Chapter 518: Today is not April Fool’s Day!

In the afternoon, Ye Yangcheng had already calculated the specific location of the vault, but to be on the safe side, he adjusted the depth of twenty-four meters underground to twenty-six meters underground. In this way, he would not have to worry about stuffing himself into the rock formation in an instant and moving.

Standing quietly in the corner of this alley, his eyes swept across the exit of the alley, and after confirming that there were no people around, Ye Yangcheng took a breath and silently said: "Telection technique, duh."

The spiritual power in the Jiuxiao Divine Land gushed out. At this moment, Ye Yangcheng felt that his body had been broken into countless small molecules, and under a mysterious and powerful force, he disappeared out of thin air from the spot where he was standing.

Immediately afterwards, the broken body merged back together, and his eyes turned dark. When he opened his eyes again, he had already appeared twenty-six meters underground in the Federal Reserve Bank building in New York. Before he could adapt to the darkness of his hands in the vault, a dull feeling of panting had already hit his heart and swept his whole body in an instant.

Ye Yangcheng knew that this was because after the vault was closed, the staff of the vault pulled out the oxygen present in the vault. In other words, this was also a very effective way of protection. Even if a robber broke into the vault, the lack of oxygen alone would be enough to make the robber die on the spot.

However, this defensive method still does not have much effect on Ye Yangcheng. Although he still needs to breathe air to maintain his life, he can still easily hold his breath for eight or nine minutes.

Mobilizing the power of the sky to block his breath. Standing on the cold granite floor, Ye Yangcheng narrowed his eyes and slowly swept through the "small prison" densely displayed in the vault. Among the two hundred square meters of vault, there are a total of 122 small compartments, and each small compartment is piled with thousands of golden gold bars, and the codes are placed in the compartment like walls.

According to the information provided by Fu Yizhi, in this dark vault, Ye Yangcheng's eyes slowly swept through the small compartments, looked at the numbers hanging on the iron door of the compartment, and silently recited in his heart: "18...19...20...21..."

In the end, Ye Yangcheng's eyes were firmly locked on the iron fence of the small compartment No. 31, 32, 33, 34, 35, and 36, and a bright smile appeared on his face. Although the gold storage points in the vault were only marked with numbers, strictly keeping the customer's detailed information confidential, they still could not hide it from the omnipresent agents.

In the compartments from 31 to 36, the 410 tons of gold stored here in the United States was piled up. After confirming this, Ye Yangcheng no longer hesitated. He gently raised his right hand, pointed to the 410 tons of gold stored in these six compartments, and said gently: "Cake it for me."

More than 30,000 gold bricks disappeared from thin air. In just less than a minute, Ye Yangcheng had already looted the 410 tons of gold stored in the US government in this vault. He glanced at the place where the gold bricks were originally piled up was now empty. Ye Yangcheng pulled up the corner of his mouth and smiled slightly, and whispered: "Telection technique, duh."

Just as Ye Yangcheng successfully looted 410 tons of gold in the vault and left casually, two security personnel responsible for monitoring the internal conditions of the vault were talking and laughing without any notice, even turning their backs to the surveillance screen.

Not only these two security personnel, but even the senior officials of the Federal Reserve never thought that the underground vault would be robbed. From 1924 to the present, in more than 80 years, no accidents in the vault have occurred, which is a supreme rule.

No one would think that someone could pass through the thick rock formation and enter the vault for robbery. There was even a joke that even if a robber escaped various security measures and entered the vault, these robbers could only stare at the gold in the small compartment, because the fence of the small compartment was covered with various induction measures. Once these induction measures were touched, the vault would defend independently. The easiest thing was to spray toxic gas into the vault and then sound the alarm.

Under such strict security measures, if the vault is still stolen, let alone the top leaders of the United States do not believe it, even if the news is released, it may attract a large number of doubts.

This is the trust that the New York Federal Reserve Bank vault brings to people. The unparalleled sense of trust is used by a senior Federal Reserve official, and that is: "Countries, organizations, and individuals in the world will keep gold. This is a kind of supreme trust. The gold sleeping in the underground vault is very safe."

It is not difficult to understand from the words of this senior official that people's trust in the vault has almost reached a level of blindness, and it is still a very blind trust.

The two security personnel continued to talk and laugh until more than ten minutes later, a security personnel felt thirsty. When they turned around to hold the water cup, their eyes accidentally swept across the surveillance screen. Only then did he froze there as if they were electric shocked, his eyes seemed a little dull and he couldn't believe it...

"Well...White." The security officer trembled slightly. He turned his head tremblingly and shouted to another security officer who was flipping through the magazine: "You...you come and take a look..."

"Locke, haven't you seen me looking at the goddess in my mind?" White, who was looking through Playboy magazine, kicked his feet with dissatisfaction on his face and turned his chair over, but his eyes did not turn to the surveillance screen. Instead, he looked directly at the security officer named Locke and asked, "You know, I hate others disturbing me when I'm busy."

"No...no." The security officer named Locke had already seen the screen clearly, but he was still unwilling to believe what his eyes saw. He trembled with his lips, raised his right hand and pointed to the surveillance screen with problems, and said to White: "Way...White, you might... maybe you should look at this..."

"What?" White gave Locke a blank look indifferently, turned his head to look at the surveillance screen pointed at by Locke. Then, White's body froze, then raised his hand and rubbed his eyes. Slowly, his face changed, turned pale, and there was no trace of blood...

"Diwudiwu..." Since its installation, the alarm system that has not been used for more than 80 years has emitted a shrill and loud alarm sound, instantly tearing apart the night color above the Federal Reserve Bank building.

The shrill and loud alarm caused people on Wall Street to look at each other...

"What the hell is the Federal Bank doing?" A black man in a white suit and a fancy tie and holding a beige briefcase in his hand stopped, frowned and looked at the Federal Reserve Bank building that was illuminating the red light, and asked at his companions beside him.

"I'm afraid only God knows." Standing next to the black man was a white man in a black suit and a red tie. After hearing the black man's questioning, he shrugged his shoulders and replied indifferently: "Maybe he's doing some boring exercise."

"It's so boring." The black man curled his lips and ignored the New York Federal Reserve Building where the alarm continued to sound, urging: "Go away quickly, the boss will be angry later."

The man nodded with deep understanding. The two urged each other and ran quickly to an office building not far away, without caring about the alarm sounds coming from the Reserve Bank building.

In fact, it is not just the two of them. Almost all the people who heard the sirens had their thoughts that came to mind were just like the two of them. No one would think that the alarm was true. The impregnable vault had lost any thoughts about it that could have an accident. Everyone felt that the Federal Reserve Bank building, which was making the sirens, was just conducting a boring exercise.

Yes, this is a very boring and very disturbing exercise. Everyone thinks so, including the manager on duty on the Federal Reserve Bank tonight. He also thinks so.

"Oh, these damn politicians are really dead." Scott, who is in his forties, is a fat and white man. When the alarm sounds, he is doing some normal "social" training with his angered female secretary in his office. Just as his anger is about to burst, the sudden alarm sounds like a basin of cold cold water, which makes him feel cold and heartbroken.

The burning flames were extinguished. Scott's face was ugly and his big belly was erect, and he quickly walked towards the monitoring room. He was muttering and cursing the politicians who directed the exercise. Yes, in Scott's thoughts, the alarm sounded was a boring exercise.

What made him most angry was that even he was kept in the dark for the exercise plan. Everything happened suddenly. Scott felt that this was a test for him by those damn politicians, and he wanted to see if he could arrive at the scene within the prescribed time and then calmly direct the security work.

Thinking of this possibility, Scott's pace couldn't help but speed up a lot. Although he cursed politicians, it did not mean that he didn't care about the job and... the generous salary brought by this job.

Soon, the fat and white Scott rushed to the door of the monitoring room on the fourth floor. The original cursing sound disappeared, the impatient expression disappeared, and replaced by a solemn look. Scott took a few seconds to sort out his collar, then raised his hand to knock on the door of the monitoring room twice, and then reached out and pushed open the door.

"White, Locke, maybe you should tell me what's going on here." Scott entered the surveillance room and saw White and Locke surrounding the surveillance screen at a glance. He asked in a deep voice.

"Music...Manager, something happened and something big happened." Suddenly, when he heard Scott's voice, Locke turned around suddenly, looked at Scott with a pale face, his lips trembling slightly: "Golden...Vault..."

Pointing to the surveillance screen, Locke could no longer speak.

It was not until this time that Scott realized the seriousness of the matter. Locke and White were definitely not two excellent actors. His understanding of the two of them had penetrated into the bones. He knew that Locke and White would definitely pretend not to appear in such panic-like appearance.

And now, they were looking at him in panic, and the only explanation they could see Scott was that this was not a boring exercise, but that something really...

Scott's face changed drastically. After rushing forward a few steps, he swept White and Rock to both sides, and supported his hands on the edge of the table in front of the surveillance screen. After just a glance, Scott discovered something was wrong. On one of the surveillance screens, what was presented was no longer yellow Cancan gold, but... the empty floor

"Oh... Damn it," Scott raised his hand and slapped his forehead, stunned.

However, after all, he is a talent who can be the duty manager of the Federal Reserve Bank. Although the situation is serious now, Scott reacted quickly. He roared at the dumbfounded Locke and White: "Silly turn off the alarm immediately, have you heard it? Turn off the alarm?"

"Oh...yes, yes..." White came to his senses, tremblingly nodded quickly, reached out and pressed the operating table several times before turning off the shrill and loud alarm.

Scott's face was gloomy and said, "You two are here and you are not allowed to go anywhere."

"I..." White's face suddenly changed, and Locke was so scared that he knelt on the ground. He cried: "Manager, we..."

"If you need explanation, just tell the people of Cia." Scott did not give Locke any chance to defend himself. After leaving this sentence, he turned around and left the monitoring room. Before leaving, he closed the door heavily.

There are many things he needs to do now. The first thing he needs to do is to persuade the police who have already arrived at the bank gate to leave, and then directly notify the White House of what happened here. Then... he felt that he needed to write a report to separate theft of gold...

In short, he had too many things to do. White and Rock were probably going to Cia for coffee later.

Thinking of these things, Scott quickly got into the elevator and went straight to the first floor

More than three minutes later, Strong, who was checking information in the office, was awakened by a sudden knock on the door: "Bangbangbang..."

Frowning slightly, Strong said: "Come in."

The door was pushed open, and a hot-bodied woman in her thirties entered Strong's office, Strong's secretary, Emma.

"Mr. President..." Emma closed the office door, lowered her head slightly, and said in a trembling voice: "Federal...Federal Reserve Bank..."

"What?" Strong frowned.

"Lost...stolen..." Emma's voice stuttered.

"What?" Strong's face changed drastically, and he jumped from the chair with a huh, saying in dismay: "Emma is not April Fool's Day today, please don't make such stupid jokes with me."

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