America: Starting with the Last Liberty

Chapter 119 The Storm 4K

Immediately, someone took out their phone and glanced at it.

"My phone has no signal either, it must be because of that thunderclap! This damn infrastructure!"

The conversation quickly turned to the federal government's terrible infrastructure, and everyone was complaining about it, so the security chief didn't think too much about it.

In reality, what truly caused the San Martin bank to lose its signal was the ECM jammer that Rosen set up at the moment of the explosion.

Once people inside the bank move out of the electromagnetic interference zone, they will find that the signals in other areas are normal.

However, in this stormy weather, no one would want to leave the bank.

In the sewer, the smoke and dust from the explosion quickly dissipated, leaving a huge hole in the sewer wall.

The five of them went over for a look and saw the glittering gold.

"We did it!"

To prevent running out of C4 explosives, Rosen also bought some other explosives.

But it turned out that Rosen underestimated the power of this military explosive; the hole blasted open was big enough for a forklift to drive through.

As expected, the wall that had previously caused problems was indeed transformed into a safe wall after being repaired.

All sorts of random things were scattered all over the floor—jewelry, documents, all sorts of odds and ends.

After a quick look, Rosen realized that there was nothing he wanted.

This newly renovated wall of safes mainly consists of small cubicle safes, about the size of mailboxes in an old-fashioned apartment, which can't hold much at all.

(This is it)

If Francis really wanted to keep important documents and ledgers, he would have kept them in a large safe, on the other side of the inner wall.

Donnie quickly regained his composure and promptly took out his professional handheld circular saw to get started.

The three members of the Toledo gang were still immersed in their golden world, and Rosen had to remind them.

"Get to work quickly, we only have 15 minutes!"

Because each of Rosen's three ECM jammers only lasts for five minutes, he only has a total of 15 minutes of operational time.

If they exceed that limit, Rosen and his men's activities in the vault will be exposed.

Donnie was specifically responsible for opening the safe, and the remaining four people had to move 5 tons of gold within 15 minutes, which was quite a lot of pressure.

However, Rosen seemed to underestimate the effect of gold on people; the three members of the Toledo gang were visibly excited, as if they had been injected with adrenaline.

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They were carrying dozens or even hundreds of kilograms of gold as if nothing had happened.

If it were just Dominic acting like this, Rosen would think it was normal, after all, this bald guy was well-built.

But when Jesse, a short man, could carry over a hundred pounds of gold with ease, Rosen could only marvel at the immense allure of gold.

Rosen and his men moved the gold bars to a speedboat that had been prepared in advance in the sewers. The speedboat contained a huge canvas bag that had been opened.

This speedboat was modified by Rosen and Jesse together, and its structure and power are sufficient to carry a weight of six tons.

Rosen chose to act during the stormy weather, partly because the weather could conceal their movements, and partly because the high water level made it easier to use speedboats.

As is well known, the sewers in America are particularly wide, which made Rosen's plan much easier.

However, the climate in Los Angeles is relatively dry, and the water level may not be high if it doesn't rain, so it's safer to wait until it rains.

However, after the wall was blown open, water from the sewers quickly flooded in, which affected Rosen and his team's work efficiency to some extent.

Fortunately, everyone is in high spirits right now, so this little problem can be overcome.

If it takes one person 30 seconds to carry 50 kilograms of gold, then one person can carry 100 kilograms per minute.

It would take 50 minutes of total working time to process 50 tons (5000 kilograms) of gold.

If it's divided among 4 people, that means each person spends a little over 12 minutes, which is just enough time.

However, fueled by adrenaline, everyone worked incredibly efficiently and even finished the moving work ahead of schedule.

Although the price was that Jesse and Vince were so exhausted they could barely stand up straight.

"Fuck! Jack, we've got this sorted out. We still have some time. Should we evacuate?"

Rosen glanced at Donnie, who was still nervously cutting open the safe. He had already opened half of the safe, but there was nothing inside that Rosen wanted.

"Wait a little longer!"

At this point, Vince made a suggestion.

"Since we still have some time, should we take some cash with us?"

This guy has his eye on the US dollars in the vault.

Some of these US dollars were scattered by the shockwave from the C4 explosion, but the remaining ones are estimated to be worth several million.

"Take whatever you want, as much as you can, it's all yours, I won't take a cut."

Jesse and Vince, who were already exhausted, suddenly regained their energy and began packing up the stacks of US dollars on the table.

Fifteen minutes passed quickly, and Donnie had already changed several saw blades, but he still hadn't found what Rosen wanted.

The ECM jammer stopped working, and the surveillance video and signal returned to normal. Soon after, an alarm sounded.

"Fuck! We've been spotted!"

Dominic shot and destroyed the surveillance camera hanging on the ceiling, then looked anxiously at Rosen.

Rosen stared intently at the safe Donnie was sawing at. He could do without the bonds, but he couldn't do without the ledger.

"Jack!"

"Dominic, you take the gold and go first. Follow our pre-arranged plan to evacuate. We'll meet again at the agreed-upon place later!"

"And what about you?"

Baldy still values ​​loyalty, unlike Vince and Jesse who had already run onto the speedboat.

Not only was there a speedboat, but there were also two motorboats moored in the sewer as a backup plan in case of overweight.

"Leave a motorboat for Mr. Blasco and me; we'll be leaving in a bit!"

Dominic opened his mouth, but in the end he could only pat Rosen on the shoulder.

"Watch yourselves! Vince, Jesse, you two little brats are so disloyal!"

The bald man walked out of the hole in the vault, cursing and swearing. Soon after, the sound of a speedboat engine starting up could be heard from the sewers.

"Mr. Blasco, give me that chainsaw. I'll cut the safe in, and you unlock it!"

"good!"

After observing for a while, Rosen roughly figured out the trick to opening the safe with a circular saw, so he took the circular saw from Donnie.

In this way, when the two worked together, their efficiency suddenly doubled.

"Jack, I see the Bonanno family crest!"

Finally, in the 18th minute, Donnie successfully found a file bag in a medium-sized safe, which bore the Bonanno family crest.

"Open it and take a look!"

The folder contained a large number of bearer bonds of varying amounts.

"Take these first, let's continue!"

Donnie looked at Rosen in surprise.

"Should we continue?"

"Keep driving for another two minutes!"

With no other option, Donnie gritted his teeth and continued unlocking.

Fortunately, the police response time was slowed down due to the heavy rain, and since General Manager Lopez had left, it was impossible for the security chief alone to open the vault.

The once impregnable vault door has now become an obstacle for St. Martin's Bank, allowing Rosen and Donnie to not worry about anyone coming in through the vault door.

"Jack, what exactly are we looking for?"

Donnie opened several more locks before finally asking Rosen.

"The ledger! I'm looking for the ledger Francis Richie hid!"

"An account book? Could it be from the Bonanno family—"

"That's right, it's exactly what you're thinking of."

Donnie was startled and immediately realized the importance of this ledger.

Rosen broke another circular saw blade and hurriedly replaced it.

However, perhaps due to the intense work over ten minutes, the electric circular saw developed some minor problems and got stuck when it was restarted.

"Jack, who told you the ledgers are in the vault?"

"What Mr. Rosen told me was probably what Francis Richie said."

The information actually came from the Harvest Day app, but it's fine for Rosen to make Francis take the blame since there's no way to verify it now that he's dead.

"Is it possible that the ledger isn't actually in the vault, but somewhere else in the bank?"

Rosen's heart skipped a beat as he recalled the information about the ledger in the Harvest Day app. It only said that the ledger was hidden in the St. Martin's Bank, not in the vault.

Could it be that the ledger is really not in the vault?

But if it's not in the vault, where could it be?

Rosen suddenly remembered the small safe in the general manager's office. Could it be—

The Bank of St. Martin has actually been acquired by Francis Ritchie, although it is under the Bonanno family name and not his personal property.

However, Rosen learned from Mia that Lopez became general manager after the acquisition of St. Martin's Bank, suggesting that he was likely one of Francis's men.

If Francis did hand the ledgers to Lopez, it's indeed possible they were kept in the small safe in the general manager's office.

"Mr. Blasco, I think I know where the ledger is! I need to get back to the surface to find it. Get on the speedboat and find a place to meet me!"

Rosen threw away the electric circular saw and slung the document bag containing the bonds over his shoulder.

"What, you're going up there again?"

"Mr. Blasco, I must complete Mr. Rosen's task. Don't worry about me, I'll be fine."

At 3:25, 25 minutes after the vault explosion, and 5 minutes after the St. Martin bank called the police.

Rosen successfully climbed out of the manhole cover near the St. Martin's Bank.

Los Angeles police have still not appeared; visibility is extremely low in this stormy weather, and police cars dare not drive too fast.

Therefore, Rosen still has a final opportunity to act.

Without hesitation, Rosen took out his grappling hook gun, aimed at the edge of the roof of the St. Martin Bank building, and pulled the trigger. The grappling hook accurately gripped the rooftop.

The powerful mechanical force inside the grappling hook gun pulled Rosen up into the air.

That is, Rosen, who has the Iron Man ace, would probably break the arm if an ordinary person tried to do it like that.

However, while in the air, Rosen was also affected by the storm and was almost blown away.

Fortunately, the grappling hook's rope was very strong and withstood the intensity of the storm, allowing Rosen to successfully climb to the rooftop.

Rosen had noticed earlier that the manager's office had a transparent glass skylight in the ceiling, which is why he chose to go directly to the rooftop.

After arriving above the manager's office, Rosen immediately took out the Remington M870 produced by the app, switched to slugs, and fired at the sunroof.

boom!

The sound of shotguns and shattering glass traveled very far.

The sound was clearly different from thunder, and it immediately caught the attention of the security personnel.

"There's someone on the roof!"

Ignoring the security personnel, Rosen took out his grappling hook and aimed it at the small safe on the bookshelf.

There wasn't time to open the small safe, so Rosen decided to just take it with him.

Fortunately, the small safe wasn't fixed to the bookshelf, so the grappling hook successfully pulled it up.

Then, Rosen grabbed the small safe and prepared to leave.

At that moment, the Los Angeles police, with sirens blaring, finally arrived.

Police cars lined up near the St. Martin's Bank, making it impossible for Rosen to get out.

Looking around, there were several buildings near the St. Martin Bank that could be accessed via a grappling hook, but the risk was quite high.

With the wind so strong right now, Rosen really doesn't know if he'll end up as a flying man.

However, before that, we should remind Donnie about the transfer.

"Hey, Mr. Blasco, the police are here. I can't go down now. You should just move me!"

"Jack, what are you going to do?"

"I still have a plan, let's meet at the evacuation point!"

"I see!"

After hanging up the walkie-talkie, Rosen immediately aimed at the external staircase of the nearest six-story apartment building and fired his grappling hook gun.

The Los Angeles Police Department had learned from security personnel that there were people on the roof and in the sewers. Some of the officers had just looked up when they saw Rosen flying overhead.

"He's there!"

The Los Angeles police officers who arrived immediately split into two groups: one group went to check the vault in the sewers, and the other group went to chase Rosen.

Here we should mention the third advantage of operations during storms: police helicopters are unable to be deployed.

Flying a helicopter in a storm is pure suicide.

Without helicopters to guide the way in the air, it is easy to lose sight of the target.

This is the current situation: Rosen is using a grappling hook to move around on the rooftop, and the Los Angeles police below have no way of determining his approximate location, allowing Rosen to escape easily.

Rosen then received a message from Dominic.

"Jack, we've arrived at our destination and are loading the cargo!"

"Didn't you encounter any police?"

"No! How could those police officers have imagined we would do something like that!"

Dominic sounded quite pleased with himself; it seemed the successful operation had made him somewhat unable to control his emotions.

"It's best not to let your guard down! Don't fall at the finish line!"

Rosen's reminder made Dominic tone it down a bit.

"You're right! I'll hang up now!"

At that moment, Baldy was standing in the artificial waterway of Los Angeles, watching Jesse operate a forklift to lift the gold from the speedboat into the bed of a large garbage truck.