned off. Jerry stepped on the gas, and the car shot forward.

"Keep going. Don't drive too fast. Follow my commands and slow down to forty kilometers per hour!" Jerry's mouth twitched, but he still reduced the speed. "Turn right at the intersection ahead. Ignore the traffic lights. Every light along your route will be green, but don't overtake anyone!"

"There's a side street on the left ahead. Drive straight through it, then turn left onto the next main road!" Mo Fei directed the car calmly and methodically. They encountered no obstacles along the way and drove straight into that alley.

"Change clothes, then climb over this low wall!" The three hurriedly changed. All the tools used in the robbery were put into a backpack, while the six large travel bags were tossed over the low wall. Then the three got into Jack's car and drove straight toward the airport.

The banks where they had opened accounts were all on the way to the airport. Mo Fei had each of them deposit different amounts of dollars into the banks, totaling only one hundred thousand. The remaining 4.7 million dollars was placed in the car's trunk.

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

"Yes. Don't worry. As long as there are no problems among the three of you, this is the safest place!" Mo Fei said directly.

"Of course there won't be any problems with us. But what if you're the problem?" Jerry suddenly said.

"Heh. Do I need to be a problem? You saw it yourselves. Robbing a bank is this easy. If I wanted to, I could do it ten times, a hundred times. And I don't even need to help you launder the money. Do you know who I am? Do you know where I am?" Mo Fei's disdain was unmistakable, leaving Jerry speechless.

"Please don't be angry. Jerry was only speaking casually. Of course we trust Mr. Ghost. We know your capabilities very well. Please make sure to help us," Jack hurriedly said.

"Don't worry. Only if you get through this safely can it be called a perfect crime, so I'll handle the follow-up. My share is 1.2 million, and yours is 3.6 million. Remember that!"

"Understood!"

The three arrived at the airport, parked the car in the airport lot, and paid the parking fee directly. Then, carrying another ten thousand dollars in cash, they boarded a plane. They were headed for the Cayman Islands, while the NYPD became busy.

Wall Street Bank had been robbed. It was a major case, but the police arrived very slowly. Before the three left, they had fired several shots in a row, terrifying everyone in the bank. It took them more than a minute to come to their senses, after which the bank staff hurriedly called the police. But all the patrol officers in the surrounding area had been drawn away by Mo Fei. Earlier, they had received orders from dispatch to respond to calls, only to find calm scenes upon arrival. Every one of them had been a false alarm.

When they received word and headed for the bank, traffic problems left them stuck on the road. With no traffic police directing vehicles, they could only ask dispatch for help. It was not until twenty minutes later that officers finally arrived at the scene.