As the printing press rotates, consecutive thousand-yuan bills are stacked one after another.
When a certain quantity is reached, the printing press stops.
The killer standing aside awkwardly transferred the printed banknotes, and at the same time moved the raw materials under Ma Wenxin's command.
Qin Yi put on his gloves carefully, carefully pulled out a continuous banknote, glanced at the light, and showed a ferocious smile.
"Mr. Ma's craftsmanship is very good, and the printed banknotes are exactly the same as real banknotes."
Ma Wenxin complained from the side: "Boss, you are crazy, this is a money printing factory, of course what is printed is real."
Qin Yi showed a meaningful smile, "It can't be fake if it's true, and it can't be true if it's fake."
Ma Wenxin was startled, "What do you mean?"
Qin Yi did not explain, but looked at the papers and ink piled aside, patted Ma Wenxin on the shoulder, "You should learn how to print pounds."
"Inexplicable." Ma Wenxin complained in a low voice.
As the printed money gradually piled up, the killers' emotions became more and more intense, even a little too high.
Some people were so excited that they were shaking all over, some were banging their heads against the wall, some were crying and laughing, and some were just living in place.
Ma Wenxin was a little panicked when he saw it, "Hey, boss, your subordinates seem to be a little abnormal."
"It's okay, they are crazy because of poverty." Qin Yi didn't care at all about the performance of the killers. They couldn't be crazy for long anyway.
"Then how can I make them stop? I'm a little panicked." Ma Wenxin couldn't help but said.
"Cut the banknotes and let them hold them and count them." Qin Yi snapped his fingers, "Cut out a batch first and send them away. Then you load the materials into the truck and leave first."
"Should I leave first?" Ma Wenxin couldn't believe his ears, "You let me go?"
Qin Yi glanced at him casually, "What? Do you think I will kill you to silence you?"
Ma Wenxin sighed, "I have been working in the banknote printing factory for more than ten years, and I have been working hard. As a result, my house was lost, my girlfriend broke up, and my boss asked me to take the blame when something went wrong, and even fired me!" p>
"I had to swear at that time that I would make them look good!"
"I want to take a breath, not to prove that I am great, I just want to tell others that I must get back what I lost."
Ma Wenxin took a deep breath and said, "You have made such a big deal today. The Hong Kong Monetary Authority has been completely disgraced. It has also helped me fulfill my wish, so even if you want to get rid of me, I am willing to do so."
Qin Yi sneered, "You crazy person, hurry up and put your things in the car and take 100 million banknotes with you. Don't take too much, otherwise it will be difficult to wash."
Ma Wenxin looked at Qin Yi, hesitated to speak, and finally nodded silently.
Qin Yi casually took the certification document signed by Mr. Li into Ma Wenxin's arms and walked out humming a song.
As the cutting machine fell, the brand new thousand-yuan bills were finally completed.
The killers stared with blood-red eyes, and then began to count the money in piles.
This method of counting money almost drove them crazy. In the past, they were counting the number of pieces, but now they are counting the piles.
They feel that their lives have reached their peak.
Among the crazy people, Ma Wenxin remained calm and carried the paper and ink to the truck, and then the 100 million banknotes.
At the same time, Qin Yi called out Vice President Li and Fang Zhiwei, blocked their mouths, and pulled off the bomb vest.
He took off Fang Zhiwei's coat, pants and shoes and stuffed them into his backpack.
Finally, they tied the two people firmly into the car, closed the door, and locked it.
Ma Wenxin took a deep look at the banknote printing workshop, with some nostalgia and reluctance in his eyes, and finally jumped into the car.
After checking the documents, the security guard opened the door.
Qin Yi smiled as he watched the truck smoothly drive out of the banknote printing plant and disappear into the night.
See you again after I finish the electrical panel.
Qin Yi walked to the corner of the banknote printing workshop humming a song, looked at the other four hostages, and took off the bomb vests on their bodies.
Then he snapped his fingers and said, "Lost the dog!"
"Mourn the dog!!"
"Mourn the dog!!!"
After barking three times in a row, the mourning dog came to his senses from the pile of banknotes, and then ran over with a flattering smile, "Boss, what are your orders?"
"Untie them!"
"Ah?" Sanggou was stunned, and he felt a little stupid.
Are you going to let people go?
"Do as you do!" Qin Yi glared at him coldly.
"Okay, boss." Sanggou endured his doubts and untied the ropes from their bodies.
The four people just broke free from the rope and couldn't wait to take off the cloth strips from their mouths, looking at Qin Yi with frightened eyes.
"What are you looking at me for?" Qin Yi said expressionlessly, "Let's go."
The four of them were stunned, looking at Qin Yi in disbelief, and asked tremblingly: "Are you willing to let us go?"
"Of course!" Qin Yi waved his hand with a smile on his face, "I, Wang Ying, am a man of credibility and do what he says. He will not break his promise when he lets you go. You go."
The four people looked at each other, and no one dared to move. Finally, the security section chief gritted his teeth and took the first step.
Qin Yi still looked at them expressionlessly, without making any expression.
As if they were granted amnesty, the four people ran out.
Due to too much panic, their legs were weak. Two people fell down several times in a row and desperately got up and continued running.
Qin Yi sneered, picked up the submachine gun, and pulled the trigger. The thirty-round magazine was empty in a few seconds.
The dense bullets hit the bodies of the four people instantly, bringing up clouds of blood mist. The four running people twitched and fell to the ground, and died in the blink of an eye.
The sound of gunshots echoed in the closed workshop. The killers who were counting money in the distance looked up. Seeing that the boss was silencing them, they stopped caring and lowered their heads to continue counting money.
Qin Yi whistled, "I'm sorry, I also wanted to let you live, but Brother No. 1 said I would nail you to death."
Sangou was confused by the scene in front of him and looked at Qin Yi blankly.
Qin Yi turned his head and gave him a strange smile, then raised his hand to grab the mourning dog's neck.
"Crack!"
The mourning dog's neck was broken almost unprepared, and he fell straight into Qin Yi's arms.
Qin Yi carefully placed the dead dog's body on the ground, and then pulled out the silenced pistol from his waist.
At this time, the killers still didn't notice anything strange. They were still immersed in the ocean of money and couldn't extricate themselves.
Qin Yi walked towards them with a smile, holding a shock bomb in his hand, pulled out the ring and threw it towards the crowd.
"Bang!"
The shock bomb exploded directly in the crowd, and the unsuspecting killer was deafened and blinded by the explosion. The huge explosion caused several people nearby to fall to the ground.
Qin Yi raised the silenced pistol and pulled the trigger.
"Puff puff puff puff!"
A series of muffled gunfire sounded, and the killers screamed and fell to the ground.
Qin Yi pulled out another silenced pistol and shot each of the corpses on the ground.
"Oh, if you do something bad, you have to be a killer." Qin Yi sighed, "Be a good person in the next life."
"There are two more monitoring centers." Qin Yi reached out and touched the disguise mask on his face.
After a period of transformation, Qin Yi's face became exactly the same as Fang Zhiwei's.
Then he took out Fang Zhiwei's jacket and pants from his backpack, threw them on the ground, and put on a one-piece raincoat.
Fortunately, Fang Zhiwei is about the same height and figure as him, otherwise it would be a bit tricky.