America: Starting with Daily Intelligence-Chapter 315 - 183 Mountain Summit Gathering_2

The password was entered correctly; Old Jack turned the combination left three times, then right. With a pull, the vault door swung open. Immediately, an enticing dense ink fragrance wafted out.

Sieg stepped in for a look, it was like walking into heaven!

In the dazzlingly lit vault, the carts were piled with stacks and stacks of Franklin hundred-dollar bills! There were also plenty of fifties.

It was like Granny Liu entering the Grand View Garden; their eyes were wide open.

Their eyes could go blind from the shine.

"Quick, quick, quick! Stop looking! Take it away! Take everything!!" Old Jack urged immediately: "Take as much as you can; this will to some extent affect our bonus!"

He himself rushed straight to the iron bars, took out a welding torch and a drill, aimed at the lock and started showering sparks. After prying open the lock, he headed straight for the inside cash and safes.

Sieg just took out his tool bag and swept those stacks of US dollar bills into it. Ten thousand, twenty thousand, thirty thousand, forty thousand...

Fifty thousand, sixty thousand, seventy thousand, eighty thousand...

Holy shit! The money made their hands go soft.

They dashed around, cramming all the money they could see right under their eyelids into their bags, bulging out with at least fifty pounds’ worth. They couldn’t count it all, but it surely couldn’t be less than 2 million US dollars!

Bailey too was dazzled by so much paper currency, while stuffing his pockets he also said: "Such a pity, if only all this money was ours."

"You can’t take that much with you, without a traitor’s cooperation and not enough time, and it’s also very heavy." Sieg, carrying two big bags, felt it was getting hard to walk.

The two swept the cash in the vault hall clean, not even glancing at the scattered bills on the floor, their pockets stuffed full until they were literally cramping from grabbing money.

Old Jack and Old Earl were also done, each carrying a bag out, and stuffed a piece of paper document into the bag, something the employer had instructed in advance that they must take.

Watching them with big and small bags waiting outside, they were stunned, "Did you guys clear out all the money already?"

"Isn’t that what you said? Let’s hurry up and go! If we wait for the police officers to arrive, it might not be so easy to leave." Sieg carried the bag and urged. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

They immediately left the vault, walked downstairs, and slipped out the back door of the casino. There were no more people in the hall, the players had all been scared away.

Old Jack then called for the getaway driver, his grandson Mike, who drove to pick them up and loaded the money into the trunk and the back seat. Old Jack also reported the progress to the employer, received a message back, and immediately got in the car.

"The other side told us to gather at the No. 652 summit villa, we will head there first, remember to take the long way! Must arrive there before nightfall."

After Old Jack finished, he had Mike drive away, flooring the gas pedal to depart Little Rock.

Allen Zhang watched the Chevrolet drive away, taking Sieg and Bailey aboard a Toyota Highlander they had gotten for free, threw the big and small bags of paper currency on the car, and called Blitz to plan a route for them.

Blitz replied: "The Filipinos have already called the police, now all the road junctions near Little Rock have set up roadblocks for interception. Previously, on the suburban highway, there was a traffic accident with a truck crushing a private car, with fatalities. Little Rock also had an arson case; they temporarily don’t have the extra capacity to manage public order. If you want to reach your destination smoothly, you can only take the suburban trails up the mountain; it is estimated that you’ll arrive there in 4 hours."

Allen Zhang immediately started the vehicle and instructed Sieg and the others to keep watch, turned the steering wheel, and hit the gas to leave the scene.

They made their great escape.

It was only a good ten minutes later that the police vehicles arrived, starting to handle and maintain public order issues.

The Filipino shareholders of the casino, upon learning that the vault was robbed, and all their hired hands had been taken down, instantly felt a heat surge, minds buzzing, driven to the point of exploding with anger.

Shivering in fury, they quickly drove to the scene and led by the staff, they arrived at the vault. Seeing the empty vault with a few scattered US bills on the ground, the grey-haired old shareholder immediately clutched his heart as if he was about to have an attack.

People nearby hurried to support him; the old man had nearly failed to catch his breath.

The other Filipino shareholders were infuriated and turned their heads to blame the casino staff on site, "How could this happen? How many robbers were there? How could they take down so many of us? Did they use planes and cannons? Were the security staff here just for show?"

"All the cameras were hacked; we didn’t capture anything." The white security staff said guiltily and seriously added, "Their firepower was extremely fierce! At least a dozen people! We didn’t dare resist!"

"Then how did they know the vault’s password?" The Filipino shareholder questioned.

"They had robbed a hotel on West Street in advance. The vault manager and the casino executives were all knocked out, just half an hour before it happened." The security staff continued, "Our department head was also inside; he was knocked out too, and we didn’t get any orders from him during the incident. Many people desperately resisted the robbers but were shot dead."

The Filipino shareholder looked around and suddenly realized that all the fallen were local ’monkeys’, fellow countrymen.

So none of you local old white guys are down? Not even a few wounded? WTF!!