YM778.TV Chapter 3
Chapter 3: Rob the bank! Go!
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Jon after got off from work.
He arrived smoothly at the FBI armory with a certificate from the director.
This was the place he had wanted to go for a long time.
It used to be a restricted area.
Now he had a green light all the way.
Was this a privilege?
Jon was grateful.
He came to a small building as he went deeper.
Its appearance was unremarkable.
But Jon knew he had reached the destination.
Usually, these buildings were just a cover.
The actual place was hidden underground.
They were even coated with nano-coatings to prevent detection.
Just like NORAD in North America.
The door was opened.
He followed the entourage into the elevator.
Floor selection was only allowed after facial recognition.
Ordinary guards can only go to the top three floors.
The staff pressed to the nearest floor to the ground.
To a mysterious place.
The lights in the distance gradually lit on.
A large number of shelves arranged neatly in this space.
Guns and ammunition.
Cold weapon grenade.
Jon could name any.
Some used AR-15 platform and MP5 series.
One of the best weapons currently in service, the G36-C.
The Remington GPC series.
And the Benelli M4 Super 90 that the FBI had in their possession.
Looking at these weapons, Jon closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
The bloodthirsty gene seemed to had waken up from a deep sleep.
His beating heart reminded him these were Jon’s best friends.
They strolled among the weapons.
He picked one up.
The familiar touch activated Jon’s muscle memory.
Straighten! Load!
It took less than a second.
Jon smiled.
“Old buddy, looks like we’re still getting along.”
He held the butt of the gun.
The thick sense of security made Jon tough.
He knew half of his body was filled with blood while the other half was filled by gunpowder.
Jon pulled out a large black backpack after selecting his guns.
It was rare to take anything at your wish in an FBI armory.
Jon packed all his guns into the backpack.
He took smoke grenades, grenades, and a little TNT.
Did the robbers need TNT?
Of course they did.
A man who knew how to solve a crime would know how to do it better, especially when he was a former Navy SEAL.
And now he was under orders.
How could he be worthy of the trust of the director if he didn’t play a little bigger.
Jon’s mouth curved into a strange arc.
A bold and crazy plan appeared in his mind.
Coming out of the armory, Jon walked out from the back door with a cap and the backpack on his back.
He needed to avoid his co-workers.
It was a secret operation.
He put the backpack in the trunk of his car.
He drove it to his rental house as usual.
He greeted passersby cheerfully on the way.
He looked no different from a normal person.
But no one expected that he would be responsible for the heist that would shock the world three days later.
Jon put the backpack on the table in the rental house.
He took a cold beer from the refrigerator and opened it with his teeth.
He laid on the sofa and thought about the plan.
Now he had three days to prepare.
The next three days were to gather intelligence and confirm the plan.
Jon spent first two days in the rented house cramming with all kinds of knowledge.
In the past, he watched all kinds of police movies, TV shows, and novels just for fun.
But now...
He watched TV shows and movies was for studying.
In two days, Jon took notes for a whole book.
He even called old friends to ask them professional questions.
Such as blasting expert Sean, makeup artist Leo, prop master Alicia and... a taxi driver.
These people helped him in perfecting his plan.
Jon went around the bank on the last day. He was looking for a good sniper position near the bank from police’s point of view and the best place for a bank raid.
Jon didn’t ask the director for the bank’s blueprints because every bank kept their designs a secret.
They wouldn’t release them to the FBI.
He couldn’t get his hands on them so he didn’t bother to ask.
He didn’t know anything about the bank’s surroundings.
He had to gather information and target a few targets.
He had to get to the bottom of it.
After getting a lot of information, he had a preliminary understanding of the bank including the staffing, the work schedule, and buildings location.
Now he had a general understanding about all this.
He even checked the site in advance.
He simulated the robbery process in my mind.
He wrote it all down on a piece of paper after making sure it was all right.
Jon nodded with satisfaction as he looked at the robbery plan posted on his wall.
He was satisfied that he managed to come up with a plan in three days.
It would scare the hell out of those colleagues.
Jon let out a mischievous laugh as he thought of this.
Three days passed in a flash.
On the day of the drill.
At four o’clock in the afternoon.
It was hot in New York City.
Everyone was drowsy.
A vigorous figure came out of the rental house.
At the beginning of the day, Jon entered the role of a robber.
The more serious he was, the higher the system’s score would be.
Since Jon was a “robber” who wanted to rob a bank, he naturally had to dress up.
A black windbreaker, a pair of combat boots and a cap on his head covered half of his face.
Jon’s clothes were bulging, coupled with his fierce expression.
No one would doubt that he was a law-abiding citizen.
This appearance made the crowd dispersed automatically at places he went.
The voices of two people quarrelling on the side of the road lowered unconsciously when they saw Jon dressed in such a way.
They were afraid what they did would provoke this outlaw and shot by him and fell to the ground.
Jon inserted the key and started the car engine.
The car started moving slowly.
Jon carried a backpack with automatic rifles, handguns, and a couple of smoke grenades.
He drove to the target bank but he did not park outside the bank.
Jon got off at a stoplight about a mile from the bank.
He would got himself exposed easily if he got off at the bank.
This would be a rookie robbery mistake.
So...
Jon chose to walk a bit.
He lowered the cap on his head a bit and walked quickly towards the bank with his black backpack.
As he walked...
He put on a bloody clown mask on his face.