Pretending to Be an Untouchable Crime Boss-Chapter 110: Bad Feeling.

Their first stop was at the Washer, where they picked up two more guys. After that, the others followed them with cars to the Hinsber Bank, where they were greeted by Fredrick himself, who looked a little surprised when he saw Arine getting out of the car with a machine gun.

"Isn't that a little too much?" He asked, pointing at the gun.

"Oh, it's necessary... in case something happens." Arine smiled at him.

"Put this on, Arine." Mike stepped to him, holding out a fake ID card that showed he was an official security personnel.

Arine put it around his neck, and now they were fully ready to escort the money. But when they looked around, they didn't see any truck outside the bank.

"Where is it?" Mike asked.

"Oh, come with me. It's in the garage." Fredrick said as he turned and went into the building.

Arine and Mike followed him, and all eyes fell on them as they walked through the hall. They kind of looked like they were about to rob the bank, but the ID card around their necks was the only thing that calmed people down.

They went through a back door and from there into the garage, where an armored truck and more guards were waiting.

"That's the truck." Fredrick pointed at one of them.

It was an ordinary white money transport truck, nothing unusual about it.

"As you can see, the guys are loading the money right now. When they're done, just tell them and they'll roll out. I hope nothing happens, guys." Fredrick said, then went back upstairs, leaving Mike and Arine behind.

Mike was the first to step toward the truck and the guards nearby, who were putting the money in.

"Is that an armored case?" He asked, eyeing the iron box.

"Yeah, it can only be opened with a specific key and fingerprint..." The guard replied, looking up, getting a little surprised by the sight of them. "Are you guys outside security?" He asked, eyeing the weapon and Mike pistol.

"Yes, we are. See?" Mike pointed at the fake ID card. "And who has the key? Whose fingerprint opens that?"

The guard paused for a second when he saw Arine too, standing there with that big ass gun, but then looked back at Mike.

"The key stays with the driver, that's me, and the fingerprint is random. One of the guards in the back has it."

"Isn't that a little unsafe? What happens if you guys get captured?" Mike asked genuinely, raising an eyebrow at the security protocol.

The guard laughed as he placed the last box into its place. "Nah, because it's meant to waste time."

"Time-wasting?" Mike looked confused.

"Yeah, because sure, the key is with me, everyone knows that, but the fingerprint is random. Nobody knows which guard has the print to open it. And even if they do find the right guy, there's a small detail that wastes even more time."

He smiled again, looking up.

"Basically, you need to turn the key and scan the fingerprint at the exact same time. If you're even a second late, the box locks down and can only be opened with the master key from the director himself."

"That's actually smart." Mike smiled. "But... why are you telling me security details when I'm an outsider? What if I rob you right now?"

The guard laughed, shaking his head. "Look, man, I'm not dumb. And that pistol of yours," He pointed at it. "is custom-made with a name engraved on it. I know exactly who you work for. Second, that ID card, I can tell it was cut with scissors. It's uneven." He chuckled. "So yeah, I know exactly whose money it is and why you're asking about the security details."

It was true, the ID card was just printed from some online template and cut out with scissors. Looking closely, anyone could tell it was fake. And well, the pistol stood out even more.

"You're smart." Mike laughed. "Alright, get the other guy and let's roll out."

The guard nodded and went toward the door. Arine stepped up next to Mike.

"I don't like this. They only got pistols and bulletproof vests... that's it? Where's the shotgun and the other weapons?" Arine asked, looking around, but none of the guards had anything more than what was said.

"I'm more worried that he knows who we are and whose money this is... worst part is, he's the driver. He could lead us straight into a trap." Mike said as he looked around and saw a guy in a suit. "A second and I'm coming back."

"Excuse me, can you help me?" He asked, walking up to the man who looked at him slowly, his eyes widened a little seeing Mike stacked up with gear.

"Yeah... are you working for security?"

"That's right. Can you show me the route toward the Yensai Bank?"

The man nodded and pulled out his phone, showing a detailed map.

"Shit... that's a narrow-ass road." Mike pointed out.

"Yeah, but it cuts off five minutes, so we usually take that route when we transport to Yensai Bank." The man explained. But when he looked up, Mike's face wasn't impressed, it was more concerned.

"Can we take a different route?"

"I'm sorry, but all trucks have a pre-planned path. If the driver even starts to go off-route, sensors will detect it and send an alert to the bank and the police station. So... no, you can't."

Mike raised a brow. "Sensors?"

"Yeah, the truck's loaded with detectors and sensors. Like, if somebody uses an explosive or some power tool to cut the doors open, it sends alerts. Also, if the truck stays still for more than five minutes, it sends an alert too."

"What if there's a traffic jam?"

"Then the guard calls it in. But our operators in the bank can see the truck's feed, so even if the driver lies, they'll know exactly what's happening and where the truck is at all times."

"Hmm thanks a lot."

As he turned to leave, the man hesitated, just now realizing he might've told a little too much.

"Wait... can I see your ID?"

Mike stopped, looked over his shoulder, and casually tapped the pistol, where the engraving was visible. "Is this enough?"

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The man's face paled slightly. He just nodded and turned away.

Arine stepped closer as Mike came back.

"What's up?" Arine asked.

Mike shook his head. "I don't know if these guys are dumb... or if they just want to get robbed because they're bored. We've been here for five minutes and I already know all the truck's security details, even the route they use to Yensai Bank."

"I think they know whose money this is, or at least some of them do." Arine said. "That's why they're talking, they just fear us."

"Still... dumb thing to do." Mike replied, shaking his head.

"We're ready." The guard said he came back with his colleagues. "You just need to sign this paperwork, just confirming you are security." He said, pointing to another guy holding a clipboard.

Mike stepped forward, but what he saw in that guy's face? Stress. Serious stress. The dude was sweating like crazy.

"You good?" Mike asked casually as he scribbled a fake name on the form.

"Yeah... just... never seen this heavy of security before..." The man replied, but he never looked Mike in the eyes. No. He was staring dead at Mike's pistol. "Thanks...."

He turned around quickly, practically ran back inside like he couldn't wait to get away.

"Who was that guy?" Mike asked, turning toward the guard.

"He just does paperwork for the transfers. His name's Rici."

Mike froze.

"Ricci?" He asked slowly, glancing at Arine who was already looking at him confused.

"No, no, with one C. Rici."

"You are dumb, Arber." One of the other guards cut in."His name's Richie. Not Rici."

Mike almost had a mini heart attack. Hearing Ricci threw him off, he shook it off as the truck started to roll out of the garage.

"Let's go, Arine." Mike slapped his shoulder, and both of them went out to their car, but as Mike started the engine, he caught a glimpse of that same paperwork guy, that Richie standing near the garage the truck came from.

He was on the phone, watching them and talking.

Mike's hand twitched, he almost opened the door to go back, but the truck was already moving ahead.

And Richie was calling none other than Oli.