"Mr. Takagi, I don't care about the data of your headquarters. I only need your password," said the man.
"What exactly do you want?" asked the old man named Takagi.
"Nakatomi Corporation has made a fortune in the past two years, and we know that there's a secret vault at the bottom of the building that you built. There are 640 million dollars worth of bearer bonds in it," said the man in the deep voice.
Luke chuckled inwardly. No wonder at least forty criminals were here. They were here for the 640 million dollars.
Bearer bonds sounded fancy, but that was exactly what China had issued treasury bills.
But there were fewer and fewer bearer bonds, because they were a natural tool for criminals to transfer money. Most countries stopped issuing them, and destroyed them as they went.
Takagi was furious. "What kind of terrorists are you? Just for money? "
"Yes, Mr. Takagi. We just want money. It doesn't matter what other people think of us. So, tell me the password, "said the baritone.
Takagi didn't say anything.
The baritone sighed. "Fine, do you see this? I'll count to three. If you don't tell me, I'll do it. "
Luke craned his head, only to see that it was a middle-aged white man with a neat beard. He had the air of a villain, and he was aiming a gun at Takagi.
What should he do? Thinking quickly, Luke made a decision: he couldn't let Takagi die here.
If this place turned into a murder scene, the forensics department would turn it upside down, and Luke and Jimena wouldn't be able to keep it a secret anymore.
He wasn't interested in turning his private life into a topic for the officers of Los Angeles.
For example, "Do you know about the terrorist incident on Christmas Eve? A detective had sex on the heads of the terrorists, pulled up their pants, and killed all of them. "If news of this were to spread, it would probably become a case that the LAPD would be proud of!
Our detective didn't even put on his pants properly, and he was already shooting at the terrorists!
Thinking that Dustin might tell the new detectives about his "great feats" in the future, Luke decided to take action.
He walked out of the back door of the conference room as light as a feather.
The conference room was actually on the same level as the office, and was only separated by glass.
Luke appeared right in front of the criminals, but there was no light from where he was, only a dark shadow. He had already put on gloves, and threw out two steel balls.
Thud! Thud!
There was a weird noise, and the bearded man and the gunman next to him passed out before they could see who it was.
Luke took out his pocket again and threw out a steel ball, knocking out another criminal who was sitting next to him.
Only then did he grab Old Man Qing Mu and quickly retreat.
He couldn't kill anyone, at least not yet.
The bearded man was obviously the leader. If he died, the bandits with forty to fifty hostages might do something drastic. It was better to ask Takagi about the old man's situation first.
Detective John, who was hiding under the table, only saw two criminals suddenly fall, and then a third, before a shadow dashed over and dragged Takagi away.
"What the hell?" John murmured.
But a moment later, his eyes glittered, and he quickly approached the three criminals and took their weapons. He was just taking off Luke's shoes, when the elevator door dinged, and two criminals entered with submachine guns.
Shocked, Detective John snuck away from the other side of the security door with his weapon and shoes in hand.
Luke, on the other hand, escorted Takagi to the 23rd floor, which was under renovation.
He put the old man down and showed him his ID. "Detective Luke, LAPD, Major Crimes Division. What's going on here? "
The old man calmed himself down and bowed at Luke formally. "Thank you for saving my life."
Luke waved his hand. "I'm a police officer. This is my job. Enough nonsense. Tell me about this group of people. How much do you know? "
Takagi shook his head. "I'm not sure. Their leader is called Hans, and he seems to be a German. They're here for the money in the vault. Mr. Luke, have you called the police? "
Luke shook his head. Takagi didn't know much. "How many of them are there? What about their weapons? Are they well-trained? How many of you are being held hostage? You have to tell me that first, so that I can call the police department and send reinforcements. "
Takagi hurriedly told Luke what he had seen. Luke frowned.
Takagi wasn't familiar with military affairs, but as a businessman, he had sharp eyes.
It was easy for him to tell that these people weren't poor, and that they were well-dressed and well-equipped.
The behavior of these people was also more orderly, unlike the casual and lazy behavior of the black gangs. From the way some of them talked, it was clear that they had received a considerable degree of education.
All of this suggested that these guys weren't just any gang, but professional criminals with clear goals and a clear division of labor.
Luke frowned. "Can they open the vault on the ground floor?"
Takagi shook his head. "The first few doors can be broken open with professional tools in a few hours. But if they force open the first few doors, the alloy door at the end will automatically lock unless they have a password. "
Luke asked, "Is that why they want to capture you?"
Takagi nodded. "Probably."
Luke, however, shook his head. "I got the feeling that Hans really wanted to kill you. He wasn't joking. So, they can't do without your password. "
Takagi frowned as well. "The last door is equipped with new electromagnetic protection technology. It's hard to open it with regular methods."
Seeing that Takagi didn't have any more suggestions, Luke told him to find a place to hide and come back to him later.
Takagi asked, "Aren't you going to notify the police department?"
Luke nodded. "The signal here isn't good. I need to find a place to make a call. Mr. Takagi, you can hide yourself. "He then got up and left.
Luke left the 23rd floor and returned to the 30th floor.
This time, the criminal who had been guarding the door was gone.
But Luke also heard gunshots from the 34th floor.
Only he had good hearing and the quiet stairwell could he have heard the gunshots.
He was stunned for a moment. Who else was fighting the criminals?
He thought for a moment, then went to the 34th floor. Confirming that nobody was guarding the door, he opened it slightly and looked inside.
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