Katyusha activated it, and saw the little one stretch out six mechanical legs, which were attached to the skin of her palm, and she said to it in Serrania: "Hello." It quickly sounded an English translation: "Hello! ”

"It's working well, so don't worry about not being able to understand Serrania." Hugh affirmed. "Tell me something else in Serranian and see how it goes?"

"I'm sorry, I'll just say hello." Katyusha embarrassedly put the nanoladybug on her ear.

"Help me update and activate it too." Hugh handed the ladybug box in his jacket pocket to Katyusha.

"No problem." The other party configured it and placed it in Hugh's ear, and the ladybug quickly stretched out its mechanical leg and firmly attached itself to it.

The two of them went to a nearby branch of the National Bank of Serrania, and when they walked inside, there were already more than a dozen customers waiting in the bank hall to do business. Hugh took a printed slip from the numbering machine, went to the seat in the lounge area and waited patiently.

Katyusha looked around the bank: there were only two counters, bank clerks behind bulletproof glass walls, doing business for clients, and a gray-uniformed security guard at the entrance of the hall with a .38 caliber revolver pinned to his waist, pacing back and forth in the doorway, fulfilling his security duties.

On a large marble pillar in the hall, a flat-screen television was broadcasting the speech of the country's president in Seran, and Katyusha listened with interest to the translation through the nanoladybugs in her ears, and he was strongly condemning the ** armed forces, vowing to exterminate them, his facial expression and body language were angry, and he threatened the people not to join the ** armed forces and exterminate the whole family if they were discovered.

"Tsk, warlord dictator, sooner or later it will fall." Katyusha loosened the position of the Ladybug headphones for more comfort.

Not long after, a call in the air sounded in the Serranian language, and the nanoladybug in Hugh's ear accurately heard the translated English voice, he stood up, came to the bank counter, and took out two stacks of hundred-dollar bills from his jacket: "Twenty thousand dollars, all for me to exchange for Serranian dollars." ”

When the bank clerk saw that he was a foreigner, he said in fluent English, "Okay, no problem, please wait." ”

Then she took the dollar bill from the small delivery slot in front of her, removed the rubber band on it, and placed it on an automatic money counter, and after two crisp rounds of bill clicking, she laboriously took out four bundles of microwave-sized bills from the man-tall iron cabinet stacked next to her: "That's four million serranian dollars." Please check. With that, he untied them and shoved them out of the delivery trough one by one.

After watching her stuff for more than two minutes, he sighed in his heart: "This inflation is really serious." It seems that when you go to the street to buy something, you have to use the money to wrap it on your back..."

"Here, this is a bag, please put it up." The bank clerk then ran over two plastic bags with the bank's logo on them.

Just as Hugh and Katyusha were about to walk out of the bank gate with a heavy bag, a masked man in a dark gray sweatshirt pushed open the bank gate, instantly pulled out the pistol hidden in his waist, pressed the head of the security guard at the door, and said in Serranian: "Be honest with me." The security guard's hand that tried to reach for the revolver at his waist hovered in the air, and he could only reluctantly obey the masked man's wishes.

Immediately afterward, a burly fat man with a masked face and a shotgun and a man in sunglasses armed with an Uzi submachine gun burst into the bank, dragging two huge aluminum suitcases with pulleys behind them.

"Nima, how much money is this going to rob?" Hugh exclaimed in his heart.

I saw the two of them put down the suitcase, and the man in sunglasses showed the gun in his hand, and raised the gun to the ceiling to shoot: "All of them are lying down for me and not allowed to move, if you want to live, do as I say." Dust and bricks from the shattered ceiling were scattered in a flutter, and he pointed his gun at the crowd in front of him.

Seeing the situation, everyone in the bank hall showed a frightened expression, and could only choose to submit, slowly lowered their bodies, and lay on the ground.

Hugh exchanged glances with Katyusha, only to see her motioning, "Get down first, and then find a chance to fight back." Then the two of them followed everyone and slowly lay on the ground.

"And you." The fat man raised the shotgun in his hand and aimed it at the bank clerk behind the bulletproof glass wall. "Don't want to play any tricks, if you want the hostages outside to live, just let me lie down honestly." The bank clerks raised their hands tremblingly. Got to the ground. The female employee who had just received Hugh quietly touched the alarm button under the table as she lay down.

The man in the sweatshirt threatened the security guard next to him and fell to the ground, and said to his accomplices beside him: "Watch these people, whoever moves will be killed." ”

Then he pointed at the security door that led to the bank clerk's office area: "Listen to the people inside, hurry up and open this damn door for me." ”

The clerks all stayed in place and hesitated, and not a single one of them stood up to cooperate with the bank robbers' demands.

"Give you three seconds, the door won't open when the time is over. All the consequences are your own accomplishments. The man in the sweatshirt pointed his gun at a customer lying on the ground.

The bank staff remained indifferent, and no one wanted to open the security door and lose their jobs.

"Countdown begins, 3, 2, 1." The man in the sweatshirt lowered the muzzle of the gun, and with a "bang", a customer was shot in the back and fell in a pool of blood.

Hugh couldn't bear it anymore and was ready to take action, but Katyusha shook her head, suggesting that the time had not yet come, and Hugh had no choice but to give up.

"Give you one more chance, the next round of countdown starts, or 3 seconds, to see if in the eyes of you people, human life or money is important." The man in the sweatshirt looked coldly at the clerks hiding behind the bank counter.

“3… 2..."The man in the sweatshirt lowered the speed of the countdown this time, expecting things to turn around.

A male bank clerk struggles with his heart, whether to continue to huddle here to save his life, or to endure the condemnation of his inner conscience and the condemnation of the media in the future? Finally, he stood up: "Wait, be merciful, don't hurt the innocent, I'll open the door." ”

From the eyes of his colleagues behind him, there are two very different kinds of eyes, some praise his courage and nobility, others complain that he has no regard for the interests of the bank.

As soon as he opened the door, the man in the sweatshirt shouted to his accomplices: "Fatty, go to the vault quickly and put the gold bars in place." ”

"No problem, wrap it up on me." The fat man carried the shotgun on his shoulder, dragged two large suitcases, swaggered into the bank security door, and pointed the muzzle of the gun at a female clerk lying on the ground: "You, get up for me." Open the door to the vault. ”