Rebirth: Super Banking System

Chapter 1974: Chapter 1798: They’re Gone?

’00:35’

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’00:51’

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’01:11’

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The numbers kept increasing, surpassing three minutes quickly. The old man thought that the opponent might be playing a straight-number explosion, where reaching a certain number would result in a bang.

However.

After passing five, there was no movement.

Could it be.

Really just a prank?

“Move closer.”

“Yes.”

On site.

The person going in was sweating coldly, going forward with trepidation, looking at these flashing red lights, even if they were in positive numbers, he couldn’t remain calm. A bang meant no remains.

Calm.

Calm.

These might be fake.

Right.

They must be.

If it really exploded, the opponent would definitely be on the terrorist organization list, compared to the ’achievement’ of killing them, the cost was too high and not worth it. Yes, these must be a bluff.

Closer.

Closer again.

“Take one out.”

“Understood.”

Cautiously, he picked up one of them and began to retreat, his heartbeat unconsciously accelerating. This weight felt substantial, not like it was fake. Exiting the factory building, setting it down, bomb disposal personnel stepped forward.

One minute later.

“Fake.”

This conclusion.

Made everyone breathe a sigh of relief.

“Whew.”

“Great.”

“I told you, they wouldn’t dare.”

“False alarm.”

“…”

On site.

Everyone concerned about this matter couldn’t help but relax, letting go of the stones in their hearts. Once exploded, many things would be irreparable. It seemed it really was a prank, just disgusting them.

“FUCK.”

“Scared me to death.”

“Take a sip of wine to calm nerves.”

“Wait, this only confirms one, go in and confirm the others.”

“…”

Next.

Professionals entered the factory building, checking one by one.

Fake.

Fake.

Fake.

…

They confirmed over twenty, all were fake, and moreover, besides the ones displayed outside being a bit well-made, those inside became increasingly simple, some simply didn’t even have iron shavings infused.

A shell.

A display.

Completely insulting their intelligence.

“Bastard.”

“Crudely made.”

“Fake.”

“Fake.”

“Real.”

“Fake.”

“Fake..”

With each confirmation, he directly tossed it to the side.

Suddenly.

His hand stopped.

Something was off.

He seemed to have missed something just now? Realizing this, his face darkened.

“Real?”

His legs went limp from shock, quickly looking at a pile of things flashing red nearby. Tossed casually just now, now he had to find it among them, his mind at the moment was occupied by a group of alpacas.

“Find.”

Rushing over.

“Fake.”

“Fake.”

“Fake.”

“…”

He was going mad, this kind of repetitive task was simply…too stimulating, finding the real thing, was more thrilling than diffusing a bomb. Soon, he found the genuinely real item among them.

“Real.”

“Ah!”

“What is this supposed to be?”

Just preparing to dismantle, the rising number stopped.

Then.

Darkened.

No more response.

“…”

What does this mean? Looking down on him? Disconnecting itself? After some effort, he finally confirmed, this real thing has self-destructed, giving him no chance to dismantle it, and not just one.

But a collective disconnection.

Looking up.

Many of the flashing red lights in that pile were now dark.

’10:12’

Other red lights continued shining.

Standing up.

Looking over those dark ones, finally confirming they were all real.

Obviously.

Ten minutes.

Was the collective disconnection time point, after another five minutes, he finally finished screening, a pile of fakes on the left, a pile of disconnected ones on the right. All in all, this time, he was fooled.

Joy.

Anger.

Complex feelings.

…

Greece.

Manor.

“…”

The old man could not speak for a long time.

Yes.

They were fooled.

However.

He couldn’t get angry because these things were fake, which meant they were not easily traced back to him. If they were real and exploded, that scene he knew he couldn’t handle.

Five minutes later.

The factory building was thoroughly examined inside and out.

“The person escaped.”

“How did he escape?”

Despite being prepared, the old man still couldn’t stay calm.

“In the power distribution room where they appeared previously, a passage was dug connecting to the underground sewer; the outlets of the sewer are too many for us to determine the escape direction.”

“…”

What does this count as?

A white loss?

According to plan.

The people inside must die, but they vanished without a trace, the plan became a joke, to search? How to search? They could come silently, although the cargo’s trace was found, no personnel trace was.

Naturally.

To leave, full preparation was made.

This round.

They lost.

“However.”

“Our chips are also in hand.”

Thinking of another matter, the old man felt some comfort; with the three Scientists in hand, his confidence increased considerably. In summary, this face should not be thrown away.

Hmm.

Just wait.

However.

Before he could feel smug for long.

“Something’s wrong.”

A middle-aged man rushed in.

Knew something bad was coming, the old man prayed, may it not be too terrifying.

Unfortunately.

God did not listen.

“Two minutes ago, three Scientists were abducted from their residence, their bodyguards were paralyzed by anesthetic gas in the ventilation pipeline, Surveillance was destroyed, suspected to be an inside job.”

After hearing this.

The old man was stunned.

Abducted?

And.

In such a tightly-defended place.

God.

Joking?

“Really?” The old man said bitterly.

“Yes.”

Confirmation was received.

The old man sat powerless in the chair, people gone, abducted right under their noses, though he wasn’t wholly responsible, he couldn’t extricate himself either.

“Their team leader is preparing to contact the embassy and Myanmar, being temporarily delayed. Once exposed, the consequences are unbearable thoughts, but can’t hide for long, must find the people.”

“Find.”

“Must find.”

The old man gritted his teeth.

This matter.

Too bizarre.

Who did it? Capable of manipulating the place and abducting people, if wanting reasoning, there are too many motives, if capabilities, too numerous, possibly those forces.

However.

It’s already unimportant.

No matter who abducted, they must be found, otherwise, this can’t be concluded.

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Sweden.

Palace.

“What?”

Just ready to sleep, the king was confounded by this news. If abducted on the way back, it could only be said Security was insufficient, but people abducted from such a venue.

God.

This is not merely insufficient Security, it is complete dereliction of duty.

Police.

Military.

Government.

All Swedish departments cannot shirk responsibility; villains can infiltrate such places, it’s complete dereliction, and if an inside job, the governments must take the blame.

However viewed.

This blame can’t be passed unless finding the three Scientists to make up for the ’error’.

“Slap!”

The king slapped his forehead.

Brainache.

Such wicked ideas happened in the middle of the night; will no one let him sleep?