If I ask you to simulate a crime, would you imitate a top thief?

The two of them were in a state of panic, and the two were in a state of panic.

At the same time!

Rui Shi!

Bern Highlands!

The seat of the federal government.

The hurried footsteps passed through the corridor and finally stopped in front of an office door.

Then, a middle-aged white man in a suit took out a black ID from his pocket and showed it to the guard at the door.

After looking at the ID, the two guards immediately opened the door for him.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man nodded at the two and then walked in.

After entering the door, the space suddenly opened up.

The decoration style of the entire office is a typical medieval European style, with an area of ​​at least several hundred square meters, which looks very spacious!

The marble floor is decorated with bright tiles.

When leather shoes walk on it, they will make a clear and audible crisp sound.

Above, the circular medieval-style dome is very cleverly designed, and every detail shows the dignified and elegant European aesthetics.

At this moment, inside the desk.

A white-haired old man is carefully reading a top-secret document with a white cover, without even looking at anyone.

Until the middle-aged man walked all the way to him, he asked casually: "What? What happened?"

The middle-aged man nodded.

The white-haired old man frowned slightly and looked up at him: "Those homeless people came to our territory to make trouble again?"

"Not the French people."

"Who is it?"

While asking, the white-haired old man picked up the coffee cup, leaned back on the chair, and took a sip.

"A few days ago, a Chinese robbed the Royal Banknote Printing Factory in Rome and used the printing press there to print 10 billion euros, which were distributed to the poor in the city... Sir, you should have heard of this news, right?"

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, the white-haired old man nodded: "Of course. If I remember correctly, the young Chinese man seems to be called Chu Chen, right?"

"Yes, it's him."

"What happened to him?"

"FIS just got the news that he came to Zurich." The middle-aged man replied.

Hearing this, the white-haired old man frowned all of a sudden, as if he realized something.

Then, the middle-aged man continued:

"This guy used an airship to sprinkle tens of millions of Swiss enamel on Bahnhofstrasse, causing a huge riot. For this reason, the traffic in the whole city was stopped."

"Oh?" The white-haired old man raised his eyebrows, put down the coffee cup and said, "When did it happen?"

"Just an hour ago."

"Then what?"

Looking at the white-haired old man, the middle-aged man let out a long breath, and then immediately took out a mobile phone from his suit pocket and put it in front of him:

"You may not believe it, this crazy guy actually disclosed his robbery plan in front of the whole world, and his robbery target this time is our national bank!"

This sentence contains a lot of information.

The moment the middle-aged man finished speaking, the white-haired old man frowned even more.

The next second, he solemnly picked up the mobile phone on the table, clicked on the first video on it, and watched it!

When he watched the video, the middle-aged man standing opposite him could clearly see the changes in the expression of the white-haired old man.

First it was confusion, then shock, and finally it turned into worry!

The next second, after the video ended, the white-haired old man directly put his phone on the table, and his other hand kept stroking the stubble on his chin.

"Why did this guy choose this bank..."

The white-haired old man said to himself, with a very complicated expression on his face, as if he was thinking about something.

The middle-aged man thought he was asking himself, and answered decisively:

"It's really a bit strange. The money in the national bank is not as good as those private banks, and the gold reserves are not much. I can't figure out this problem for the time being."

The white-haired old man didn't listen to him at all.

At this moment, all his thoughts were on the underground vault of the national bank.

As a senior official, he was one of the few senior officials in this country who knew the secrets of the national bank.

During World War II, the people of the country plundered a lot of wealth.

The total value exceeded 10 billion US dollars!

These riches were scattered all over the world by them.

After the defeat, Lao Mi learned the exact information about these riches from a lieutenant general of the winning army, and naturally took over this windfall.

At that time, they only took out a small part and returned it to the original owner.

The rest was hidden in the underground vault of the Swiss National Bank.

This secret has not been made public until today, and it cannot be made public.

Because there are too many things involved.

Once it is made public, the consequences will be disastrous.

This is why the white-haired old man cares so much about Chu Chen's crime.

If this young man just wants to rob money, it's nothing.

But if he has other intentions, this matter will be complicated.

Seeing that he has not spoken, The middle-aged man spoke again: "Sir?"

Hearing this, the white-haired old man came back to his senses, and then he said: "Now, what's the situation at the National Bank?"

"The SWAT team has gone there, and the situation is temporarily under control, but that guy hasn't shown up yet."

The white-haired old man nodded, thought for a moment, and said decisively: "Notify the military immediately and let them take over. Don't let that guy step into the National Bank..."

He stood up slowly and walked to the window, leaving only the back of the middle-aged man:

"Chris... please tell him immediately Lieutenant General Virgil, if the National Bank suffers losses that it should not suffer under his hands, all the consequences will be borne by him alone. In addition, during this period, you FIS must also closely monitor the movements inside and outside the National Bank, and report to me immediately no matter what happens. "

"Got it, sir, do you have any other instructions?"

"Send someone to protect President Bayer and his family, and don't let any strangers approach them."

"Understood!"

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he strode out of the office.

Looking at his back, the expression of the white-haired old man became more complicated, and his eyes were full of worry!

...

At this moment.

In the office of the president of the Ruishi National Bank!

It was pitch black all around.

The closed blinds blocked all the light.

At this moment, a man in a suit was sitting at his desk.

Maybe it was too hot.

Drops of sweat were constantly coming out of his forehead.

Some stayed between the eyebrows, while others dripped directly onto the table.

"Pah, pah..."

The man looked very nervous, absent-minded, as if he was thinking about something!