The lifting helicopter carefully shuttled through the urban forest composed of reinforced concrete. This time, it did not accidentally hit the building and break two ropes like the plot of "Operation Swordfish".
The bus landed smoothly on the rooftop where the helicopter where the two bodies were planted was parked.
Gabriel and his group turned off the bomb detonation systems on the twenty-two hostages, and then gave Stanley a snap sign to instruct him to follow them out of the car.
Although the twenty-two hostages were told that the bomb had been deactivated, they still did not dare to move and stayed in the car quietly. Stanley, with a confused look on his face, took his daughter and got out of the car with the gang in the black cell. .
After a group of people got out of the car, Gabriel patted Stanley on the shoulder and said, "Stanley, it's nice to meet you. Since we all work together so well, I want you to do one last thing for me."
Stanley looked at him warily: "What are you going to do again?"
"Oh, don't worry, it's a very simple matter. The helicopter will take off in a moment. There are two stingers on the bus. You know what to do."
Stanley looked confused and hadn't figured out what was going on, but after Gabriel took him to the other side of the helicopter, he was shocked by what he saw.
He only saw a member of the black cell operating in the cab for a while and then came down. He also saw the two corpses left inside, and one of them looked very similar to Gabriel. Seen it!
Three days ago, in a villa in the suburbs, he had just cracked a 128-yuan dynamic combination lock given to him by Gabriel. He was excited and prepared to have a drink to celebrate. When he went to the wine cellar to look for wine, he discovered this. There was a corpse, but a series of things that happened later left him no time to think about the fishiness in it. Now after seeing it, he finally figured out his thoughts.
They didn't want to escape in a helicopter at all. This was just a way for Jin Chan to escape from his shell. He wanted to fake his death!
At this time, he thought that most of the police forces in Los Angeles were concentrated at the designated airport. Even if they had to rush back to conduct a blanket search, it would not be a matter of time. This commercial area was full of high-rise buildings, and there were countless Unknown companies work here, and the flow of people is extremely dense. Who knows how many ghosts, ghosts, and snakes are mixed in there.
As long as the policeman finds that there are no casualties among the hostages, they will never dare to search this area with great fanfare. After all, if there are no casualties, the case can be classified as a simple bank robbery. As for how much the World Bank has lost, it does not matter to them. The top brass of the FBI and Los Angeles Police Department will be able to get him out of the case.
And if you push too hard, a group of people in a black jail will jump over the wall in such a densely populated place, haha.
A group of people in the black jail only need to dress up in suits and leather shoes, and then put on simple makeup to easily blend in with the crowd and leave Los Angeles quickly.
When Stanley thought of this, his sense of justice began to awaken again, and he felt that he could not let a group of people in the dark prison just leave like this!
At this time, the helicopter's propeller also began to rotate slowly. It seemed that the black cell members had set a fixed process for the helicopter, and they were just waiting for Stanley to enter the soul.
Just when he was about to pretend to agree to continue his fling with Gabrielle, suddenly his daughter pulled his hand.
"Dad, I'm afraid, I want to go home."
Hearing this voice, Stanley felt as if a basin of ice water had been poured all over his body, forcing him to calm down. If he refused, let alone what a group of people in the black cell would do to their father and daughter, even if Gabriel He was in a good mood and once again let them go mercifully. How was he going to get through the test between the FBI and the Los Angeles Police Department?
Although he was forced to commit a crime, in the Omi legal system, if it can be 100% certain that the perpetrator's personal safety is completely controlled by the criminal mastermind and he is forced to commit some criminal acts, it can be used as a defense to avoid guilt.
But this time, the FBI and the Los Angeles Police Department were humiliated. Would they let him go so easily?
He couldn't believe the integrity of American officials. He still remembered that a few years ago, he hacked the official system in anger because he found out that relevant departments were monitoring private emails 24 hours a day. For this, he was imprisoned and deprived of his daughter's rights. He knows very well the custody rights and official ethics.
If he goes in again because of this, what should his daughter do?
What if he killed Gabriel?
Thinking of this, he looked at his daughter again.
"Dad, I want to go home."
Seeing his daughter's aggrieved, panicked and frightened expression, Stanley finally made up his mind.
"Okay, I promise you!"
"Good luck, Stanley!"
Gabriel smiled with satisfaction. Stanley's reaction was as expected. After patting Stanley on the shoulder to say goodbye, he led a group of people from the black cell into the emergency exit stairwell.
Stanley gritted his teeth as he watched a group of people leaving, rushed directly into the bus, and walked out of the bus with a stinger on his shoulder amidst the confused expressions of the other hostages.
Whoosh——
Almost the moment he pressed the launch button, the helicopter turned into a ball of flames and fell downwards. The helicopter fell onto the rooftop of another building and burned blazingly.
after an hour.
Roberts and a group of people arrived at the scene and saw the father and daughter standing on the rooftop hand in hand. The bus next to them also parked there quietly.
"Stanley, what's going on?"
"Gabriel is dead. I shot down his helicopter. The other members of the black cell have already entered the building and have probably escaped. There are still twenty-two hostages intact in the bus. superior."
These informative words made Roberts confused, "Is he dead? Where is the body?"
Stanley pointed to the helicopter wreckage on the rooftop of the building opposite, "That's where you should be able to find his body."
Roberts just looked at the wreckage with sparks popping out from time to time, speechless and choked for a while.
But I feel more relaxed. Fortunately, there have been no casualties so far. Oh, no, Stanley has scratched his skin.
But that doesn't matter, then the whole case can be characterized as a bank robbery. . .
. . .
At the same time, an emergency meeting was held at the World Bank's Peanutton headquarters. Some board members were trembling while listening to the reports of the people below, and almost suffered a myocardial infarction.
"What are you talking about?! Not only the US$9.5 billion from the Drug Enforcement Administration, but also US$30 billion from a bank in Europe that is connected to our system? Was it transferred out through our network?!"
The chairman felt dizzy, and he didn't expect to find anything on the Internet, because the person below told him that all traces had been eliminated.
The money from Europe was fine, it was just borrowing money from them, but the money from the Drug Enforcement Administration was letting him sit on the wax. After all, the other party existed here. When he thought of this terrifying number, his heart was filled with tears. A convulsion.
It seems that I can only have a good talk with the other party. I hope the other party will not push too hard. If I really can't catch the group of robbers, I will pay back the money slowly.
Now we can only start from the person involved!
"Tell the FBI to investigate quickly! We must catch that group! And the hacker, didn't the FBI say he was coerced? Then have a good talk with him! We must find out how they transferred the money to where it goes!"
While the World Bank board of directors was still cursing, a group of big bankers in underground casinos in Western Europe also sensed something was wrong and quickly held a video conference.
This time it was not Eva who was in charge of teaching numbers, but Mrs. M who came directly online.
After more than a dozen screens were switched, everyone was present, but there was a new person in the Corsija Guild. Everyone also knew the news of Johnson's attack on the street, and they felt gloating and alert at the same time.
Johnson is drifting. . .
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