Chapter 752 Who says it’s not?
With a target in place, the entire command center became busy, with phone calls coming one after another and computer monitors ticking. All the information pointed to the entire Los Angeles aviation industry.
Whether it is a normal airport, a helicopter, or a seaplane that no one has ever thought of.
If the early part of the show was a confrontation between prisoners and hunters, then from the moment Bifang scored a hole-in-one and left his hero's name on the wall, everyone's blood pressure was raised.
They all held their breath.
We must get our place back!
"Not enough field staff, we need more manpower!"
"But there are only thirty-five of us. What should we do?"
"The command center will dispatch another twenty people, leaving ten technicians to monitor and report the situation. The rest, follow me tomorrow!"
Robert put his hands on the table and looked at everyone from top to bottom, "Let's finish this last piece of the puzzle!"
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A black SUV stopped behind the door of a bank that looked like a small villa.
Yao Jun, who was sitting in the passenger seat, poked his head in and asked, "Is this the place?"
Bifang glanced at the street sign and house number next to him, nodded, and without turning off the car, he grabbed a backpack from the back and asked, "Are you ready?"
To be honest, this is the first time Bifang and Yaojun have been to a bank in so many days.
A place like a bank is full of surveillance cameras, and there is no way to avoid taking out 250,000 ugly gold. You have to act quickly and leave before the hunter reacts.
"Wait." Yao Jun took a few deep breaths, calmed down, and nodded, "I'm ready, come on!"
"rush!"
Pushing open the car door, the two rushed into the bank, with the photographer chasing after them with a camera.
Rushing into the bank, the area seemed to be cleared and the only person there was the waiter at the counter. There was no doubt that the production crew had arranged everything.
"Hello, I'm Bifang, he's Yao Jun, we're here to withdraw money."
"It's on the corner, counter 126."
The teller didn't ask anything and smiled as he pushed out a key.
"Round the corner, counter 126. OK, thank you."
The two took the key and ran to the corner and opened the door, and saw a very conspicuous huge cabinet, each of which had a number in front of it.
"No. 126... No. 126, found it, here it is!"
Yao Jun pointed to one of the cabinets, took the key handed to him by Bifang, and opened the cabinet.
The two of them worked together to pull the cabinet out, just like pulling a basket of steamed rice out of a steamer.
"It's so heavy." Yao Jun carried the cabinet and placed it on the table next to him. After seeing what was inside, he exclaimed, "Wow, it's all twenty dollar bills!"
Bifang twitched his lips. Two hundred and fifty thousand dollars, all in twenty-dollar bills, is equivalent to 125 stacks of ten thousand RMB!
Although a twenty-dollar bill is much smaller than a hundred-dollar RMB bill, 125 stacks is not a small number. If they are stacked together, it would be more than one meter long.
They had been spending tens or hundreds of US dollars these days, and when they suddenly saw so much money, they really had the illusion of "getting rich".
"Put it on quickly, hold your pockets!"
After stuffing the bag into Yao Jun's arms, the two quickly started making money.
Feeling the backpack in his hand slowly transform, Yao Jun smiled and said, "I feel like I'm robbing a bank now."
"Walk!"
After stuffing the backpack and restoring the cabinet to its original state, Bifang returned the key and handed over a stack of bills, doing a two-finger salute as he stepped back, "Thank you, I hope you have a great day like us."
The teller put his hands together in front of him and bowed his head slightly: "Thank you for your good wishes."
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"Teresa, we found it! At Fishers Avenue, Federal Credit Union! They withdrew $250,000!"
Theresa yelled, "Fischerfeld Avenue, Federal Credit Union! Received two hundred thousand dollars!"
"Address, give me the address, all nearby airports, water surfaces, and helipads!"
"Ask..."
"Did you take a picture of their license plate?"
"We're tracking them. We found them. They're heading...wait, they're heading toward the city center!"
"Downtown? Which downtown?"
"Downtown Los Angeles. Which downtown Los Angeles has the U.S. Bank Building?"
“Is there an airport there?”
"No sir, it doesn't appear so, but there are helipads on many of the buildings over there. Are they leaving by helicopter?"
Satellite cities may have airports in their centers, but downtown Los Angeles definitely doesn’t!
The closest airport to downtown Los Angeles is Los Angeles International Airport, but it is also located 24 kilometers southwest of downtown Los Angeles!
"Are they really going to take a helicopter? But what about the rented seaplane?"
"Damn it, it might be a coincidence, never mind, catch up with them, send out the helicopters! And fly all the drones!"
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"I don't know if that seaplane will be useful."
Bifang drove past one car after another, like a flash of black lightning.
"I'm sure they were absolutely blown away!"
Yao Jun rolled down the car window to the lowest level and laughed.
At this point, it doesn’t matter whether to change cars or not, everyone is racing against time to get to the destination.
I'm afraid no one in the hunter group would have guessed that the plane Bifang chose was neither a passenger plane at the airport, nor a helicopter on the top of a building, nor a seaplane temporarily rented on the Los Angeles River!
Los Angeles is prone to earthquakes, and the number of high-rise buildings here is far less than that of some ordinary urban areas. They are therefore extremely scattered. Once you go to one building , it will be difficult to get to another one in a short period of time.
Bifang and Yao Jun’s real target is the second tallest building in Los Angeles, the Ehrn Building!
Looking out the car window at the gray skyline of Los Angeles.
Bifang had excellent eyesight. He clearly saw the small black dots flying in the distant sky. Were they hunters?
Slow down.
The helicopter did not get closer. After a moment, it stopped at the tallest building in Los Angeles, the U.S. Bank Building, 310 meters.
"They're coming this way!"
"Is it really a bank building?"
"No, they stopped, they went into the Ehon Building!"
"Ehon Building? Does the Ehon Building have a helipad?"
"No, it seems not. A helicopter can't be parked there!"
"What the hell are they doing!?"
"Wait... Sir, I think I see it..." Phillips put down the telescope, stunned. Robert's roar, who was still in the Los Angeles River, came through the headphones.
"What did you see! Speak back, Sergeant!"
"Glider, I see a glider!" Phillips stood on the top floor of the bank building, jumping and waving. "Damn it, they are going to leave on a glider !"
Who says a glider isn't an airplane?
Hundreds of meters away, a small shadow fell from the top of the Ehon Building. Like a free bird, it fell straight down, and then miraculously flew up at a certain moment, rushing towards the vast skyline.
"it's over."
The drone footage was transmitted to the phone and Robert took off his headphones.
As long as the other party gets on the "plane", the arrest is over, even if they can force a take-off and descent with a helicopter.
All the cars on the avenue rolled down their windows and stopped where they were. People leaned out and stared at the glider in the sky.
The newspaper was blown by the wind and stuck to the trash can. A passerby bent down to pick it up, but found that everyone around him was looking up at the sky.
On the avenue in front of the Ehong Building, Sean, who had arrived after receiving the notification, saw the glider that had fallen from a high altitude successfully take off. He let out an excited roar, took off his baseball cap, waved it, and laughed.
"Friends, you did it! Friends!"
The people nearby moved away from the homeless man and watched him screaming like a lunatic, but then they were surprised to find that the glider did not leave, but hovered in the sky, as if it really noticed the homeless man.
"Sean, got it!"
A vague sound spread from the sky, and then a small bag was thrown down.
Sean didn't understand what was going on, so he rushed forward to grab it, but he grabbed nothing, and the bag fell to the ground, with a corner open.
The passers-by's breathing suddenly became heavier. What did they see?
money!
That's definitely a bag of money!
At least thirty thousand dollars!
Sean's forehead was covered with sweat, and he was at a loss for a moment. Looking at the wolf-like eyes of the people around him, he didn't know what to do.
"I'm sorry, the bag belongs to this gentleman."
A policeman came up to Sean, held up his bulging waist bag, blocked everyone's gaze, then raised his hat and smiled at Sean.
"You must be Mr. Sean, right? Someone just called me and said that someone might try to rob Mr. Sean's wallet in front of the Ehong Building. I originally thought it was a prank."
The police did initially think it was a prank, and then the undercover program crew showed up and told them everything.
There must be a camera facing him now. The policeman glanced around inconspicuously with his peripheral vision, showing his best side, and continued: "By the way, the gentleman also left a message."
"What?" Sean, who was picking up money, was stunned.
The policeman pinched his throat and imitated the tone:
"Thank you for your help, and may you never give up."
