The Peerless God of War of the Female President

Yang Chen gritted his teeth, "Are you a fool? O State United Bank is an administrative bank, and it doesn't provide cash services at all, and has no money at all!"

"Then it's none of my business. If I don't see money in the square tomorrow, I'll put your woman's body there."

beep --

Yang Chen forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, rubbed his forehead, forced himself to calm down quickly, and his brain began to run rapidly.

First of all, this person should know his own details very well, and he may even know that he has participated in a war, otherwise he would not have said the phrase 'I haven't killed so many people in a long time'.

Second, a person who can know so much about himself and hack into the military satellite of country M will definitely not be short of money. The things he asked himself to do were just playing with himself.

Third, I have definitely fallen into the close monitoring of the other party, and even the phone may have been tapped.

After thinking about these points, Yang Chen took out his mobile phone and called Spider Spider.

"Spider spider, start filing one."

"Yes!"

"Send me the details of the Union Bank of Europe."

"Okay, it will be sent to your mobile phone immediately."

"Have you traced the phone number of the other party?"

"Not yet, but when he calls you next time, I should be able to find out his exact location."

"Okay, after locking his position, immediately mobilize all the drones that can be mobilized, I want him to die!"

"Yes!"

After hanging up the phone, Yang Chen put the hood of the hoodie on his head, and quickly left the alley.

The next day, at nine o'clock in the morning, Union Bank of O State in City B.

Yang Chen was wearing a black windbreaker, sitting on a bench in the lobby of the bank, reading the newspaper in his hand.

"Yesterday night, the police station in the Tenth District of City B was attacked by unknown armed men. According to eyewitnesses, the gunman was an Asian man. The injured police officer is currently being rescued at the hospital. The number of casualties cannot be counted for the time being..."

On the front page of the newspaper, it was the incident of Yang Chen attacking the police station last night, and there was also a photo of him being monitored when he entered and exited the police station, but the photo was blurry and his face could not be seen clearly.

Yang Chen looked at the time, then got up and walked towards the VIP counter.

A bank clerk in a suit smiled and asked, "Hi, how can I help you?"

Yang Chen opened his windbreaker, revealing the two submachine guns hanging inside, "Robbery."

The clerk was stunned for a moment, and managed to squeeze out an awkward smile, "Sir, there is no cash service here, you seem to have come to the wrong place..."

Da da da--

Yang Chen held up the submachine gun in his hand, and fired a string of bullets into the air.

"what--"

There were screams in the bank, and people fled to the entrance of the bank one after another.

"Spider Spider, close the door!"

"Yes!"

click-

The infrared sensor automatic door was locked immediately, and the explosion-proof door was also activated, and began to slowly descend.

"Implement communication interference here, no calls can be made before 11 o'clock!"

"Yes!"

Yang Chen raised his gun again to shoot into the air, and said loudly in F language: "I don't want to hurt anyone, as long as you cooperate, I will let you go at 11 o'clock!"

A balding middle-aged man came out of the manager's room, tremblingly came to Yang Chen, and said fearfully: "Sir, we don't have cash, it's meaningless for you to do this,"

"You do not have cash, but you have money printing machines on the third basement floor."

Yang Chen glanced at the manager, and said indifferently: "Let all your employees print money. If you can't print 10 billion euros in two hours, I will kill everyone here."

"We don't have permission to open the money printing machine..."

"Trust me, you will."

boom--

After Yang Chen finished speaking, he directly pulled out the pistol at his waist, and knocked down the employee who was talking to him just now with one shot.

The manager trembled in fright, and cold sweat immediately flowed down, "Okay, I'll go right away, as long as you don't kill any more people!"

"Go, the lives of these people are all in your hands."

The manager wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, then quickly turned around and walked towards the elevator.

Yang Chen pointed at a middle-aged man lying on the ground with a gun, "Drag the corpse and follow me."

"Yes……"

After directing the man to drag the bank clerk's body into the bathroom, Yang Chen hit the man's neck with the butt of a gun, knocking him unconscious.Then he squatted down quickly, stretched out his hand and tapped the staff a few times.

After taking out the bullet stuck between the ribs, Yang Chen's face became even paler.

If there is another way in this world to shoot someone at a vital point without causing death, then it is only Yang Chen.

While he was shooting, he released the powerful zhenqi in his body to wrap the bullet out of the chamber, forcing the bullet to slow down, so that after hitting the human body, it could only stay in the muscle layer, and then the zhenqi exploded, dispelling the bullet. Those who were shot were stunned, causing the illusion of death.

This method sounds simple, but its operation is no less than using a missile to shoot an egg, but only the shell of the egg can be broken, and the egg liquid cannot flow out.

Last night, Yang Chen used this method to fire 47 shots, which almost consumed more than half of the true energy in Yang Chen's body. It didn't take three to five days to recover.This is also the reason why Yang Chen's face is pale.

During the time Yang Chen left, people outside took out their mobile phones one after another, wanting to call the police, but found that there was no signal at all, even the bank's landline phone and the alarm connected to the police station were out of order.

boom--

After another gunshot, Yang Chen walked out of the bathroom, then calmly walked back to the bench, took out a tablet computer and started to operate.

An hour has passed.

An hour and a half passed.

Yang Chen looked at the time, picked a few strong men from the hostages lying all over the floor, and took the elevator to the underground money printing factory.

"Sir, we have tried our best, and now we are still short of [-] million!"

Yang Chen hummed, "It's almost done, sign up the money and transport it to the hall."

"Yes……"

At this moment, Yang Chen's tablet lighted up. It was an email. After opening it, there were only two words.

"arrive."……

City B, Union Bank of Europe.

Three square 'Mountains of Money' as tall as a person are piled up in the empty lobby of the Union Bank.

Yang Chen had already let all the hostages enter the underground money printing factory, and he was the only one left in the lobby on the first floor.

Outside, a large number of military police have surrounded the bank on three floors and three floors, and there are several armed helicopters circling the bank building in the sky.

Countless media reporters, holding microphones to the camera, broadcast live broadcasts in different languages, quickly synchronizing this event to the whole world.

Yang Chen was sitting on the bench in the lobby of the bank, with the submachine gun casually placed by his ear, listening to the gloomy voice on the phone.

"Mr. Yang, there are more than 500 military police around you, as well as armored vehicles and heavy weapons. I want to know, can you still deliver the money on time?"

"Did you call the police?"

"Mr. Yang is indeed a smart person. I did this just to add a little more fun to the game between you and me."

"After I send the money, do you dare to pick it up?"

"That's another game. You only need to send the money, and this link is over."

"Wait, I'll deliver the money on time."

beep...

Yang Chen looked at the time, and then began to close his eyes and meditate.

At the same time, a convoy of four armored vehicles stopped on the outskirts of the bank.

From the armored vehicle, a tall, blond beauty stepped down.After getting out of the car, she looked around, then with her head held high, she walked slowly towards the command vehicle of the military and police.

"Who is the commander here?"

The beautiful woman's pure F language carried a natural arrogance, but it was difficult to make people feel disgusted. A woman like her should speak with this posture.

A middle-aged man wearing the rank of lieutenant colonel looked at the beauty suspiciously, "I am Marcus, the commander here, who are you?"

The beauty seemed too lazy to introduce herself, and directly threw a folder in her hand to Marcus.

"Colonel of the F-country emergency response task force, Lucia Yang..."