There weren't many people in UBS, and with nearly a hundred people under Tank's command, they were all forced into the basement to be guarded by Tanke's soldiers at gunpoint.

The well-dressed men and women stared in horror at the muzzles of the guns pointed at them, not knowing who the heavily armed soldiers were, or whether the militants, who had clearly come for the wealth in the safe, would kill them.

A man who looked like a supervisor looked at the man who hid his face under the smile mask, he thought about it, and still spoke to this leader-like person with a trembling: "First, sir! Please don't hurt us, we're just an innocent bunch of staff! ”

"Shut up!" When the Revival soldiers heard someone talking, they immediately turned their guns at the man who looked like a supervisor.

Tan Ke stopped the soldier's impolite behavior, and he approached the supervisor very kindly, and comforted him: "Don't worry, as long as you don't do anything that makes us embarrassed, I won't embarrass you." ”

Although I don't know how much credibility the masked man's words have, the director was visibly relieved to receive this verbal assurance, and he retreated back into the kidnapped crowd with his head in his hands under the soldier's gunpoint, and began to comfort everyone, "Please don't panic! I am sure that the matter will be resolved satisfactorily! ”

After listening to the words of this supervisor, Tan Ke felt that this person was a talent, and whether he should consider this operation and bring him to the revival meeting.

While Tan Ke was in his reverie, the soldiers of the Revival Society had already set up a number center at the door of the vault using the electronic devices they had brought with them, and with the establishment of this small number center, the entire UBS group's data center, electronic defense network, and monitoring equipment also fell into Tan Ke's hands.

After using a tight probe to observe that the Swiss police had not yet surrounded the area, the Bastweptist soldiers began brute-forcing the basement vault door.

Contrary to Tanck's imagination, UBS's vault door turned out to be the oldest mechanical gate, not some tall high-tech defense system.

"Why aren't your doors equipped with electronic defense equipment?" Tan Ke asked the supervisor who took the initiative to talk to him before.

The sweat on the director's body was already soaking the shirt on his upper body, and he couldn't figure out the real thoughts of the masked man in front of him, maybe one second he was chatting with Heqi and himself, and the next second he would blow his head with his own hands.

But don't anger the masked man, this principle is definitely correct. The supervisor didn't even dare to wipe the sweat dripping on his chin, and replied tremblingly: "Because, because the headquarters thinks that the electronic system may be hacked, it will bring a great, great loss to the credibility of the group." ”

After listening to the director's explanation, Tan Ke nodded with some understanding. This kind of large group that can dominate the world's financial circles really has its uniqueness and merits, and besides, who would be crazy enough to really grab the headquarters of UBS? It is only in this Marvel world in New York where aliens and superheroes can fight each other that it is not so abrupt to rob the headquarters of UBS Group.

While Tan Ke and the supervisor were chatting, the Renaissance soldiers had violently broken down the vault door with the high-tech equipment they were carrying.

Leaving a portion of the soldiers to guard the hostages, Tan Ke entered the vault with the rest. Contrary to what I imagined, there were no gold bricks inside the huge vault, only a small safe. UBS's gold bricks are stored in local branches, where safes are stocked with important items for private clients, whether they are jewelry, hand accessories, documents, or just a will.

"Mr. Director, your group should have registration information about the items stored in the safe, right?"

Tan Ke asked the director who had been held hostage.

The supervisor frowned, of course there is registration information, but if this is said, the company will track it down in the future, and his responsibility will be great.

Tan Ke saw through the director's inner thoughts at a glance, and the face under his mask smiled. Then he stuck the pistol in his waist and clapped his hands.

The Renaissance soldiers, who had already been accountable, certainly knew what His Excellency the Prophet's actions meant, and they quickly dragged five hostages in from outside. The five hostages were selected through screening, and all were strong men.

"Hello everyone! I'm the person in charge of this operation, and I've brought everyone here because your supervisor doesn't seem to be willing to cooperate with me, so I have to put some pressure on him. ”

As Tan Ke spoke, the soldiers holding the hostages pressed their guns to the back of the hostages' heads.

In an instant, the five of them either cried loudly or collapsed to the ground in a flurry of feces and urine.

"Oh God! What did I do wrong! ”

"Don't! Don't! I still have a wife and children! ”

"Please! Please don't kill me! What do you want to know? I sue you! I sue you! ”

Looking at these familiar faces, looking at the black-clad soldiers whose heads were covered by masks, the director still couldn't resist the inner struggle after all.

"Don't shoot! I'll give you the information log! Please keep them safe! ”

After saying this, the director looked like he was a few years older.

Tan Ke laughed when he heard this, and he patted the supervisor on the shoulder, "You won't regret your decision!" Your actions saved five lives! Trust me, your company won't penalize you for this! ”

The soldier escorted the hostages back to the place, and Tank, led by a somewhat reluctant supervisor, obtained the registration information for the safe. Thanks to UBS's meticulous registration work, he quickly found the classified information he was looking for. Looking at the storage area of jewelry items displayed on the computer, Tan Ke felt a sense of pleasure in his heart.

In front of the ultra-high temperature cutters specially built by the Leipzig Renaissance Group for the operation, the safes, which were not really special, new or old, were cut open. According to His Excellency's instructions, the soldiers did not look at banknotes, gold, or the like, and swept everything to the ground except for diamonds and hand ornaments as if they were garbage. Throw your priceless jewelry in a special alloy suitcase.

In the live broadcast room-

"! Am I watching a live robbery? That's cool, isn't it? ”

"The anchor has completely transformed into a villain......"

"I think the anchor is good, haven't you seen that he hasn't killed anyone until now?"

"Pull it down! You see if he will kill the SWAT who came to surround him. ”

……

Of course, Tank would have exchanged gunfire with the Swiss SWAT, but he had no intention of doing anything to the hostages, and he was neither the kind of virgin who would give up her plans for the sake of her conscience, nor was he a madman who took pleasure in meaningless killing.