Behind a police car diagonally across the street from the gate of the "Federal Bank", Roan was about to continue to explain the clues to the several chiefs in front of him.

But he was interrupted as several bank executives arrived at the scene, and Lacey brought them to the leadership circle.

The head bank executive, an elderly white man in a suit with a slightly chubby figure and a big back, who obviously knew the director of the LAPD and the head of the group, Potant-Byrne, exchanged a few words of greeting and immediately inquired about the situation at the scene.

After learning from the two that the real target of the robbers was most likely the bank's internal server, the elderly white man hurriedly turned his gaze to an executive behind him, and when the executive heard this, cold sweat suddenly broke out on his forehead, and his lips trembled and said:

"The server is loaded with more than a dozen fund accounts with the foundations of major Hollywood film and television companies!"

The set of servers in the bank is not connected to the Internet, nor is there an external network cable, so hackers can only enter the internal network by breaking into the bank and manually connecting the network cable to the server.

After all, no matter how powerful a hacker is, he can't break into a computer without a network cable.

The bank server is equipped with the highest level of firewall on the market, and there is no shortage of encryption and protection methods.

But no one knows how long these methods will be able to resist that world-class hacker.

Not only that, but there are a lot of other accounts in the server that can't be explained to the outside world, and the owner information behind them is relatively secret, and the money in these accounts is far more than the funds in those foundations.

The cumulative funds in these accounts are nearly $10 billion.

Seeing the eyes of the executive, the elderly white man also thought of this, and his face changed and covered his heart.

Next to him, the director of the LAPD and the head of the group, Portant Byrne, looked at each other with a solemn expression.

They don't know about the secret account, but they still have heard of the foundations of those film and television companies, and they are all big foundations with more than 100 million funds.

"What a big appetite!"

Several superintendents, Detective Albert, Morton-York, Lacey, and others were outspoken, and it was the first time they had encountered such a bold bank robber.

Luo An, who was holding a laptop, nodded secretly, the leader of this gang of robbers is really a guy with brains, how can it be faster to transfer money directly from other people's accounts when robbing banknotes and gold!

And seeing the old white man who kept hammering his chest with his mouth open, Luo An suspected that there was something else in the server.

"Two, be sure to catch this gang of robbers as quickly as possible!"

After the old white man took out a few pills from his pocket and stuffed them into his mouth, his mental state improved a little, and then he couldn't wait to say:

"Our bank is willing to donate $8 million afterwards!"

Compared to the potential loss of nearly $10 billion, $8 million is really nothing.

And whether the $8 million will go to the LAPD or the FBI, the elderly white man did not say, but everyone present knew that whoever caught the robber would naturally go to whom.

The director of the LAPD and several superintendents of police became slightly short of breath when they heard this, and the FBI team director, Portant Byrne, still had an unchanged face, as if he didn't care about the $8 million at all.

Seeing this scene, Roan was a little surprised, and began to be a little curious about Portant-Byrne's previous experience.

But before Roan could think about it, Portant-Byrne turned around and said in a deep voice:

"Luo An, you said before that you found some clues, what are the specific clues?"

Looking up and seeing the light in the eyes of the team leader, Luo An was dumbfounded.

It seems that Portant-Byrne does not care about the money, but does a better job on the surface.

"Ahem, that's right."

Luo An coughed lightly twice to attract everyone's attention and explained:

"Guys, we can see from the calm attitude of these robbers in the bank that this group of guys is definitely prepared."

There is no one to talk to for the time being, this is a matter on the surface.

Luo An paused for a moment and continued:

"Since the other side is prepared, it is impossible for them not to think about the countermeasures of our law enforcement officers in advance.

So if we meet the other party's request, allow them thirty minutes...... Twenty-five minutes later, the hostages drove the school bus to the airport, and after arriving at the airport...... No, in the process of escorting! We definitely have to meet the unexpected! ”

At the end of Luo An's words, his eyes were extremely confident, and he judged an inference as a definite answer in his words.

Of course, Luo An was sure, because if he brought himself into this group of bank robbers, he could think of no less than a dozen escape strategies.

Hearing this, the team leader Potant-Byrne and the director of the LAPD were shocked, both of them had enough experience, and Roan's speculation was very likely in their eyes.

The director of the LAPD didn't say much, and a superintendent saw that Luo An from the FBI side was so attractive, and immediately frowned slightly, and subconsciously said:

"We can take extra precautions during the escort, and the other party will never be able to escape from our hands!"

"What if a crane suddenly appears in the middle of the road and lifts the other schoolbus onto another road?"

Luo An closed his notebook and calmly said four or five escape strategies, including but not limited to car accidents blocking roads, blowing up tunnels, blowing up bridges, and airplanes hanging school buses.

“……”

After hearing these words, the LAPD side, Lacey, Morton York, etc., all looked at Roan with stunned and surprised faces.

The corners of the group's director, Portant Byrne, twitched a few times.

If it weren't for Luo An's innocence and the deputy head of the special investigation team, they would all suspect that Luo An was an accomplice to the bank robbers.

"This is Hollywood."

Luo An handed the laptop to Lacey, casually said that he had dreamed of being a director before, and finally said with a serious face:

"So, we can't be sure what this gang of robbers is going to do at the moment, and in order to prevent them from escaping from us, we must keep this group of guys in the bank forever!"

"That's right!"

The bank executives and others next to him came back to their senses and clapped their hands in unison to applaud Roan's words, and the group leader, Potante Byrne, also cast an approving look at Roan.

"But what about the bombs in the hands of these robbers?"

The director of the LAPD thought about it briefly, and found that Luo An's analysis was very reasonable, and did not speak, and the superintendent on the side asked again:

"These bombs are now strapped to the hostages!"

"Then find a way to defuse the bomb first, and then find a way to deal with this gang of robbers!"

Without waiting for Roan to speak, the team leader, Portant-Byrne, gave the superintendent a cold look and answered the other party's question.

Roan's analysis is undoubtedly the best solution to the current situation, and Potant-Byrne, who is accustomed to doing things directly, is really not in the mood to argue with the LAPD in this regard.

Potante-Byrne pulled his phone out of his pocket and prepared to call the FBI's Los Angeles Anti-IED Division, telling them to come to the scene to check on the situation, after all, this department is the only bomb expert.

"No, sir."

As soon as Potanke-Byrne was about to press the button, Roan said that he had come to the scene and had called the anti-IED unit when he saw the injured LAPD rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment.

Grabbing the watch on Lacey's wrist and glancing at it, Roan smiled:

"They should be on the scene right away."

As soon as the words were spoken, the pitch-black van of the anti-IED department pulled up on the road behind the group.

(End of chapter)