The continuous rain has lasted for many days, and the swamp outside Bellerive Prison has been covered by a conspicuous layer of water waves.
Amanda's mood was the same as the weather these days.
She didn't see the devil, nor did she see the ghost.
But her subordinates, the prison guards, swore so eloquently and plausibly that some of them were so frightened that they submitted several letters of resignation one after another.
Explain that the plane is ready to take off. Either something suddenly broke down here, or there is another problem there.
We were about to take a car to the airport, but the driver drove the car into a swamp, almost killing everyone.
Amanda could only give up temporarily.
It may come out of nowhere, but it may not be without cause.
It took almost no effort for Amanda to identify the problem: Someone didn't want her to leave Bellerive or return to Washington.
Then, she naturally thought of the witch/Dr. June.
Therefore, she actively communicated with Colonel Rick Flagg, who was staying in Washington and was ostensibly responsible for Dr. June's safety but was actually under house arrest. She finally determined that there was no problem with Dr. June.
The witch discovered something unusual.
The witch's heart is still in Amanda's hands. If she dares to act recklessly, Amanda can detonate the self-destruction device at any time to kill her. If she gets too close to the alloy box containing the heart, the self-destruction device will also be activated immediately.
So, what exactly is the problem?
Amanda was puzzled.
A knock on the door woke her up from her thoughts. Then her subordinate pushed the door open and handed over the tablet: "Sir, something happened in New York."
Amanda frowned as she looked at the image on the screen, and soon her face turned gloomy.
"Sir, the latest news is that the group of robbers threw the president of the Reserve Bank from the top floor."
Amanda's eyes suddenly jumped.
After a while, she returned the tablet and turned to look out the window: "This is a matter for the police."
The subordinate hesitated for a while holding the tablet, then tentatively suggested: "Sir, I think this is an opportunity."
Amanda looked back.
"Except for Colonel Frege, all the members of Task Force
Leaving prison. I thought... maybe we could give them a chance to see the value of this group of people."
Amanda lowered her eyebrows: "You want me to skip them and release a group of criminals privately?"
The subordinate gritted his teeth and said: "Sir, we can send the team over there first. If the police can kill the robbers, then we can bring them back. If the police can't do it in the end, then we can take action. After all, this is the federal reserve.
Once a problem occurs in the most important branch of a bank, the entire country and the world's economy will be severely turbulent."
"But we're in Louisiana and this thing is in New York state, and do you know how far away we are? More than two thousand kilometers."
"Sir, the witch seems to have the ability to teleport."
"I know, but she can't take anyone with her."
"She can bring items and teleport, so she should be able to bring people, but I think she may not be able to bring ordinary people." The subordinate frowned and thought: "Maybe during her teleportation, there will be some things that ordinary people can't bear.
Pressure or injuries, but... our team members are not ordinary people."
Hearing this, Amanda's brows trembled, obviously considering the feasibility of what the other party said.
The sudden raindrops slapped against the glass outside the window, lightning flashed in the cloudy sky, and then there was the rumble of thunder.
For a moment, Amanda stared at her subordinates and opened her thick lips: "Insure them."
The subordinate suddenly raised his head, unable to conceal the joy on his face, and nodded immediately: "Okay, sir, I'll go right away!"
After he left, Amanda quickly took out her cell phone from her arms to contact Frege.
In the prison, two groups of demons and monsters were quickly pulled out by the elite soldiers brought by Amanda. They were imprisoned on chairs one by one, and professionals in white coats inserted needles into the backs of their necks.
The two groups of people gathered in different rooms. They put on their own fancy clothes. Amanda said the same thing to different people in the two rooms.
"Ladies and gentlemen, your work is here. A very bad robbery is taking place in New York City. The robbers have now taken control of the New York Federal Reserve Bank building. They just threw the bank president from the building. Now
We don't know what's going on inside yet.
Your mission may change at any time, so be sure to listen clearly to the mission objectives, as any out-of-bounds behavior will lead to your death."
Having said this, the subordinate next to him opened a box. Inside there were photos of everyone, and under the photos were buttons.
"You have nano bombs implanted in your heads just now. I don't want to talk nonsense. You should all know the seriousness of the matter, and you'd better not challenge my patience. Next, I will send you to New York City.
"
Amanda clapped her hands, and a black mist suddenly surged around her, and the mist quickly formed into a witch.
Seeing this, both groups of people were inevitably surprised and suspicious.
Amanda said to the witch: "Take them over."
Witch: "I told you the consequences."
Amanda remained calm: "I know."
The witch said no more. She waved her hands, and more black mist suddenly emerged from her body and enveloped the crowd. With a low and nonchalant chant, the witch and the crowd disappeared together.
Amanda immediately lowered her head and asked into the communicator: "How is the situation? Report immediately!"
The sizzling sound was intermittent, and half a minute later, information from the two teams was reported one after another.
"Amanda, do you want to murder us? Damn it, it hurts me to death!"
The person who spoke was Blood Sports. Amanda immediately breathed a sigh of relief when she heard the voice. She asked: "What's going on? How are you doing?"
"I feel pain all over my body, like an elephant is stepping on me inch by inch!"
"Stop talking nonsense, where are the others?"
"They are all alive, but Ratcatcher fainted, and Nanaway seems to be fine."
"It's fun!" A voice with a little excitement sounded out, coming from Shark King Nanawi.
Amanda was relieved: "Huh... wake up the rat catcher. You guys should rest where you are immediately. You are not allowed to leave the room without orders."
Then came another cannon fodder team with more demons and monsters.
The report was made by Amanda's subordinate who was in charge of the response. The other person hesitated and said: "Sir...many people died."
Amanda was silent for a moment, "Go ahead."
"The javelin's javelin pierced the heads of Meng Ge and the black guard. The javelin fainted on its own and lost one arm. The yellow weasel was vomiting. I didn't see the wise man, but I saw a pile of minced meat... vomit...
"
Amanda was silent for a long time.
Three of the six people died in one trip, and the remaining three... were basically trash.
Even though the identity of their cannon fodder had been confirmed long ago, Amanda still found it a bit difficult to accept.
"Give them five minutes to wake up quickly and then have them approach the Federal Reserve Bank and wait for orders."
"yes!"
New York.
Hong Fei took the elevator back to the first floor with three tools, and then walked to the entrance of the underground vault.
The entrance to the vault is not that easy to open. It requires three people's keys, and the keys are very complicated.
There are multiple verifications such as physical keys, digital passwords, voices, palm prints and irises, so Hong Fei cannot let them die, and the president's act of shooting is equivalent to directly destroying one of the keys.
In addition, if there is even a verification error during the unlocking process, the door cannot be opened again for at least forty-eight hours.
After all, there are thousands of tons of gold reserves from dozens of countries below, and it cannot be overstated.
The three people, the female accountant and the female manager, were timid and reluctant to be honest. Only the male from the security department had his eyes rolling. Although he was frightened, he still did not give up resistance in his heart.
Therefore, Hong Fei was the first to take him out.
The palms were spread out, and a holographic projection appeared. Twenty people were separated into different rooms, their hands and feet were tied, and explosives were tied to their chests.
There are men and women, old and young.
Seeing this scene, the man's pupils suddenly shrank and his lips trembled.
These are his family members, including his parents, children, grandchildren, grandchildren, brothers, sisters, etc.
It was equivalent to his entire family being wiped out in one fell swoop.
At this time, no words are needed.
When he looked at Hong Fei again, all luck was gone from his eyes.
Hong Fei let go and patted him on the shoulder. The other person staggered forward and his body trembled.
About three minutes later, he completed his task and turned to look at Hong Fei, his eyes full of pleading.
Hong Fei pushed him away and waved for the female accountant to come forward.
About ten minutes into the journey, the entrance to the vault suddenly made a loud clang from the inside out, and then the dull sound continued for a long time, and a road sloping downward appeared in front of them.
Four people traveling together.
Arriving at the vault after a while, a metal corridor stretched straight, with all-metal vaults on both sides each bearing a number.
Hong Fei took the lead, and the four of them came to the door of a vault with clear goals.
The three tool men stepped forward together again.
Half a minute later, when the warehouse door was pushed open, the lights in the warehouse immediately turned on. In an instant, the golden reflected light directly enveloped the bodies of the four people.
In the clean and dust-free warehouse, what was piled up were not large gold bars, but large gold ingots.
Hong Fei swears that he is really not interested in money.
But when so much gold appears in front of you and is at your fingertips, it gives people a completely different feeling.
Footsteps came from behind, and Killer Crocodile followed closely. His mission was: [Lead three staff members to open all the remaining 121 gold warehouses, and at the same time record the images of each vault and the gold reserves. 】
Hong Fei didn't believe it when he heard that someone had secretly misappropriated the gold reserves entrusted to him for safekeeping. Now that he was here, he didn't mind verifying it.