This Spiritual Energy is Lethal!-Chapter 113 - : Only 5 Minutes

Chapter 113: Chapter 113: Only 5 Minutes

“On the day after the operation in Hainerd, they used Hainerd’s cell phone to send out a distress signal, but now we know it was a trap,” Pihom said.

“Yes, that was a warning. They wanted to create a bloody death, threatening us to back off. To get us to abandon the search for Hainerd and the spoils of that operation,” Bain said.

Pihom shook his head, stood up, and took out several cans of beer from the small fridge beside him, tossing one to Chen Ke.

“Pop!”

Chen Ke pulled the tab, took a sip, mmm, not bad. At that moment, he felt something scurrying between his calves and looked down to find Bain’s orange cat.

It sat beside Chen Ke, as if it too was listening intently.

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“So you’re implying that Hainerd had already betrayed us before this operation,” he said.

“Before this operation, he’d been working for Si’s consortium. Only this time, he finally found the permanent excuse to escape the postman’s life. Before the West Gold Building incident, he must have already known about Si’s consortium’s operation. The shift schedules you found at Deep Anchor Port prove that,” Bain said.

“I still can’t accept that, I know Hainerd well, and besides, Lucina is still in the postman’s crew, he wouldn’t just leave Lucina and take off,” Pihom objected.

“Love isn’t unbreakable, Pi,” Chen Ke shook his head.

“…” Pihom and Bain looked at Chen Ke with expressions of unspeakable awkwardness and confusion.

“Um… why are you looking at me like that?” Chen Ke asked.

“Lucina is Hainerd’s daughter…” Bain suddenly said.

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“Pfft!!”

Chen Ke had just taken a sip of beer, and upon hearing what Bain said, he spat out all the beer in surprise onto the back of the orange cat.

“Meow!!!” The cat, startled, jumped up, its back arched high and tail erect. It looked back at Chen Ke and then darted into the gaps around the computer case.

Chen Ke had always thought they were a couple. It seems Hainerd should be about the same age as Pi…

“He must have his reasons. Now all the clues are in that bank. Hainerd’s informant Parchi seems to have been cooperating with another Holy Relics smuggler prior to this, but they both fell victim to the Silence Curse…” Pihom said.

“Yes, Parchi and that smuggler died right in front of me, and he gave me the keys to Pulito Bank right before he died, surely there’s something inside,” Chen Ke nodded, wiping the beer foam from his mouth.

“Bain, do you know anything about that smuggler’s background?” Pihom asked.

“I looked into his background, which wasn’t difficult. He’s just an ordinary Holy Relics smuggler, not a big fish in the circle. His most common business was smuggling Holy Relics from the United Federation to the Fei Huang Republic… He may have only played the role of a courier in this case…” Bain answered.

“Maybe he just thought he was helping Si’s consortium…” Chen Ke suddenly said.

Pihom and Bain turned to look at Chen Ke.

“Is the Silence Spell a common trick by Si’s consortium?” Chen Ke asked.

“That’s hard to say, we don’t deal with Transcendent matters often,” Bain said.

Chen Ke didn’t say anything more. His thought was, if Si’s consortium had such powerful magic, why send an assassin after himself? Wouldn’t it be easier and more efficient to just curse everyone in advance?

And at Deep Anchor Port… that tortured man, he died of magic too…

Although not certain, Chen Ke had a vague feeling that the use of the Silence Spell was the work of another force lurking in the shadows, peering into something…

“The only way to find out the truth is to get the stuff hidden in the bank out and have a look. Pi, you’ve always been cautious, but this time it’s different, no wonder you insist on robbing that bank,” Bain pushed up his glasses, as though he had once persuaded Pihom.

“For our little group, and for Lucina and Hainerd, Bain, we have no choice but to go through with this job,” Pihom said.

Bain nodded, tossed the laptop aside, and drew out a blueprint from the darkness beside the sofa—it was the floor plan of Pulito Bank.

“You’ve already scoped out the defense capability of this bank, haven’t you? Plus, you’ve told me about your three-day plan, but I think we can still add some details,” Bain said, spreading the blueprint on the floor, pulling down the gooseneck lamp from the table, and turning it on.

The three of them surrounded the blueprint to examine it, as an orange cat elegantly stepped over, leaving a trail of pitch-black paw prints.

“This bank’s security force is even stronger than that of an intercontinental bank. As soon as the alarm is triggered, you’ll be facing Special Forces-level assault, and they can get there in less than 5 minutes,” Bain explained.

“But don’t think you can prevent all alarms by controlling everyone inside the bank. These triggered alarms have a rebound mechanism that sends a signal back at set intervals. The signal is semi-automatic. If headquarters doesn’t receive a response signal, it will trigger an alarm,” Bain pointed toward the bank manager’s office.

“Can’t we just force them to send the signal?” Chen Ke asked.

“It’s not that simple. I told you it’s semi-automatic. If you analogize this bank to a living organism, then this signal is its heartbeat. When something abnormal happens to the bank, like surveillance failure, business disruption, power outage, etc., the signal is interrupted. Of course, it can also be manually interrupted, but I don’t think you would do that intentionally,” Bain elaborated.

“It sounds like we don’t have much time, ideally only about 5 minutes…” Pihom shook his head.

“That’s right, so even in the best-case scenario, the alarm will sound, unless you can open the vault and escape with the goods within 5 minutes,” Bain stated.

“That’s impossible. It takes 5 minutes just to drill the door,” Pihom replied.

“So we’ll have to be ready for a firefight and make sure we can get away cleanly. Hopefully, Hall can find an escape route that’ll throw off both the cops and the trackers…” Chen Ke sighed.

“To save time, you’d better bribe the surrounding shops first to create some advantageous conditions, like ziplines that go directly to the bank’s rooftop, which can also be used to quickly transport the loot to the getaway car’s hiding spot,” Bain suggested, drawing a circle on the rooftop of the bank on the blueprint and then connecting it with a line to a nearby building.

“The weapons and the drilling machine should be hidden nearby in advance, so you can go in light to spot the location, get a good feel for the interior, and then take action, without having to go back to the hideout car to get your weapons.” He circled an area in the bank’s parking lot.

“Remember, do not cut off power to the cameras and surveillance equipment. That’s directly linked to the alarm system. Before you leave, you must take and destroy the surveillance tapes, so the first thing you do when you enter the bank is find the surveillance room. It’s right here,” Bain circled the surveillance room.

“Lastly, the escape plan Pihom designed is perfect. Just don’t use a van; that’s my only piece of advice,” Bain said.

“It’s not so simple to deal with the shops around the bank. I’ll take care of this myself and have Priskin set it up when the time comes. Lucina and Hall will take care of the vehicles and routes. Chen Ke, if they need your help, you go with them,” Pihom instructed.

“No problem,” Chen Ke nodded.

The plan was set, and the ins and outs of the bank were laid bare. Though the task was difficult, it was a job the couriers simply had to do.

“Speaking of the escape, I know a great hacker who can provide some assistance while you’re on the run,” Bain suddenly mentioned.

“A hacker…? When escaping, a good driver is more useful than a hacker…” Pihom remarked.

“Don’t underestimate him; he’s very good at creating some…well…chaos, which can be very helpful during an escape,” Bain said with a smile.

Pihom nodded in agreement.

“How do we contact him?” Chen Ke asked.

“You won’t need to contact him. I’ll arrange it with him. When you need his help, he’ll show up,” Bain replied.

“Great, what’s his name?” Chen Ke asked.

“No hacker tells their real name to anyone, but he goes by a nickname,” Bain said.

“I like professionals. What’s his nickname?” Pihom inquired.

“Vigilante,” Bain answered.