The Fourth Disaster Begins at the Dawn of the Millennium

The other one is "lurking beside Bin Laden". The mission note is: "Bin Laden is just a small fry to the United States at this moment, but once he carries out some terrorist attacks more severe than the embassy attacks in the future and becomes the object of American hatred, his value will be much greater. Lurk beside him and look for opportunities to use his head as the cornerstone for our people to ascend to the American power stage."

Howayda was taken to the United States by Giant God Security.

Thanks to the US government's extremely efficient capture of the planner of the embassy bombing, Clinton, who was deeply affected by the "Zippergate" incident, has seen a slight improvement in his popularity among the people. At least the president did not lose points in expressing his tough stance.

Of course, the U.S. action, without informing Pakistan, sent people to a sovereign country to arrest people without authorization, which would certainly lead to protests from the other side, but the U.S. government ignored it, just like responding to the previous protests from the Indonesian government. To these small Karami countries, the U.S. spokesperson responded very roguely:

"This is a business activity of Giant God Company and has nothing to do with the US government! Your protest is totally incomprehensible!"

The U.S. judicial department handled the case with rare efficiency. As expected, with great public attention, Howayda and other captured al-Qaeda members were quickly sentenced to death.

However, what was different about this execution was that the authorities actually allowed reporters to enter. Although only about 20 people were allowed to enter the execution site, the American reporters, who were always known for their perseverance, would not give up. They tried their best to find ways to bring in cameras to report, and bet that the public would want to watch the program anyway. Some TV media people said that this behavior might be a bit excessive for the prisoners here, and that the publicity and live broadcast of the execution might seem cruel. But they also thought that this was "a once-in-a-lifetime grand scene."

Broadcasting the death penalty on national television will naturally cause a lot of controversy, including many people and groups opposed to the death penalty, especially some religious groups. Of course, as for Clinton, he would like everyone to dispute these various things, including the "infinite extension" operation he will approve later. Since the Taliban refused to hand over their guest Bin Laden, the United States can only retaliate by launching "Tomahawk" cruise missiles at the "terrorist training base" in Afghanistan. Although the results may only be a few adobe houses and tents, it can show the muscle of the United States, which is enough.

Clinton also heard that nine soldiers of Giant God Company died in this operation, which made him feel even more fortunate that he chose Giant God Company instead of sending the US special forces to carry out the mission. Death is just a small matter, but the trouble is that the opposition party will use this to attack him. Now, even if the opposition party knows that this secret operation caused the death of nine members of the operation, because these people who died were outsourced "temporary workers" and not "regular" US troops, the opposition party has nothing to say.

Clinton was very happy that Gigantic had done a great job, and he paid more attention to the situation in California. After learning about the experiences of Universal Group, Gigantic, the city manager of Long Beach, and the young and promising congressman Underwood, who was closely connected with Gigantic and also belonged to the Democratic Party, Clinton called the chairman of the California Democratic Party.

After the phone call, the chairman of the California Democratic Party sighed: "It seems that the California Democratic Party has a new political star."

Chapter 156: New Technological Elites

One day in 1998, Congress rejected a bill that "proposed cooperation with private technology companies to jointly establish a national digital security network." The bill recommended that some "patriotic" high-tech data information companies cooperate with the Department of Defense, the CIA and the FBI to hand over part of the information related to national security to the companies, and have the companies provide intelligence analysis services to the above-mentioned departments.

Although the bill does not directly name the companies that provide these services, people familiar with the matter know that the bill was proposed by a congressman who has connections with Prometheus Data Labs. The Pentagon also knows some more details, such as Prometheus Data Labs once introduced to the Pentagon that the company can also provide drone combat command systems, provide battlefield situational awareness assistance to front-line combat troops, and use data-driven analysis capabilities for tactical decision-making and strategic deployment.

There are still some people in the Pentagon who are quite excited about this, thinking that it will greatly enhance the combat capability of the US military; but more people are not optimistic. Some people think that the introduction of the "Prometheus Data Laboratory" is too exaggerated and somewhat unrealistic; others think that even if the US military wants to strengthen this information capability in the future, it can completely rely on itself or trustworthy old companies that can establish long-term cooperative relationships, such as Microsoft.

"Prometheus Data Lab is just a small technology workshop that has just emerged in California," a US military general said privately. "It has only provided the 'Urban Security Risk Comprehensive Monitoring and Early Warning Platform' service to a small local city government, and has not demonstrated the ability to serve the huge US military. Moreover, it has not demonstrated absolute loyalty. The system backends of so many US aircraft and warships are connected to its software services. Who knows if there will be any leaks."

Neither Congress nor the Pentagon has sufficient motivation to engage in military informatization construction for the time being. One reason is that the US military is indeed "looking down on the world" at present, and it seems that there is no rival. The level of informatization is already very impressive, and now there is no opponent like the Soviet Union. It is more than enough to fight some small things like Iraq. Therefore, there is no motivation to improve themselves. It is better to make money with this free time.

Even if they really want to carry out information construction, the main purpose is to make money, and construction is secondary. If the main purpose is to make money, the US military with complicated relationships will not choose a small foreign upstart like "Prometheus Data Laboratory".

After all, there is no war to fight now, and the US military is not in a hurry to upgrade, right?

"This is ridiculous. I think the masters in the Pentagon and Congress are too comfortable. When Bin Laden gives them a big job and sends some masters to hell, they will know that the US mainland is not safe either. The US urgently needs big data analysis to join the anti-terrorism work. By then, Prometheus Data Lab, which is deeply engaged in the field of big data, will be one of their few choices. They will beg our software to connect to their backend..."

Players may say what they want, but they probably expect that the bigwigs in the political and military circles will not easily allow Prometheus Data Lab to access the operating system backends of so many weapons and equipment so easily. It is also not convenient for players to kill all opponents, mainly because there are too many of them and they are too obvious. When some horrific attacks happen in the United States and the US military is involved in war again, there will be fewer opponents, and then it will not be so obvious to arrange a few accidents.

A player said: "Wrong, speaking of which, I am also curious, what would happen if we had the intelligence information of the US military and a large amount of weapon equipment information from the late 21s and early st century? What would we do with these things?"

"What else can we do? We must do something small and control the testicles of the US military's weapon system in the game. For example, one day in the future, we can let a drone accidentally launch a missile and kill a target that is not in the Pentagon's plan..."

"The U.S. military must also know that 'you can't put all your eggs in one basket.' Now what we need to do is to start with various technology companies in California, and then the technology companies in the United States. Whether it's poaching people, plain business wars, or forcibly acquiring shares and becoming a major shareholder. One day in the future, all the 'baskets' in front of the U.S. military will be technology companies controlled by us, leaving the U.S. military with no choice."

Emerging technology companies and Internet companies are the common entry points for players in both China and the United States. This is mainly because industries such as energy, automobiles, steel, and electricity already have complex interest relationships, and the current strength of players cannot make waves in these old industries. But emerging technology companies are different. These technology companies are in a fierce competitive environment where big waves wash away the sand and big fish eat small fish. Every year, countless new companies are established and countless companies go bankrupt. Head technology companies like Microsoft have been targeted, but there are still many "small workshops" that have not been noticed by too many people.

The Chinese and American governments do not have as deep an understanding of and involvement in these fledgling emerging technology companies as they do in traditional industries. They also do not know which companies will become "giants" in the future, which gives players the opportunity to cause trouble.

On the other side of the ocean, players in China acquired the future "Sohu", "Sina" and "NetEase", and then gave the future "Tencent" and "Ali" the first pot of gold that they could not refuse, becoming the major shareholders of these "small workshops". The players did not directly replace the original managers, but they were the major shareholders of the company after all, holding the "Sword of Damocles" that could reshuffle the company.

In California, players also acted fiercely and quickly. As early as 1997, they transformed into angel investors and knocked on the doors of companies such as Nvidia, which had a bright future but was currently in financial crisis and the entire company was desperate because of lack of money.

Taking advantage of his proximity, he met Larry Page and his friend Sergey Brin, who were studying for a Ph.D. in computer science at Stanford University. At that time, the two young men were working together on a search engine called "BackRub". When they felt that the search engine technology was already very mature and began to look for partners for this technology, the player came. Not only was the player knowledgeable about computers, making the two doctors "close friends", but he was also generous with a check for $100 million, making the player a well-deserved major shareholder of this "small workshop". Of course, the two young men also retained their shares, after all, daily work and management still depended on these two people.

As a major shareholder, the first time the player exercised his power as a major shareholder was to name the company, "Let's name it Google. I have a feeling that this company will become one of the Fortune 500 in the future!"

In addition to looking for students who are still starting their own businesses, players also did not forget to find some "street kids" with great ideas, such as Andy Rubin, an employee who was fired by Microsoft. At this moment, he is tinkering with his favorite robots in a small shop in Silicon Valley.

At this time, the European company Proion had joined forces with Nokia, Ericsson, and Motorola to form the "Symbian System Alliance". Why did the players kick open the door of the store rented by Andy Rubin? Of course, they came to invest money. "Don't waste your time here. Bring your friends and my check to work for me! Well, what to do specifically? Of course, do what you are good at. What? Robots? No, no, I mean, why don't you try to develop a new mobile phone operating system."

Chapter 157: The Real “First Bucket of Gold”

Players have become "angel investors" and are ready to invest, buy shares, and open a large number of technology companies in the United States, providing a valuable first pot of gold for a large number of "small workshops" that have creativity and potential but little investment. But the players' money does not come out of thin air. They spend money to give others the first pot of gold, so who will provide the "first pot of gold" for the players' "big acquisitions"?

They will go to whoever has money. When the players' finances start to get urgent, they will set their sights on the Federal Reserve and the good thing that has been hard currency/natural equivalent all over the world since ancient times - gold.

"We have been planning since 1997, and now it is time to reap the rewards, right?"

Manhattan Street is covered by sunshine, and the air is filled with a mixture of asphalt and car exhaust. The towering skyscrapers look particularly majestic against the blue sky, and the shop windows on both sides of the street display a variety of goods, attracting the attention of passers-by. People are in a hurry, or they look down at the newspapers in their hands, or they stroll leisurely, enjoying this ordinary morning.

—A black armored vehicle slowly drove into the streets of Manhattan. The vehicle was heavy and gleamed with a cold metallic light. There were several police cars leading the way in front and behind the armored vehicle, with flashing lights and sirens blaring from time to time, warning anyone with ill intentions. The policemen in the police car were fully armed, wearing bulletproof vests, holding assault rifles, and looking around vigilantly.

Solid metal roadblocks had been erected on both sides of the street where the team passed, and the armored vehicle's tires rolled over the road surface, making a dull sound. Whenever the armored vehicle drove into the Federal Reserve's underground vault, the entire street would be subject to strict traffic control.

On the streets of Manhattan, New York, some people looked at the armored vehicle and the underground vault with extremely focused eyes. Their eyes followed every move of the armored vehicle, carefully observing the security configuration and route of the gold escort. They stood in different positions, some mixed in the crowd, and some stood at the windows of high-rise buildings a little further away, holding binoculars in their hands, silently recording every detail.

The armored vehicle slowly drove into the underground entrance of the Federal Reserve building, and the huge steel door slowly opened, making a heavy roar. After the convoy entered, the steel door quickly closed, isolating the outside world from seeing it. At the entrance of the underground vault, several special police officers were fully armed, holding assault rifles tightly in their hands, and watching everything around them vigilantly.

Only then did the traffic control on the street end, but the eyes hidden in the dark never left. They recorded every detail and thought about the plan for the future.

Players had a heated discussion in the chat group:

"Here, here, and here, there are roadblocks everywhere. Once they find out the vault has been robbed and put up the roadblocks, no car can get out, unless you get an Abrams to clear the way."

"The security guards are all equipped with bulletproof vests and assault rifles, but this is actually the easiest to deal with."

"Do we have anyone who has infiltrated the interior to get some intelligence?"

"Yes, we have been trying to get people in since 1997, but until now, there are only two old players. They have successfully infiltrated the position of vault security guards, but they are actually outsourced and not internal staff of the Federal Reserve. They go to work honestly every day, for fear of being fired for a criminal record. Even so, they are the people closest to the vault. Even so, they cannot get the key and password of the vault, and can only watch the administrator open the vaults from a distance every time."

"That's enough. I'm still worried about how to break open the vault door... When an armored vehicle delivers gold here one day, and it happens to be the turn of one of them to be on duty, he will stuff guns and ammunition into his pocket in the other dimension, and when the administrator opens the thick vault door, he will directly take out the gun from his pocket in the other dimension and shoot. He only needs to control the underground vault door, and we will clear out the security personnel on the ground."

The process of breaking into the underground vault of the Federal Reserve and robbing the vault seems to be clear. The most critical step is for the "traitor" to control the thick vault door. As for the obstacles outside, there is nothing that cannot be solved with C4, cutters and assault rifles. But the problem is that players can indeed rob the underground vault of the Federal Reserve, but the key is to be able to take it away! Players have paid attention to which roadblocks are numerous and strong. Once they are raised, no matter whether it is an ordinary armored vehicle or a muscle car, they can't break through.

If they fail to escape in time, the US government, upon hearing that the Fed's underground vault has been robbed, will probably skip calling the NYPD and directly mobilize the National Guard or even the army, bringing armed helicopters and infantry fighting vehicles to surround the players. If they cannot take the gold out of the vault, then it would be a waste of time - wouldn't it?

Then another player asked how to solve the roadblock problem, whether to split up the troops to raid the place where the roadblock was raised. At this time, a player interrupted:

"No, brothers, even if the roadblock problem is solved, do you think the traffic conditions in New York will allow us to leave quickly? Even if we break our way out, can our cars filled with gold run away right under the noses of the Americans? This is not GTGA5. Our deal involves at least several billion dollars in gold, and the Americans will definitely dare to send helicopters to sweep us over the heads! Where can we go if our cars filled with gold rush out of New York City? We can't just let Giant God Company send out armed forces to fight against the National Guard, can we? If that happens, all of our American players will have to prepare to fight guerrilla warfare, and no one will have legal status."

"What do you mean?"

"Haven't we completed some main missions all over the world? For example, the assassination of Suharto's family. Those missions have brought us a lot of new players. What I mean is, write a letter to Linden Wan through the backstage, um, just as feedback to our game administrators. I suggest that we only open the login for new players in the US area now, and we also go to the forums and post bars to promote it, inviting new players to come to the US area. Those new players who have already entered the US area should not work in the subsidiaries of the Universal Group yet............"

"Brother, you might as well explain it more clearly." said another player in the group.

"I mean, use people to move it! Use new players and members of the Black Ops team who have no connection with the Universal Group. Do you remember our Dimensional Pocket? After completing a few missions, the space of this thing has become much larger. Not only can it hold ordinary assault rifles and bullets, I heard that it can also hold short-barreled disposable rocket launchers. That's easy!"

The player then said:

"We organized a large group of 'illegals' who had nothing to do with the Universal Group to come to the underground vault, with a scale of hundreds of people, and then acted at the same time, taking out the rifles stolen, robbed, and bought on the black market from the pockets of the other dimension and rushing into the underground vault, and then put all the vacated space in the pockets of the other dimension into gold. After filling the pockets with gold, we did not run away, but rushed out to fight the National Guard to the death, and all died in the battle! We just waited 24 hours to be resurrected, and left safely with the gold in the pockets of the other dimension! Then, the Federal Reserve and the US government would be surprised to find that all the robbers who robbed the vault were dead, and no one was seen to pick them up, but the gold in the vault was gone...

Chapter 158: Robbery of the Federal Reserve Bank's Underground Vault (━)

It was still a quiet day on the streets of Manhattan, New York.

The tall buildings sparkle in the sun, and the shop windows on both sides of the street display a dazzling array of goods, attracting the attention of passers-by. On the busy streets, vehicles come and go, and pedestrians either walk hurriedly or leisurely, enjoying the midsummer of this bustling city.

—A black armored vehicle, escorted by police cars, slowly drove into the main road of Manhattan. The armored vehicle was heavy, like a steel wall. The police cars around it had flashing lights and sirens blaring from time to time, reminding other vehicles and pedestrians to get out of the way. As the armored vehicle moved forward, the roadblocks on both sides of the street gradually rose, completely isolating the road leading to the Federal Reserve Bank. The police stood along the road with serious expressions and capable movements to ensure that this escort operation was foolproof.

The armored vehicle stopped at the entrance to the underground vault of the Federal Reserve Bank. The huge iron door slowly opened, emitting a low mechanical roar. At this moment, a sudden noise came from across the street. A young woman wearing sunglasses and with excellent temperament was surrounded by a group of fanatical fans. The noise instantly attracted everyone's attention. She was wearing a simple but elegant white dress, her long golden hair shining in the sun, and her face under the sunglasses outlined a perfect curve, exuding endless charm.

"It's her! It's Katherine Lane!" Someone in the crowd shouted excitedly. Who is Katherine Lane? In fact, not many people know, but looking at the enthusiasm of the fans, maybe she is a female star who has just become famous recently? Passers-by on the street and policemen protecting armored vehicles can see that this female star is surrounded by fans and can hardly move. Fans waved papers and posters in their hands frantically, and some even took off their white shirts and begged her for autographs with their upper bodies naked. The female star seemed a little flustered, and kept smiling at the fans, but she could not hide her nervousness.

"Please move aside, move aside!" The security guards around her tried desperately to maintain order and escort her to a safe place. But facing such crazy fans, they seemed a little overwhelmed. Under the protection of the security guards, the female star hurriedly walked towards the Federal Reserve Bank across the street, and the fans followed her, making even louder noises.

The policemen protecting the armored vehicles saw this scene, their brows furrowed, and they exchanged puzzled looks. They obviously did not expect to encounter such a chaos at this time. Several policemen quickly stepped forward with guns, trying to control the situation. While they ordered the fans not to approach, they whispered who this female star was, and whether anyone had seen her movies or TV series.

The female star's face was filled with anxiety and uneasiness. She called for help directly to the police: "Please help me!" There was a slight tremor in her delicate voice, and the police's hearts melted instantly.

"Stop! Don't come closer!" a policeman shouted, pointing his assault rifle to the sky, trying to disperse the fanatical fans through intimidation. Those fans still refused to give up, and followed the female star persistently, trying to get closer to her. The police finally began to take tougher measures against these fanatical fans, and some police used their bodies to separate them and try to push them back. "Back off! Everyone, back off!" The police's voices became more severe.

Normally, no unrelated people can get close to the police's protection targets, but... it is difficult for the burly policemen to refuse a sweet girl's call for help. They hesitated. They blocked the female star's bodyguards outside, but only let the female star walk into the police, and even let her walk to the entrance of the armored vehicle to the underground vault parking lot, because the fat policeman was looking for the female star's autograph.

At this time, in the chat group, a female player was sharing with her "friends" how she used "tea talk" to let the police relax their vigilance, and then suddenly someone @ her and said: "Chajie! The armored vehicle has entered, and the iron gate is about to close! You have to take action!"

"Why are you so anxious, brother! I'll take action right away!"

The policeman who was waiting for the female star's autograph didn't know how the beautiful girl in front of him changed from holding a pen to holding a Glock pistol in the blink of an eye. "Bang-bang-bang-bang-" The fat policeman was knocked down by three shots, and the policemen guarding the warehouse door were also shot in the head by the players pretending to be female stars. They were caught off guard like the policeman who was waiting for the autograph. Who would have thought that a gentle girl like a golden cat would have a deadly pistol in her hand?

In the blink of an eye, the policeman in the warehouse was knocked down by Sister Cha. Sister Cha slipped in through the "gap" left when the warehouse door was about to close at lightning speed, and pressed the button to open the door again.

When Sister Cha knocked down the police on the inside, the fans who were originally blocked outside by the police and security suddenly "transformed" and took out submachine guns and assault rifles, and fired a burst of bullets at close range. In the blink of an eye, more than half of the security forces on the outside were killed, leaving only a few guards who reacted particularly quickly and quickly hid in the bunkers and shot at the attackers. However, these guards never expected that two window cleaners in the high-rise building opposite would take out an assault rifle with a scope and kill them one by one from a high altitude.

The gunfight not only took place outside, but also inside. Logically, the three managers who were in charge of the key to the underground vault door should wait until the outer door was tightly closed and the armored vehicle drove in before they could open the vault door. But... this world is sometimes made up of a bunch of makeshift teams, and they don't follow the rules completely and mechanically, but open the vault door in advance without waiting for the armored vehicle to come in, so that they can finish their work earlier and leave work earlier.

Every day before this, the underground vault of the Federal Reserve was as "peaceful and tranquil" as ever. There were many robbers who robbed banks and armored vehicles, but no robbers were brave enough to rob the underground vault of the Federal Reserve. So there would be no problem if they operated in this way. Of course, this operation was secretly remembered by the players who acted as security guards.

When the thick vault door, which was said to be impenetrable even by artillery shells, slowly opened, the three yawning managers were still discussing where to go to play golf today when they heard a burst of eardrum-bursting gunfire. Two of the four security guards fell in a pool of blood, and the other two pointed their guns outside and at the three managers.

"Old men, go to sleep here now. You should be able to report to God in the afternoon. You can go and ask if there is a golf course there."

"Da da da da——"

"Brothers, the vault door has been controlled!"

"Got it! The door outside is also under control, we've already rushed in! Gold! We're coming!"

Chapter 159: The Robbery of the Federal Reserve Bank's Underground Vault (Part 2)

The towering skyscrapers cut the sunlight into pieces, casting mottled shadows on the asphalt road. The busy streets in the past are now unusually deserted (if you don't count the noise of gunfire), and the flashing warning lights reflect the glass facades of the surrounding buildings, reflecting red and blue light. Dozens of fully armed gunmen set up a defense line outside the underground vault. Some of them sought shelter near the entrance, while others disguised themselves as plumbers, painters, and cleaners and hid in the high-rise buildings near the vault entrance.

The first batch of NYPD police cars arrived at the scene early, with sirens blaring and lights flashing. The police cars continued to approach the vault entrance. Suddenly, a dense burst of bullets was fired from the vault entrance. The gunshots were deafening. The bullets bounced on the metal and sent sparks. The patrol officers who were frightened and screamed slammed on the brakes. The tires made a piercing scream and finally stopped. The police in the car quickly jumped out and hid behind the relatively solid car body. It was impossible to fight back. The bullets splashed by the assault rifles were flying around them. They would only fight with such a desperate person if they didn't care about their lives.

It was not until the first fully armed SWAT team arrived that the NYPD began to work on a counterattack strategy. They had the SWAT team, armed with bulletproof shields, heavy bulletproof vests, and automatic rifles, push along the streets, determined to eliminate the arrogant robbers in front of them as soon as possible. On the ground defense line, the players' assault rifles were indeed a little "inadequate" to deal with such "heavy armor units", but the players on the high-rise buildings had the opportunity to show their skills.

When attacking the first group of NYPD, the players on the high-rise buildings had not yet opened fire, so the NYPD did not notice the enemies above their heads in a hurry. When the bullets came from high above, the SWAT team, which had madly stacked frontal bulletproof capabilities, could not withstand it all of a sudden.

The bullet whizzed past the SWAT team's front-line commander's helmet, leaving a crater on the wall behind him.

"FUCK! There are their people in the nearby tall buildings! Be careful of snipers on high places!" the commander yelled on the radio, "Everyone, hide in the buildings with shelters! If we don't clear the enemies up there, we can't attack from the front!"

"Sniper! Three o'clock direction, about 11 stories high!" a team member reported loudly, and an experienced team member following the commander immediately fired back at the reported location with the assault rifle in his hand. However, after the team member fired two or three shots, the enemies in other positions quickly found his position, "bang-bang-bang".

All the police forces of the NYPD seemed to be useless in the face of this group of lawless gangsters. The enemy's firepower was too strong. They had assault rifles, grenades, light machine guns, and even someone used a disposable rocket launcher to knock over the SWAT armored vehicle. The NYPD, which had suffered heavy casualties, realized that the situation was completely out of control and that they were completely unable to suppress these "robbers."

The mayor of New York City also quickly requested support from his superiors. This was not a matter of face. He believed that the governor would not argue with him on this matter. This was the largest underground vault of the Federal Reserve. Who dared to joke about this? "No more hesitation. Please ask the New York State National Guard to take over the situation. With such strong firepower, they dared to rob the underground vault of the Federal Reserve. This is no longer an ordinary robber, but a terrorist. We must strike hard. Let the National Guard send infantry fighting vehicles!"

Meanwhile, inside the vault, there was chaos.

The masked thieves shuttled through the narrow corridors, like Granny Liu entering the Grand View Garden for the first time, staring at the "gold mountains" behind the vault door in amazement. Every small room was a treasure house, with shelves filled with glittering gold bars, each marked with the year, purity, and serial number. The greedy eyes flashed behind the masks, and the players in front of the screen were drooling.

Gold bars lie quietly on the shelves, emitting the unique cold light of metal. These are standard 400-ounce gold bars, about 172mm long, 84mm wide, and 41mm thick. The surface is as smooth as a mirror, as if it can reflect a person's shadow. The four corners of the gold bars are slightly rounded, but the edges are still sharp. Under the light, the color of the gold bars is particularly dazzling, and the deep golden color gives people a heavy feeling. The light hits the gold bars, reflecting a soft light, like a flowing golden river.

"OK, guys, I know this is beautiful, but we don't have time to appreciate it, so hurry up and take it!"

The players were roughly divided into groups, taking turns to enter the vault to get the gold (if they all rushed in at once it would be chaos), and everyone who entered would clear out the weapons, ammunition and various miscellaneous items stored in the other-dimensional space in advance, ensuring that every inch of the other-dimensional pocket space was left for gold, and also allowing the players guarding outside to output firepower without worrying about what to do when they ran out of bullets.

What should the player do when every inch of his pocket is filled with real gold? At this time, he will stuff one or two real gold bricks into his backpack, and then take a handful of "fake gold bricks" of similar weight from those "troublemakers" and stuff them into his big bag. Then he will go outside the vault to get some bullets and a weapon.

Now, these players can no longer hide their weapons, ammunition, and other items in the alternate dimension. They can only carry all their loads on their backs. Some players even put too many "fake gold bricks" in their large backpacks, which caused the "excessive weight" debuff on their bodies, directly reducing their walking speed by 50%.

The players entered the vault like an assembly line, stuffed their extra-dimensional pockets with gold, and then gathered at the door with weapons, ammunition and "props". Once they had gathered twenty people, they drove the stolen cars to break out of the siege with the fire support of their teammates outside.

..-.------.-…--

If they don't check the group chat messages on their phones, the players who are taking gold from the vault don't know how busy it is outside.

Even though the streets of Manhattan were like a war zone, explosive news like "the underground vault of the Federal Reserve Bank was robbed" still attracted a huge amount of attention in an instant. Workers who worked nearby came to watch the excitement despite the occasional stray bullets. Reporters who were like sharks swarmed in as if they smelled blood. The police tried their best to stop them, but it was useless. These reporters were as fearless as the robbers, and their enthusiasm for taking advantage of loopholes and finding "clues" was much higher than that of the police on the ground.

A gunman was on the rooftop firing at the SWAT team on the ground. The street below was in chaos. However, apart from the police lying in a pool of blood, no civilians were seen dead. The gunfight lasted for quite a while. The civilians who were forced to hide in the shops by the bullets coming from all directions had no choice but to "skip work". Then they ordered a cup of coffee and a meat dog from the shop owner, and hid in the shop to eat, watch the show, and chat.

"Look, we don't want to hurt anyone. We won't open fire on unarmed civilians. If the police don't stop us, this will only be a peaceful operation to extract gold." Another robber next to the gunman was introducing to the young woman holding a microphone. It's strange that when the gunman duo moved to other shooting positions, they happened to encounter Zoe and the cameraman who were trying to capture the camera here. The moment the two young reporters who had just entered the media saw the gunman, they thought they were going to die here. Unexpectedly, the gunman did not kill them, but just asked them to leave their positions so that he could shoot. One of them even agreed to be interviewed anonymously.

Back to the interview, although there were intermittent gunshots from time to time, this did not affect the masked robber talking to the reporter's microphone, "Ms. Zoe, what we are doing here is not just a simple robbery, but...wait a minute." The robber's hand pushed away Zoe's microphone and suddenly put it on the earphone on her ear, "What did you say? There is a problem with the gold? What do you mean there is a problem with the gold? Fake? Impossible! That's the gold in the underground vault of the Federal Reserve!"

Chapter 160: Robbery of the Federal Reserve Bank's Underground Vault (Part 3)

Several powerful muscle cars were roaring on the road, and the robbers were running rampant without restraint. The robbers sitting in the back seat of the muscle cars even took out assault rifles and shot at the police. From time to time, a policeman fell in a pool of blood, or a robber was shot and died.

The muscle car convoy speeding through the lanes cut through the NYPD's first line of defense like a hot knife through butter. However, the good times didn't last long. When the convoy just broke through the first line of defense, it saw a row of buried roadblocks in front of it. Behind the roadblocks was a composite barrier composed of police cars, riot vehicles and spikes laid on the asphalt. The robber slammed on the brakes, the tires made a sharp protest, and the car slid down in time.

Without wasting time, the robbers climbed out of the car, carrying heavy backpacks and began to evacuate on foot. However, there were SWAT and National Guard everywhere, and firepower was coming from all directions. Although the robbers were wearing bulletproof vests, they could not withstand the upgraded firepower of the opposite side. The National Guard brought in .50 machine guns and anti-material rifles, which was not something the bulletproof vests on the robbers could withstand.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder. Bullets either whizzed past the robbers' ears, making a deafening sound, or they were shot into pieces. If the robbers were smart, they would quickly throw away the heavy "gold" on their backs and leave the war zone as soon as possible. But they didn't do so. They wanted money but not their lives. They guarded the gold in their bags tightly and fought back against the National Guard in despair and anger.

"Bang--" Several 12.7mm bullets pierced the robber's arm, and the bag slipped from his hand, and the glittering things were scattered on the ground. The "golden turn" clattered on the sidewalk. The robber, who valued money more than his life, stretched out his body to pick them up under the heavy firepower suppression of the National Guard. The next second, more bullets greeted him and shot him into a sieve.

The companion who tried to drag back the body that had become a sieve was also hit by a bullet in the shoulder. The huge kinetic energy directly caused him to spin and hit a pile of crates. The robber screamed in pain and grabbed the wound tightly. Blood oozed from between his fingers, staining his clothes dark red.

The robbers were shot dead one after another. The police and the National Guard had no intention of persuading them to surrender. Anyway, the streets of Manhattan were surrounded like an iron tunnel, and the robbers could not escape. The last remaining desperate robber roared like a lion and rushed towards the National Guard with his backpack on his back. But his bravery was short-lived. A hail of bullets knocked him down. He collapsed to the ground, his bag tore open, and the "golden turn" was scattered around him, everywhere.

"A group of robbers and terrorists who don't know how to live or die." Behind the state National Guard are bigwigs such as the mayor of New York City, the governor of New York State, and the president of the Federal Reserve Bank of New York. Their attitude towards these thugs is surprisingly consistent, that is, they will never talk nonsense with the other party, and they will never negotiate. These robbers can only have one end, that is, they will be killed! "They can't take any gold bricks from the vault!"