【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 in grams.

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

The president should have been kept for questioning first.

The difference of 29 tons...

This is a gold reserve, and any loss is not as simple as simply converting it into US 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 suggested that the witches send Task Force X to New York."

"Against 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 over."

"OK."

The witch's teleportation is indeed exaggerated. She can instantly travel from Washington, U.S.A. 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,

It wouldn't be a problem to take people with her. Hong Fei's evacuation plan was 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, including the sky and sewers, have been blocked inside and outside.

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

Chief 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 guess 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 she finished speaking, a familiar voice suddenly sounded outside the cordon. Cora squeezed into the front of the crowd and waved to Neil while shouting, 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, most of the people present at the scene were F-types.

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 secretly sighed. This matter has indeed become a big deal. At this time, even the big shots in Washington, DC, may have paid attention to it.

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.

As 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, gunfire suddenly rang out, and a SWAT officer fell down in response. The team changed instantly, and transparent shields were immediately raised to protect them from behind, while everyone worked together to find 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 had time to 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, it bounced and turned, and accurately penetrated into the eye socket of a special police officer under the shield.

.

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

Missless shots!

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 quickly stabilized. They gathered tightly together, their shields tightly intertwined and overlapped, and no longer gave them a chance to shoot dead.

But in the face of 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 leave the 50-meter range circle, Deadshot stops 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, let alone 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 also saw.

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 he's going to die! Although it's hard to hear, it's exactly what he's saying. Think about it, the javelin, the broken arm, and the yellow 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

It's so funny that 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 snipers and ratcatchers... She can control the rats to enter the bank. 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 and heavy gold ingot flying up and down in his hands.

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 gushes 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 is bragging.

He only knew that Xu Wenwu hollowed out his own mountain and piled it with gold, which was equivalent to a golden mountain. Xu Wenwu did not hide it from Hong Fei after he was defeated and followed him, and even invited him to see it. The implication was

It’s not that he couldn’t let go of Hong Fei 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

No 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 that 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."
To be continued...