The teller was extremely scared.
From Zhou Qiaoqiao's words, she could easily hear that
Xu Mo was a habitual offender.
He had just gotten out of there.
This was exactly the same as her previous judgment.
He's a desperate criminal!
Deep fear had completely overwhelmed this teller.
She was afraid that Xu Mo would not listen to Zhou Qiaoqiao's dissuasion and end her with a knife.
Fortunately, Zhou Qiaoqiao spoke again at this moment.
"Are you sure you want to waste time? We don't have much time left."
Hearing this, Xu Mo lifted his wrist and looked at the time.
Then he put away the knife.
"Hurry up."
At this moment, Zhou Qiaoqiao also looked at the teller: "Lead the way, I'll go get it with you."
The teller nodded frantically, then crawled up from the ground with hands and feet,
ready to take Zhou Qiaoqiao to get the gold.
"This...this way..."
The terrified teller led the way in front, and Zhou Qiaoqiao followed behind.
The three were not worried at all that this teller would cause any trouble.
Because this teller's psychological defense had been crushed.
Just now, Xu Mo and Zhou Qiaoqiao used an interrogation technique.
Xu Mo played the good cop, Zhou Qiaoqiao played the bad cop.
During interrogation, one person will be particularly vicious to you, making you feel afraid.
While the other person will appear very kind.
By comparison, you will feel that the one playing good cop is simply an angel incarnate.
This will cause you to open your heart to the good cop and obey them.
At this point, this bank teller was in this situation.
She took Zhou Qiaoqiao to get the gold without any hesitation.
She had already regarded Zhou Qiaoqiao as her lifeline.
Now there was only one road in front of her.
That was to cooperate.
Because she had preconceived that Zhou Qiaoqiao was also a gangster.
So she had no thoughts or dared to resist at all.
Zhou Qiaoqiao went with the teller to get the gold.
Xu Mo and Yang Jingxuan stayed in the lobby to watch the rest of the people.
Everyone in the lobby was exceptionally cooperative, squatting on the ground.
Not daring to move at all.
Afraid that the desperate criminal Xu Mo would come at them with a knife.
...
Backstage of the show.
Song Yixue was staring at the computer screen.
From the live content.
Xu Mo, Zhou Qiaoqiao, and Yang Jingxuan were still eating.
Of course, their faces did not appear in the live video.
You could only see a table full of dishes, and the scene of the three people constantly picking up food with chopsticks.
From time to time, they would also praise this or that dish for being pretty good.
Other than eating, it was praising the food for being delicious.
There was no mention of taking action at all.
"Don't plan on taking action today?", Song Yixue muttered to herself.
What she didn't know was that
Xu Mo was already inside the bank.
The robbery had already begun.
Before taking action, Xu Mo also had Zhou Qiaoqiao hack the cameras given by the show crew.
Now what the show crew and viewers were seeing on the live stream
were fake.
...
Inside the bank.
The teller came out pushing a small cart.
On the cart were stacks of glittering gold bars.
Sunlight coming through the bank's glass windows shone on the gold bars on the cart, giving off a pleasing color.
"They are all one thousand gram gold bars, seventy in total," Zhou Qiaoqiao said with a smile.
Afraid that Xu Mo would be dissatisfied, the teller took the initiative to explain:
"This is all the thousand gram gold bars our bank has..."
Xu Mo ignored her and picked up one of the gold bars.
After a quick inspection confirming it was real gold.
Only then did he say to the two: "Get ready, we can leave now."
"Get ready for what?", Yang Jingxuan asked: "Also, we don't have a car either. How do we take these gold bars away, we can't really use the cart right?"
Xu Mo thought, no car is simple?
What are we?
We're robbers!
If we can rob a bank, then we won't have any trouble robbing a car!
The next second, Xu Mo looked through the glass of the bank at the parking spaces at the entrance.
"Whose black BMW is that? Let me borrow it for a bit."
Everyone: "..."
Borrow?
How can you call robbing borrowing?
It's clearly outright robbery!
The BMW's owner knew this, so he chose to play dumb.
He didn't want the car he had spent a small fortune on to be robbed by the gangsters.
He was convinced that as long as he didn't speak up.
Xu Mo would have no way of knowing he was the owner.
Seeing no one speak up.
Xu Mo drew out his sheathed knife again and walked towards the crowd.
"No one likes to talk huh, then none of you will have a chance to talk again."
Seeing Xu Mo draw his knife again, someone couldn't hold it in.
With one hand covering his head, and the other pointing at the man in white clothes squatting nearby.
"I know I know! That car is his, I personally saw him get out of the car just now."
A typical fairweather friend.
The man in white: "???"
Xu Mo didn't waste words and went towards the man in white with his knife.
"Keys."
The latter gave a bitter smile, and was so aggrieved he almost cried.
This car was bought with a loan, and he hadn't finished paying off the car loan yet!
But he also knew that no matter how important the car was, his life was more important.
The person in front of him was a thorough scoundrel.
He gritted his teeth and took out the car keys from his pocket, handing them to Xu Mo.
After Xu Mo took the keys.
He casually handed them to Zhou Qiaoqiao.
"You two go and move all the gold onto the car first."
While Zhou Qiaoqiao and Yang Jingxuan pulled the cart to load the gold bars from it into the car.
Xu Mo set the bomb he brought to timer mode and placed it in the middle of the bank lobby.
With a smile he said.
"It will explode in twenty minutes, good luck to you all."
After saying that, he walked out of the bank's front door.
Before leaving, he also found a stick.
And used it to block the bank's glass door from the outside.
By this time, Zhou Qiaoqiao had already started the car.
All the gold had been loaded into the vehicle.
And she had reserved the driver's seat for Xu Mo.
Xu Mo got in the car, turned the ignition, stepped on the gas pedal in one smooth motion.
This bank robbery operation could be said to be extremely perfect!
The gold bars were piled up on the back seat.
Yang Jingxuan looked at the gold bars, extremely excited.
"So thrilling!!!"
Is this what robbing a bank feels like?
After being excited for a bit.
She took out her phone.
"This kind of time, it's perfect to play a song, I already have it bookmarked."
After saying that, she found the bgm for splitting money from Speed 5.
As the splitting money bgm sounded, the atmosphere instantly maxed out.
At this time Xu Mo also looked at Zhou Qiaoqiao.
"It's done, you can restore the show crew's cameras now."
"OK.", Zhou Qiaoqiao smiled and nodded.
She took out the computer she carried with her.
After some operations.
The scene in the livestream changed.
Originally, the camera was filming the dishes on the table in the restaurant.
Now it had changed to piles of glittering gold bars.
Backstage of the show.
Song Yixue: "???"
What is this situation?
Weren't they eating just now? Where did these gold bars come from!?
At the same time.
The police received countless emergency calls.
The bank has been robbed!
Not only that, the robbers also left a timed bomb inside the bank!
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
