Randall looked at the Mauser C96 pistol in his hand and hesitated. Finally, after taking a long breath, he said: "We just want to make money, not kill people! Do you understand?"
The young man nodded repeatedly: "Understood! Understood! Understood! Whatever the commander needs me to do, I will do it. As long as you don't kill me, anything will do..."
"Okay, tell us where the money is kept..." Randall's eyes lit up, and several people next to him also felt moved, lamenting that those who serve as consultants are insidious.
"This office is the finance room. There should be a lot of money. It's all in the safe in the office. Tomorrow is supposed to be the day when wages are paid. I saw someone bring a few bags of money over a few days ago..."
The flashlight's light shone almost simultaneously on the middle of two desks in the office, where a safe was placed. The safe is not big, but it makes a few people’s eyes light up when they see it!
Randall waved his hand, and the two people next to him opened the desk with force, exposed the safe, and squatted down to study it carefully with a flashlight.
"Sir, we need the password..." the soldier studying the safe said.
"Uh... do you know the password?"
The young security guard smiled bitterly: "Sir, I'm just a security guard. How could I possibly know the password..."
"Okay, try if you can open it. Is there any other place to put money here?"
"Other places..." The young security guard hesitated: "The chairman's office next to it may have money in it, but we usually don't have the chance to go in, so I don't know what it's like inside!"
"Then you take us in and take a look..." Randall said, then turned to the two people who were studying the safe and said: "You two are trying to open the safe here, and we will go to the chairman's office to have a look... …”
Then Randall escorted the young security guard out of the door, turned right when he went out, and found the door of the room that he had wanted to kick before he could. The young security guard gently turned the door handle, and the door of the room opened with a sound...
Randall's head was full of black lines, and he opened his mouth and asked: "Your chairman, don't you usually lock the door?"
"It's usually locked, but today there's been a war outside the city, so the chairman left in a hurry, so he might not have had time to lock it!"
"Have you come in to see it?"
"No! No! The chairman's office, even if the door is unlocked, is not something that we can just enter..."
"This time you can go in openly. Don't be stunned. Why are you looking at me? You go first!" Randall gestured with his pistol in front of the young security guard's eyes.
The young security guard took the lead into the chairman's office with a grimace on his face, and the soldier who followed him flashed his flashlight around.
Oops! How to put it, just two words to describe it: majestic!
Randall stood at the door and gestured with a flashlight: "You two, go and find if there is anything valuable!"
The young security guard grimaced and started rummaging through boxes and cabinets in the office together with another soldier. It was quite a busy job!
Suddenly, the soldier squatting behind the chairman's desk exclaimed, then carefully took out a delicate box from under the table, and said in a trembling voice: "Sir...it's a gold bar..."
Randall hurried forward. Inside the opened box, there were a row of gold bars as thick as a finger lying on the gray velvet. He took a closer look and saw that there were ten gold bars!
Randall was so happy that he almost fainted and asked hurriedly: "Is there any more? Look for it again!"
The soldier quickly squatted down and continued to rummage under the table.
"Sir... uh! I also found something here!"
Randall's scalp went numb, and he almost forgot that there was another person next to him, and he was not one of his own.
Shining the flashlight at the young security guard, his tone was a little stiff: "What did you find?"
The young security guard raised the object in his hand, which was a brown leather travel bag: "There seems to be money in it..."
Randall's tone softened a lot: "Bring it here, open it and take a look!"
The young security guard walked about 3 meters in front of Randall with his leather bag, put the bag in his hand on the ground, then half-knelt on the ground, unzipped the bag, and revealed a full bag of "bricks." Looking at the familiar woman wearing a crown on the "brick", Randall exclaimed: "It's pounds, all in ten-dollar denominations. Oh my God, how much is this..."
The soldier who was still rummaging under the desk hurriedly stood up. Regardless of the "clattering" of the broken pieces on the desk, he stumbled to his bag, reached out and picked up a stack of pounds, and murmured to himself: "Wardfa!" It’s been posted… it’s been posted… we’ve really posted it this time…”
At this time, two soldiers in the finance room nearby heard the noise and ran in. When they saw a package of banknotes illuminated by a flashlight, their eyes widened. They knelt in front of the bag and stretched out their hands to touch it but did not dare to touch it. Their throats were numb. The resident swallowed dryly and was speechless.
Randall couldn't help but said: "Why are you here? Is the safe open?"
The three people who were intoxicated in the pound suddenly woke up. One of them replied sheepishly: "Uh, sir, not yet..., without the password, there will only be a violent breach..."
Randall cursed in his heart, but he had no choice but to say: "Have you searched elsewhere?"
"We searched the drawers and cabinets, and only found some scattered coins, which seemed to be Yugoslav dinars of 1 yuan and 2 yuan. There were not many..." A soldier reached out and took out a handful of coins.
Randall curled his lips in disgust: "Keep it for yourself as a souvenir..."
Seeing everyone around him looking at him, Randall tugged at the corner of his mouth and said helplessly: "Let's put the safe there for now, and we'll talk about it later. Now let's search this office together to see if there is anything else. What a good thing!”
He turned to look at the young security guard, thought for a moment and said, "I will let you go later, but now, you have to help. Your benefits will be indispensable when the time comes..."
The young security guard was overjoyed and nodded repeatedly: "Yes! Sir, I will definitely help..."
"By the way, how come there are so many pounds in Yugoslavia's banks?" Randall asked in confusion.
The young security guard pondered for a moment and said cautiously: "Sir, I seem to have heard a colleague mention it some time ago, saying that there was an exiled Gaul chicken official who came to our chairman secretly and said he wanted to ask him to smooth things over. Because of the connections at the top, these should be bribe money..."
"This makes sense! Okay, you can also help me look for it, and be quick!"
"Yes, sir!"
Watching three of his subordinates and a prisoner rummaging through boxes and cabinets, Randall was not idle. He looked at the two old-fashioned gunpowder guns mounted on the wall. They were in good condition. He took off the armed belt fastened to his waist. Go up, and then continue to wander wildly!
