Hong Fei, a redditor in American comics

【197 tons】

This is the estimated storage capacity of the warehouse where Hong Fei is located.

First he raised his eyebrows, and then he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

All incomings and outgoings are recorded. According to the bank's records, there should be about 226 tons of gold remaining in this warehouse.

The more accurate number is 226.67529152 tons. Move the decimal point back six places to get the number of grams.

The first thing Hong Fei thought of was that he had been careless just now.

That president should have been kept for questioning first.

A difference of 29 tons.

This is a gold reserve, and any loss is not as simple as simply converting it into U.S. dollars or other currency denominations. .

Hong Fei found it exciting and exciting.

At this time, Arthur suddenly reminded: "Sir, Amanda contacted Dr. June through Colonel Frege. She just turned into a witch and left."

"where?"

"Louisiana. Amanda's subordinates just proposed that the witches send Task Force X to New York."

"To deal with us?"

"Yes. Do you want to remind Mr. Constantine to stop it in time?"

Hong Fei paused and shook his head: "No, tell Constantine not to stop the witches and let them come."

"Ok."

The witch's teleportation is indeed exaggerated. She can instantly travel from Washington, USA to Tehran, Iran, take a confidential document and return to Washington.However, her teleportation is not a superpower, but magic or witchcraft. Since she can carry things, bringing people is not a problem. Hong Fei's evacuation plan is for her to take people away directly.

"Contact her and ask her to come over as soon as she is finished."

"clear."

outside the bank.

The police retreated 60 meters away, and the top floors and rooftops of the surrounding high-rise buildings were already covered in police hands.

All accessible places inside and outside, including the sky and sewers, were blocked.

To catch a turtle in a urn, this is the police plan.

The director has arrived outside the scene to take command, and the heads of each branch have also come with their elites to help out.

This is a major and important case, and there is no room for them to be careless.

Sheriff Neal, as the most capable case-solving elite in Queens, also followed the head of the Queens District Bureau to the scene, followed by Charles and others.

"Sir Neil, why don't you call Cora? I think she will be here soon."

Neil looked at the bank building and shook his head solemnly: "She is too impulsive and reckless. I think this case is definitely not simple. It involves too many things. She is not suitable for this kind of situation."

As soon as he finished speaking, a familiar voice suddenly sounded outside the cordon. Cora squeezed into the front of the crowd and shouted to Neil while waving, eager to participate.

Neil: "Don't look back, just pretend you didn't hear it."

Charles and others had to turn their backs to Cora and pretend.

"Damn! You must have heard that, Neil! Charles! Are you still fucking men?!"

Neil ignored her shouts and followed the branch chief to the command vehicle.

In addition to the New York police, the FBI also occupied most of the scene.

At the same time, the mayor and other government officials arrived one after another.

If this was an ordinary bank robbery, although they would express their concern to the police, they would basically not go there in person.

Deadshot observed the situation below from the sniper point on the top floor, and couldn't help but be secretly speechless.This matter has indeed become a big deal. At this time, even the big shots in Washington, D.C. are probably paying attention.

In the command car, after a tense and heated discussion, the elite SWAT team of the New York Police Department was ordered to step forward to check the situation. After all, there are countless people staring at this place. It is really ugly for everyone to hide a hundred meters away.

When the SWAT team stepped forward cautiously, Deadshot's task in front of him changed again: [Kill all police officers within 50 meters. 】At the same time, Arthur very thoughtfully drew a red line in front of his eyes.

So, when the SWAT officers crossed the red line, gunshots suddenly sounded, and a SWAT officer fell down in response. The team changed instantly, and transparent shields immediately raised to protect them from behind, while everyone searched for the location of the sniper.

However, Deadshot, as one of the world's top killers, immediately changed his position after firing the first shot, and fired again before the opponent could find the previous point.

This time, the impact point of his bullet happened to be on the curved shield. After his calculations, the bullet seemed to be equipped with a tracking component. After twists and turns, the bullet hit the eye socket of a special police officer under the shield with incomparable precision. .

Another person fell, and the team under the shield was in panic again. Deadshot changed his position and fired again.

No bullets!

When the police officers in the command car saw this, they frowned deeply, clenched their fists, and their eyes were full of anger.

However, these well-trained and psychologically sound SWAT officers soon stabilized. They gathered tightly together, with their shields tightly intertwined and overlapping, and no longer gave them a chance to shoot dead.

But faced with such a situation, Deadshot just sneered. He switched the magazine and turned on the burst mode. The more ferocious armor-piercing bullets quickly hit the same position on the shield. Circles of cracks overlapped quickly, and it was about to be broken. .

The special police did not dare to stay any longer, and had no better way, so they could only retreat quickly for the time being.

When they left the 50-meter range circle, Deadshot stopped firing.

Even so, they still continued to pay the price of one person.

It was just a test. Three people died in the SWAT team, but no success was achieved!

At this time, not to mention the crowd of onlookers, even the so-called big shots in the command car could not help but change their expressions.

What they saw, Amanda saw too.

Her face looked gloomier and darker than ever before, because she already knew who the other person was.

Deadshot, Floyd Lawton.Only that damn criminal possesses such terrifying marksmanship and killing techniques.

After a few seconds of hesitation, Amanda suddenly ordered: "Let those three guys go up."

When the subordinate heard this, he immediately looked stunned: "Sir, those three are probably..."

I'm afraid I'm going to die!Although it is hard to hear, this is exactly what he is saying. Think about it, Javelin, Broken Arm, and Weasel, each one is more funny than the other. Except for the Javelin, the Javelin seems to be quite sharp, and the remaining two... one is funny, and the other is funny. It can only scare children.

Amanda glanced at him and continued: "Let the broken arm go up first, the javelin finds the opponent's position, and the weasel climbs up from the wall."

It sounds like a tactical arrangement, but it's still of no use, the subordinate thought.

"Let Bloodsport call out the opponent's sniper, the Rat Catcher...she can control the rats to enter the bank, and the others...let Bloodsport make arrangements. We must rescue the hostages as soon as possible, and then capture the escaped convicts. Or be executed directly!”

The subordinate suddenly raised his head.

underground vault.

Hong Fei sat down on the pile of gold, his legs dangling slightly, and he was holding a large gold ingot flying up and down in his hand.

Suddenly, Hong Fei grabbed the gold ingot and looked up into the void ahead.

A wisp of gray mist suddenly appeared, and then thick black energy quickly surged out, transforming into a human form.

The witch still looks like the protagonist of a horror movie.

But Hong Fei somehow felt that her makeup was a bit pretty.

He returned to the ground, turned around and opened his arms to face nearly two hundred tons of gold: "Come on, you're welcome."

The pale golden light formed a sharp contrast with the dark figure of the witch. Her black and red eyes were fixedly looking at a warehouse of large gold ingots, with a bit of exaggerated surprise in her eyes.

Seeing that she didn't respond, Hong Fei couldn't help but turn around. When he saw it, he frowned: "Why, you haven't seen so much gold?"

The witch came back to her senses, looked towards him, and asked in a ghostly low voice: "Have you seen it?"

"Hey, it's not a big deal, I've seen all the Jinshan Mountains."

Hong Fei was bragging.

He only knew that Xu Wenwu hollowed out his mountain and filled it with gold, which was equivalent to a golden mountain.Xu Wenwu did not hide anything from Hong Fei after he was defeated and followed him, and even invited him to see him. The implication was that Hong Fei would not be able to let go of him if necessary.It's just that at that time, Hong Fei was not short of money at all, and he didn't think Jinshan was attractive, so he kept rejecting it. After all, how could the boss covet his younger brother's Jinshan?Master Hong doesn’t want to lose face?

It wasn't until today that Hong Fei saw this truly golden treasury that he finally understood how scary a golden mountain is.

Similarly, he suddenly realized deeply: Although Xu Wenwu was ruthless, he was really a good comrade.

The witch didn't believe Hong Fei's words. She looked at the gold again: "Too much."

"Can you send it away?"

The witch glanced at him sideways: "Of course not, but there are humans watching over me at close range. Dr. June is hiding in the bathroom, and I can't leave for too long."

Hong Fei nodded: "Is this warehouse okay?"

The witch nodded.

Hong Fei asked again: "How many minutes do you have?"

"June says five minutes."

"It's too short. Let's take a bigger one, 15 minutes. I'll ask Arthur to monitor the other party. When the other party calls, the mobile phone she left in the bathroom will help answer."

"Arthur?"

Hong Fei nodded and said solemnly: "Yes, another mysterious strong man."

The witch looked at him deeply, then pointed her hand at the gold, and black energy filled the air instantly. However, her strength was severely damaged at this time, and the amount she could take away at one time was limited, so she would probably have to make many trips back and forth.

One moment, the witch disappeared with a large pile of gold, and the next second, she came back again.

After looking back and forth, Hong Fei lost interest.

His interest lies in getting skill cards or fusion cards from the witch, but this goal may not be achieved for the time being. Although the witch agrees to cooperate, she will definitely not be willing to let Hong Fei beat her up, and I am afraid that a free-spirited exchange will not be possible. Drop skill cards.

"You're busy, I'll leave first. If I haven't come back after moving this warehouse, then you can continue moving the one next to it."

The witch's head dropped, and her eyes behind her hair turned sinister.

"Don't look, be careful not to get addicted." Hong Fei waved his hand and walked away.

Witch: "..."

Stepping into the corridor, the three tool men were sweating profusely as they opened the warehouses one after another. Killer Crocodile recorded each warehouse, taking in a breath of cold air from time to time.

When passing by him, Hong Fei patted him on the shoulder. Killer Croc seemed to be unable to help but want to say something, but he dared not speak due to the rules.

it is more than words.

Returning to the first floor, Hong Fei passed by the door on the side of the hall, and a call suddenly came from the front door.

"Sir! Wait a minute!"

Hong Fei stopped and turned around, seeing a familiar stranger.

New York City Police Department logistics officer, the frail little George with freckles.

To be honest, it had only been a few days, but Hong Fei had almost forgotten about him. If he were at the police station, he would definitely give this little boy who wanted to become a policeman a try but probably would never be able to achieve his wish come true. The man smiled.

But we are robbing now, what do you want me to do?

The armor turned around. Little George seemed to feel the hidden gaze below. He trembled slightly, then turned his head and looked behind him. He twisted his eyebrows, gritted his teeth, and begged with a trembling voice: "Sir, there is a man here. The patient, she has a history of heart disease and has fainted now. If she doesn’t receive treatment..."

Hong Fei looked past him and looked back. There was a middle-aged couple lying on the ground, and a young woman with a pale face lying in his father's arms.

so coincidental?Hong Fei didn't believe it.

He stepped forward.

Little George's eyes were filled with joy, and he continued to say quickly: "Sir, I swear it's true. She is really in danger now. I don't want to go out. I just hope you can give her a chance in life. She is still young and has already got it." She has the admission letter from Harvard..."

Hong Fei pinched his cheek through the grenade net and secretly said sorry in his heart.

Their eyes met, Xiao Qiao hesitated and trembled even more, but the sincere pleading in his eyes was not reduced by half.

Behind him, the middle-aged couple also begged.

The hostage next to him moved his eyes quickly, looking like he wanted to speak but didn't dare.

"Sir, she does have a history of heart disease, and her vital signs are declining rapidly." Arthur's voice sounded.

Hong Fei suddenly raised his eyebrows.

how to put it?

There is a grenade net in front of the door. To release someone, you have to remove the grenade net, but it is not that easy to remove it.There are windows around, but they are all super thick bulletproof glass, and even if they are opened, no one can get out.

There are so many policemen outside looking at him, let alone a peaceful deal for human life. After all, he just threw the president down from the building. Whether he will believe it or not is another matter. Besides, the police will never give up anything. An opportunity to break into the bank and kill Hong Fei and others.

A girl's life is nothing compared to the security of the Federal Reserve Bank.

outside the bank.

The javelin and the severed arm in strange clothes, as well as the monster-like weasel, were escorted by Amanda's subordinates through the already crowded crowd outside and into the middle of a group of police officers.

Their appearance made the police very unhappy, especially the weasel. If its eyes dared to be more fierce, the special police officers who had already been simmering with anger would definitely blow its head off immediately.

This thing looks really ugly!

In the command car, the director did not dare to get out of the car. He was afraid that the elusive sharpshooter in the bank would shoot him. Although what happened today is destined to step down, a good death is worse than a dead life.

So, after receiving the order from his superiors, he just opened the door of the command vehicle, stood in the carriage facing Javelin and the other three people, suppressed his anger after seeing the three guys, gritted his teeth and said: "Leave it to you, don't it disappointed me!"

Javelin and Broken Arm immediately raised their chests: "Yes, sir!"

The yellow weasel was licking its fingers, its eyes were very wise, and its saliva was very sticky.

The chief felt that his heart was failing.