"Brother Zu, the frontal security of the building is of course impeccable, and the chances of our strong attack are slim." Liang Meisi typed on the keyboard of the laptop on the desktop with both hands, and changed the subject: "However, doing things without thinking is a stupid pig. It's just like playing games. Others can reach the level in an hour, but you have to practice for ten days or even a month. So if you want to succeed, you must first choose the right method."

Guan Zu nodded.

He fiddled with the SG550 short mechanism in his hand and shouted impatiently: "If you have any ideas, just say it quickly. Don't keep it around. We are now equipped with luxurious equipment. Those turtle eggs are either 38 or slack or slaughtered Remington. The equipment is huge, so we are still afraid of being furious?"

Liang Meisi was not angry, but explained slowly: "Ahuo, don't be proud either. Good equipment does not mean that you can definitely surpass grassroots players. It is not without the fact that the rich players capsize in the gutter and are blown off by the genius. Therefore, even the rich players must adjust their postures to the dungeon, be cautious and impetuous, and the paddling is even more unsatisfactory."

Seeing that the other people's faces gradually turned dark, Liang Meisi didn't dare to show off anymore and said the method he thought of: "I checked the three-dimensional picture of the building and found that the biggest flaw of Asian banks is the window. After the bank gets off work, we can use pulley slings to lower the roof rope and then break the window into the window. I believe that this kind of thing is already considered a pediatric department for all of us, and it should be easy to do it."

Except for Guan Zu, all the other three nodded in agreement.

Guan Zu thought for a while, looked at Liang Meisi and asked, "Amai, what you said is just to enter the bank, but how can we break the vault?"

Not to mention bombs, even with cannons, the vault gate may not be able to be bombed down.

Liang Meisi smiled and said mysteriously: "Brother Zu, don't forget that anything controlled by people must have flaws."

He tapped his finger on the keyboard again and pulled the monitor to everyone: "Look, this guy is the supervisor of the bank security department. The way to enter the vault is to be kept by him. As long as we catch him and force him to submit, entering the vault is as simple as taking something out of his bag."

When everyone heard this, their eyes immediately lit up, as if the clouds were clearing and the sun was suddenly opened.

Guan Zu came to the computer, stared at the person on the screen, and read out his name word by word:

"He, Yong, Qiang."

...

Asian Bank.

President's Office.

"A Qiang, the security company will escort a batch of cash to come at 12 o'clock tomorrow. The amount is huge. You are more concerned about safety work. This is the driving route they have passed. After you register at the traffic police station, let the police provide necessary assistance."

The president said with a serious look on his face, took out a document from the fax machine and pushed it to He Yongqiang along the desktop.

"Yes, yes." He Yongqiang nodded quickly and agreed, took the document and glanced at it. He glanced at it and was shocked. He almost bit his tongue. The amount of escort on the document was as high as 170 million.

"Okay, you go and do your business first, help me take the door." The president said, then picked up another document and started reading it, sending him out.

"Okay." He Yongqiang bent over, turned around and left with the documents in his hand, and just walked to the door...

The president suddenly asked, "Aqiang, how is your son's condition now? There are no difficulties in life, right? If you have any difficulties, please ask me and I will help you raise funds again."

He Yongqiang turned around: "No need, thank you President, my son can stand it..."

He had already lost confidence in the so-called fundraising, and the whole company had only raised about 2,000 yuan. For his son suffering from congenital renal failure, it was like a drop in the bucket. The funds raised from other channels did not exceed 10,000 yuan. Instead, it caused the media to report on the embarrassment of many families and brought endless trouble to the family. Every day when he went to the streets, neighbors pointed at each other and pretended to be sympathetic and sarcastic.

Their family had already had enough.

"Okay, anyway, there are still any difficulties to ask the leader at any time." The president said pretending to be generous.

"I understand, President, I'll go and do my job first." He Yongqiang shook his head in his heart, said that, and walked out of the office and brought the door.

...

After completing the work at hand, He Yongqiang took the bus to the police station door with the driving route.

Enter the police station.

"Hey, Sir Huang, did you see Superintendent Zhang?" He Yongqiang searched for a while but couldn't find Zhang Wenyao, but he met his deputy senior inspector Huang Sen.

"What, is there something wrong?" Huang Sen asked with a little confusion.

"Oh, that's it," He Yongqiang explained: "Tomorrow, the security company will have a large order of cash released. I want to ask the police for assistance in safety issues. The president asked me to take the driving route and hand it over to Superintendent Zhang for filing."

"This is the matter... Zhang Sir went to the headquarters for a meeting and would not come back later. If you can't wait, it's the same for me. When Zhang Sir comes back, I will help you hand it over to him." Huang Sen glanced at the file bag in He Yongqiang's hand and said.

"This..." He Yongqiang was a little hesitant. This thing is of great importance. According to the principle, it must be handed over to Superintendent Zhang in person, otherwise it would be fine if there was no accident, but if something happened, I would be in trouble.

"What's wrong? Don't believe me?" Huang Sen asked, a little angry, thinking that He Yongqiang is too much of a problem. It's not the first day of dealing with it. Asian banking has taken on business many times.

"..." While He Yongqiang was hesitating, his cell phone suddenly rang in his arms...

When I picked it up, I saw that the caller ID was actually called by my wife.

As soon as I pressed the answer button, my wife shouted on the phone: "Husband, where are you?! Come to the hospital soon! My son is almost out of reach! Hurry up!"

"Okay! OK! I'll go now! I'll go now!" He Yongqiang was in a mess and hung up the phone. He stuffed the file bag into Huang Sen's hand: "Huang Sir, please trouble you. I have something urgent to do at home, so I won't wait! Thank you!"

After saying that, he ran away in a hurry.

Huang Sen shook his head, looked at He Yongqiang's disappearing back and sighed. He Yongqiang's son's affairs were also published in the newspaper. This time, there was probably a big problem in rushing back so quickly.

But every family has a difficult sutra to recite. Can your life be much better than that of the upstairs?

Huang Sen thought about it and walked into Zhang Wenyao's office and pressed the file bag on his desk.

Just as he was about to open the door and leave, he suddenly felt a little curious. He Yongqiang was so cautious this time that he didn't even believe it himself, so the deposit incident must be extraordinary.

Thinking of this, Huang Sen sneakily opened the file bag and took out the files inside to look through them one by one. When he saw the amount of the deposit, he immediately widened his eyes!

"One 70 million!?"
Chapter completed!