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Miami.

After about an hour, everything was ready.

"I'm leaving and I'll be back soon," he told Janet, and Ding Ze personally led the team into the car.

Not long after.

A row of more than 20 off-road vehicles, carrying more than 50 people including Ding Ze and a large amount of firepower, headed for the airport belonging to Dongfeng Security not far away.

On the airport runway, a large passenger plane is waiting quietly, ready to take off at any time.

soon.

The plane took off and flew to New York.

More than an hour later, the plane landed.

Abruzzi has already contacted the branch here and arranged a pick-up vehicle.

Ding Ze held a cigarette in his mouth and wasted no time. As soon as he got off the plane, he immediately got in the car and went straight to the bank.

It was already past ten o'clock in the evening, the bank had already closed, and there were no staff inside.

This doesn't affect anything. After all, the safe won't run away. It doesn't make much difference whether there are staff or not.

On the road.

Ding Ze called Ida-Hassan, "You can adjust the traffic lights to make sure the NYPD doesn't cause trouble."

"Okay, boss, don't worry," Ida Hassan replied with a confident smile.

This is also normal.

Ida-Hassan has done this kind of thing many times. Youdao is like, once it is done, it will be done twice. After doing it so many times, Ida-Hassan has already become proficient.

Not long after.

The traffic lights in the direction of Ding Ze and his group changed one after another.

Ding Ze and his party traveled smoothly, and it only took half an hour to reach their destination.

While on the plane, Ding Ze had already explained the action plan in detail.

Therefore, as soon as the motorcade stopped, there was no need to say anything more. Ding Ze and his party immediately put on their hoods, opened the door and got out of the car, and marched towards the bank in an orderly manner.

A dozen employees responsible for driving did not get out of the car, but were fully armed and sitting in the driver's seat without turning off the engine, waiting for response.

Many ordinary people around saw Ding Ze and his party, and naturally they screamed and ran away in a hurry.

Suddenly, this area, which had been relatively peaceful, became bustling with activity.

Ding Ze ignored it and quickly walked to the bank door in one breath, beckoning his men to blow open the door.

Bang!
The door was blown open.

Ding Ze took the lead into the bank and went straight to the safe area.

The safe area also has a large door with a mechanical lock.

It's not easy to blow up this kind of thing... It's not that it can't be blown up, it's just a waste of time.

So don't blow up the door, blow up the wall.

Among the employees brought this time, many are very proficient in blasting.

So, it doesn’t take a moment.

All orders are ready to be installed.

Bang bang bang~~~
A series of explosions sounded, without any suspense, and a hole was blown into the wall.

Before the dust and smoke cleared, Ding Ze quickly walked in with a flashlight, looking for safe No. 433.

Ding dong, found.

"Here, open it," Ding Ze said to the men beside him.

There was no ink left at hand, so I immediately turned on the cutting machine and started cutting.

Tens of seconds later.

The lock of the safe was forcibly broken. Ding Ze grinned and pulled out the safe.

There was a hard drive inside that looked very high-end and was a military product.

Seeing the hard drive, Ding Ze didn't have any ink marks on it. He immediately reached out, took out the hard drive, put it into his bag, and waved his hand to indicate retreat. The group of people exited the bank in an orderly manner without firing a shot and ran towards the convoy on the roadside.

There were already countless police sirens blaring in various places around.

There was a helicopter coming quickly in mid-air.

Without encountering any obstruction, the group got into the car.

The convoy drove quickly towards the private airport where they landed not long ago.

Ding Ze lit another cigarette and was in a very good mood. He touched the hard drive inside his backpack.

Samaritan, after the open super artificial intelligence is established, it only needs to obtain permission from the NSA to monitor the entire United States, and even the entire world.

How fun! !

Ding Ze smiled, then looked up at the noisy helicopters in the sky, and then, through the headset, ordered his men in other cars, "Get those helicopters away."

After receiving the order, the men quickly opened the sunroof of the off-road vehicle without saying a word, then set up their sniper rifles, aimed at several helicopters in the air, and pulled the trigger.

Bang, bang, bang~~
Bullets shot out from the barrels of sniper rifles one after another.

Police officers on several helicopters in mid-air saw it and panicked.

The helicopter quickly deviated from its direction and dodged quickly.

When New Yorkers around him saw it, they were either shocked or fearless and picked up their phones to take photos and videos.

It turns out that New Yorkers are pretty weird indeed.

A few bullets were used up, and several helicopters were driven away.

Under the guidance of Ida-Hassan, the convoy moved forward smoothly.

Five minutes, ten minutes...

suddenly.

Tutu tutu~~
Many motorcycles appeared on the road. There were two people on each motorcycle, one was responsible for driving, and the other was responsible for shooting Ding Ze and his group.

Intensive gunshots rang out. Ding Ze turned around and roughly guessed what was going on with these people.

Decima Technology.

Haha, just a minor character not worth mentioning.

Ding Ze drew his gun, lowered the window, and pulled the trigger.

The hit rate is 100%. As long as Ding Ze sees it, he will be shot.

In the blink of an eye, Desima's gunmen fell down one after another.

At the same time, the employees in other cars are no joke... Since they are specially selected elites, if they can't even deal with these little minions of Deshima, then what kind of elites are they?
Within five minutes, all the motorcycles that suddenly appeared fell to the ground.

Ding Ze and his group did not stop at all.

Not long after, the group arrived at the airport without incident, lost their car, and boarded the plane.

The captain had been waiting for a long time and pushed the stick to take off as soon as the cabin door closed.

huh~~
The plane took off and flew under the night, gradually leaving New York behind.

At this point, this action has come to a successful conclusion.

Ding Ze lit another cigarette, then took out his satellite phone and called Ida Hassan, "Take the team back to Miami immediately. Don't worry about other things for the time being."

Ida-Hassan is still very smart. When he heard this, his curiosity was aroused, "Boss, are we going to do something big?"

Ding Ze smiled and said, "Indeed, we are going to do something big."

"Okay," Ida-Hassan responded excitedly upon hearing this, "We'll set off right away."

*******
new York.

Greer of Decima Technology looked up at the night sky, his old face full of heaviness, "Who are you?"

Greer wasn't sure what Dingze and his group had stolen from the bank, but he had a rough guess.

Therefore, Greer really wants, or in other words, must get that thing!

Greer withdrew his gaze and moved away with his feet. (End of chapter)