Film and Television: My Cheat Code is AI

Movie/TV: My Cheat Code is AI - Chapter 75

July 8th, sunny day.

Wang Xianren led Wang Xianmin into the bank. The sunlight outside the glass doors was blinding, while the air conditioning inside rushed towards them. Wang Xianmin held a credit card brochure in his hand and went straight to the lobby manager's desk after entering. Wang Xianren did not follow; instead, he sat down on a chair in the waiting area, crossed his legs, and looked just like a leisurely person waiting for his younger brother to finish his business.

Not far away, Liu Zhi and Yao Bianzi also came in. Both of them were wearing hats with the brims pulled low, and their hands were in their pockets. After coming in, they didn't go any further but just stood near the form-filling counter.

The lobby manager, a woman in her early thirties, saw Wang Xianmin looking around with a flyer in his hand and greeted him with a smile: "Hello, is there anything I can help you with?"

Wang Xianmin placed the flyer on the table and smiled politely: "Hello, I noticed you seem to be promoting credit cards and would like to learn more. If possible, I'd like to apply for one."

"Okay, sir, please come with me." The lobby manager led him to a table next to her and took out an application form from a drawer. Wang Xianmin nodded as he listened to her explanation, but his eyes never left the door on the side of the counter. That door led to the inside of the counter, and the lock was above the doorknob—a round mechanical combination lock. He silently gestured the location of the lock on the table with his fingers.

Liu Zhi and Yao Bianzi were already in place. Liu Zhi was standing near the door, while Yao Bianzi was on the other side of the waiting area. The two were far apart and neither looked at the other.

The lobby manager was still explaining the annual fee and repayment period when Wang Xianmin nodded, his gaze passing over her shoulder to see Wang Xianren stand up from his chair. Wang Xianren straightened his hat and lightly tapped his finger on the brim.

Wang Xianmin withdrew his gaze, looked at the lobby manager who was still waiting for his reply, and said in a low voice, "Lower your head and don't speak."

The lobby manager paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "What?"

Wang Xianmin stood up, grabbed the veil attached to the brim of his hat and pulled it down, leaving only a blurry black mesh on his face. The lobby manager's smile froze on his face, his mouth open, the sound stuck in his throat.

Wang Xianren had already pulled down the netting, his AK47 pointed skyward, his voice booming like thunder: "The money belongs to the public, but your lives belong to yourselves! Everyone, bow your heads!"

Two elderly people in the waiting area were so frightened that they slid off their chairs and onto the floor. The female teller at the counter screamed, but her colleague covered her mouth. Everyone slumped down, and the only sound in the lobby was the hum of the central air conditioning overhead.

Wang Xianren fired a burst of bullets at the bulletproof glass. The bullets made a series of muffled thuds as they hit the glass, causing it to crack and shatter into pieces. Wang Xianmin rushed to the side door of the counter, took out his homemade tools from his pocket, and began to pry open the lock.

Liu Zhi rushed to the door and pulled down half of the bank's iron sliding door. The roller shutter door slammed shut in mid-air. He turned around, pulled out a replica Type 54 pistol, and swept the gun back and forth in the direction of all the hostages. Yao Bianzi was collecting the cell phones one by one with a black cloth bag.

Wang Xianren's magazine was empty, and the bulletproof glass was shattered but not completely collapsed. He changed the magazine, put the butt back on his shoulder, and fired another burst. The bullets pierced through the cracked glass and punched two holes in the partition behind it, sending debris flying everywhere. The entire bulletproof glass collapsed and slammed onto the counter with a heavy thud.

He heard the crisp click of the lock cylinder springs popping open from Wang Xianmin's side. He pushed open the door and rushed into the counter, running a few steps...

He squatted down in front of the safe, picked up the water bottle and placed it on it. He then placed his fingers on the turntable to find the vibration. The water was still for a while, then suddenly rippled slightly on its own without any wind. He twitched his lips, turned the turntable twice in the opposite direction, and the safe door opened.

Several men began stuffing money into the sack. As Wang Xianmin filled it, he silently counted the days. The sound of police sirens drifted from afar, growing clearer. He slammed the sack shut and shouted, "Stop taking anything! The cops are here!"

The four men carried several sacks. Wang Xianren rushed to the door and whistled outside. A black Santana emerged from some alley and screeched to a halt in front of the bank. Wang Xianmin glanced at the car, and Wang Xianren called out to someone he didn't recognize. His arranged driver was still waiting on another road; his brother had clearly taken extra precautions.

The four men opened the car door and jumped inside. Before the door was even properly closed, the car had already sped off.

Zhang Yang and Yang Zhen arrived at the bus stop. A few people were scattered on the platform waiting for the bus. Zhang Yang glanced at the crowd and pointed, "Should we press the button, or follow along?"

Yang Zhen picked up the walkie-talkie and gave a brief report to Captain Zhou. After putting the walkie-talkie down, he said one word: "Press."

Zhang Yang and Ding Jian passed by from both sides, walking slowly like two ordinary people rushing to catch a bus. Yang Zhen walked towards the person, and when he got close, he took out a cigarette from his pocket and said casually, "Hey buddy, can I borrow a light?"

The man waved his hand: "No, I don't smoke."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Ding Jian leaped up from behind him, grabbed his right arm, twisted it behind his back, and tripped him with a clean and swift over-the-shoulder throw, bringing the man to the ground with a muffled groan as he landed on his back. Zhang Yang immediately crouched down and pressed his knee down on the man.

With a click, handcuffs were fastened to his wrists on his back. The whole process took less than five seconds. Before the people on the platform could even react, he had already been lifted up and pushed onto the train.

As soon as the car door closed, Yang Zhen, sitting in the passenger seat, turned to look at him: "Where are your accomplices?"

The man rubbed his wrists, which ached from being handcuffed, and looked wronged. "What accomplice? I don't know. You've arrested the wrong person."

Zhang Yang leaned back in his seat and glanced at him, his tone a mix of amusement and exasperation: "I really don't know whether to call you stupid or just plain dumb. Look at your nail polish. You're like an ostrich, only concerned with your head and not your bottom."

The man glanced down at his left hand; the faint pink nail polish marks on his ring and index fingers were still there. His expression visibly soured, and he lowered his head, remaining silent.

Yang Zhen glanced at Zhang Yang, raised his chin slightly, and Zhang Yang took over the conversation, his voice lower than before, no longer in an interrogative tone, but more like chatting with a friend who had made a mistake: "I know you have a daughter, right? She looks about seven or eight years old."

The man's shoulder twitched. Zhang Yang didn't press him, waiting two seconds before continuing, "Think about your daughter's future. With a father like you, what will others think of her? I know your accomplices told you they would take care of your family, but do you believe them? Millions of dollars—if you're not included, they can get hundreds of thousands more. Think about your daughter's future again."

The carriage was quiet for a while, with the sound of traffic outside buzzing through the windows. Ding Jian sat next to the man, one hand on his shoulder, not too tight, but he didn't let go.

The man lowered his head, his Adam's apple bobbing several times, before finally speaking in a very soft voice: "My name is Liu Zhi. I'm with them..."

The suitable location is at the XX factory.

Zhang Yang and Yang Zhen exchanged a glance, and Yang Zhen picked up the walkie-talkie to report the situation.

Old Zheng's voice came through the walkie-talkie: "Our team from Group Six is ​​nearby. You go ahead first, the SWAT team will follow."

Yang Zhen shoved the walkie-talkie into Zhang Yang's hand, then opened the car door, got into the driver's seat, started the engine, shifted gears, and drove straight towards XX.

Factory direction.