People are watching American TV shows, and they are also watching American-style iaido.

However, regardless of the circumstances, Ding Ze is only going to rob a bank, which is good news.

Otherwise, if they really went to attack the White House...

Abruzzi really didn't think his little heart could handle it. (End of Chapter)

Chapter 314 Desima Technology

Miami.

About an hour later, everything was ready.

"I'm leaving, I'll be back soon," Ding Ze told Janet, and then personally led the group to the car.

Not long after.

A line of more than twenty off-road vehicles, carrying Ding Ze and more than fifty others, along with a large amount of firepower, headed to the airport belonging to Dongfeng Security, which was not far away.

On the airport runway, a large passenger plane is quietly waiting, ready to take off at any time.

soon.

The plane took off and flew towards New York.

More than an hour later, the plane landed.

Abruzzi had already contacted the branch office here and arranged for a pick-up vehicle.

Ding Ze, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, wasted no time. As soon as he got off the plane, he immediately got back into his car and headed straight for the bank.

It was already past 10 p.m., and the bank was closed with no staff inside.

This doesn't make much difference. After all, the safe isn't going anywhere, so whether there are staff members or not doesn't really matter.

On the road.

Ding Ze made a call to Ida Hassan, "You can adjust the traffic lights now, make sure the NYPD doesn't cause any trouble."

“Okay, boss, don’t worry,” Ida Hassan replied with a confident smile.

This is also normal.

Ida Hassan had done this many times before. As the saying goes, practice makes perfect. Having done it so many times, Ida Hassan was already quite skilled at it.

Not long after.

The traffic lights in the direction Ding Ze and his group were heading changed sequentially.

Ding Ze and his group arrived at their destination without any obstacles, taking only half an hour.

While on the plane, Ding Ze had already explained the action plan in detail.

Therefore, as soon as the convoy stopped, without any further explanation, Ding Ze and his group immediately put on their hoods, opened the doors and got out of the cars, and proceeded towards the bank in an orderly manner.

The dozen or so employees responsible for driving did not get out of the car; they remained fully equipped and sat in the driver's seat with the engine running, waiting for a pickup.

Many ordinary people around, upon seeing Ding Ze and his group, naturally cried out in alarm and hurriedly ran away.

In an instant, this area, which was originally relatively peaceful, became bustling with activity.

Ignoring them, Ding Ze strode quickly to the bank entrance and waved for his men to blow open the doors.

Bang!

The gate was blown open.

Ding Ze led the way into the bank, heading straight for the safe deposit box area.

The safe area also has a door, and the door is huge, with a mechanical lock.

This kind of thing isn't easy to blow up... It's not that it can't be blown up, it just takes a lot of time.

So, instead of blowing up the door, blow up the wall instead.

Among the employees brought this time, many are highly skilled in demolition.

And so, in no time at all.

All the installations for the bombing service are complete.

Thump thump thump~~~

A series of explosions rang out, and unsurprisingly, a hole was blasted open in the wall.

Before the dust had settled, Ding Ze turned on his flashlight and strode inside to find safe number 433.

Ding-dong, found.

"Open this," Ding Ze said to his subordinate beside him.

Without hesitation, the workers immediately turned on the cutting machine and started cutting.

Tens of seconds later.

The safe's lock was forcibly broken, and Ding Ze grinned as he pulled out the safe.

Inside was a hard drive that looked very high-end and belonged to military use.

Upon seeing the hard drive, Ding Ze didn't hesitate for a moment. He immediately reached out, took out the hard drive, put it in his bag, and waved to signal a retreat.

Without firing a single shot, the group orderly withdrew from the bank and headed towards the convoy parked on the roadside.

Countless sirens were blaring all around.

A helicopter was rapidly approaching from mid-air.

Without encountering any obstacles, the group boarded the car.

The convoy sped off toward the private airport where they had landed not long ago.

Ding Ze lit another cigarette, in a very good mood, and touched the hard drive inside the backpack through it.

Samaritan, once this open-source super artificial intelligence is created, it only needs NSA permission to monitor the entire United States, and even the whole world.

How exciting!!

Ding Ze smiled, then looked up at the noisy helicopters in the sky, and then, through his headset, instructed his men in the other cars, "Get those helicopters away."

Upon receiving the order, the men immediately opened the sunroof of the SUV, set up their sniper rifles, aimed at the helicopters in the air, and pulled the triggers.

Bang, bang, bang~~

Bullets shot out from the barrels of sniper rifles one after another.

The police officers on the helicopters in mid-air saw it and panicked.

The helicopter quickly veered off course and dodged.

The surrounding New Yorkers, seeing this, were either stunned or, fearlessly, took out their phones to take photos and videos.

As it turns out, New Yorkers are indeed quite eccentric.

After wasting some bullets, several helicopters were driven away.

The convoy proceeded smoothly under Ida Hassan's guidance.

Five minutes, ten minutes...

suddenly.

ratt ratt ratt~~

Several motorcycles appeared on the road, each with two people: one driving and the other shooting at Ding Ze and his group.

A burst of gunfire rang out. Ding Ze turned his head and roughly guessed what was going on with these people.

Desima Technology.

Heh, just a nobody.

Ding Ze drew his gun, rolled down the car window, and pulled the trigger.

A 100% hit rate is awesome; if Ding Ze sees it, he's going to get shot.

In the blink of an eye, Desima's gunmen fell one after another.

Meanwhile, the employees in the other cars were no joke either... Since they were specially selected elites, what kind of elites would they be if they couldn't even handle Desima's small fry?

In less than five minutes, all the motorcycles that had suddenly appeared had fallen to the ground.

Ding Ze and his group didn't even stop the car.

Not long after, the group arrived at the airport without incident, abandoned the car, and boarded the plane.

The captain had been waiting for a long time. As soon as the first-class door closed, he pushed the stick and took off.

huh~~

The plane took off, soaring under the night sky, gradually leaving New York behind.

Thus, the operation came to a successful conclusion.

Ding Ze lit another cigarette, then took out his satellite phone and called Ida Hassan, "Take the team back to Miami immediately, don't worry about anything else for now."

Ida Hassan was quite clever; upon hearing this, his curiosity was piqued. "Boss, are we about to do something big?"

Ding Ze smiled and said, "Indeed, we are about to do something enormous."