Late at night, inside the HSBC bank vault.

As the last box of dollar bills was counted and loaded onto the truck, the CEO of HSBC signed his name on the cargo list.

Watching the box being sealed, the carriage being closed and locked, the alert armed guards began to board the carriage in an orderly manner.

The escort convoy began to move slowly, and a faint smoke instantly filled the enclosed underground space, filling everything.

CEO Mai Rongen had a look of disgust on his face, took out his handkerchief and covered his mouth and nose.

Davis, who was standing next to him, immediately suggested, "Sir, let's go back. The air here is not conducive to breathing."

"It doesn't matter." Mai Rongen rejected the proposal, "I will leave after the convoy leaves."

Davis shrugged. If the boss didn't leave, he could only stand there and accompany him.

At the same time, several senior executives of HSBC were accompanying Mai Rongen to breathe in the exhaust fumes. Everyone looked at the convoy nervously.

After all, as a bank with rich experience, HSBC now feels a bit like it is in turmoil.

They themselves have lost count of how many times they have been robbed, and every loss is a huge loss.

So every time the deposit vehicle transports cash, it makes them nervous.

Especially for this transportation, the amount of cash was huge, and the money was dismantled from the headquarters and must be paid back immediately.

If another accident occurs, it is difficult to say whether HSBC can raise this huge sum of money again, which will be a fatal blow in terms of its safety image.

I really can't afford to lose it.

Mai Rongen personally came to escort him because of this insecurity.

"Don't worry, boss." Davis said next to him, "We hired a professional security company from the mainland of China to escort the shipment this time. No locals from Hong Kong Island were involved in the whole process. The security guards responsible for the escort were all Gurkhas.

The quality of the security guards is very trustworthy.”

Mai Rongen nodded. For the safety of this escort, HSBC has taken a lot of internal security measures and issued a strict confidentiality ban.

He is the only one who knows the entire security plan, others are only responsible for part of it, and the escort route was randomly selected by him from several plans.

In order to remain silent, HSBC did not even notify the Hong Kong Island Police.

This is all done in secret.

The matter of escorting cash transfers strictly limits the number of people with knowledge of the matter. The security plan is still specified by a local security company in the country, and the personnel are also recruited from the country.

McIlroy has worked hard to make a careful plan to eliminate any risks that may arise due to leaks of secrets.

This time, it should be foolproof.

Mai Rongen quickly recalled it in his mind, thinking about what he had missed.

"I hope everything goes well this time." Mai Rongen crossed himself on his chest and said, "God bless."

"Amen!" Davis also made the sign of the cross and prayed with the boss, "Don't worry, boss, there will definitely be no problem this time."

"You did a good job." McIron looked at Davis with a smile, "This time the confidentiality measures were well done."

Davis was a little proud. The biggest difficulty in escorting was keeping secrets. As long as you kept it secret, you would basically be more than half successful.

"Is that Xu Jiabao still in the bank?" Mai Rongen suddenly asked.

"He's still here," Davis said quickly. "He's been commuting to and from get off work on time recently and hasn't submitted his resignation letter yet."

"After this matter is over, deal with him." McIron turned his head and glanced at Davis, and said with a cold face, "Be clean."

"Understood." Davis nodded.

This kind of targeted cleanup to cover up scandals is relatively common within large European and American groups. Davis has done similar disposals three or four times and is already very skilled at it.

After Mai Rongen finished his instructions, he turned around and got into the car. He wanted to follow the escort convoy and watch the money get on the plane with his own eyes.

…

In front of the checkpoint at Shigang Airport, a military Humvee slowly stopped.

Two soldiers came up with flashlights and said, "Hey, this is a military base."

When the light illuminated the rank of the officer in the cab, the two soldiers saluted quickly, "I'm sorry, Lieutenant Colonel, please show me your ID."

With a straight face, Rick slowly took out a military ID card from his pocket and handed it over. He said in a standard Oxford accent, "I'm here for a safety inspection to ensure that tonight's flight mission goes smoothly."

"Hello, sir." The soldier handed the ID back respectfully, "Do you have anything else?"

"Is General Harveys here?"

"He went to the weekend dance."

"Who is the officer on duty?"

"It's Major Brown."

"Where is his office?" Rick asked, "I want to go directly to him."

The soldier immediately pointed out the location of the duty officer's office to Rick and raised the blocking pole.

The Humvee entered the military camp smoothly and headed towards the airport runway with great swagger.

Qin Yi, who was sitting in the car, felt a little incredible, "We came in so easily?"

This is a military camp after all. Why is the security so lax?

"It's always like this here, and it's still the weekend, how good can you expect them to do?" Rick laughed, "Come on, man, this military base will be decommissioned soon, and the soldiers will be evacuated soon, no

People care.”

When Rick served in the American army, he had many interactions with the Japanese army, held joint exercises with them, lived in the Korean base for a long time, and knew the internal details of the Japanese army well.

That's why they can easily disguise themselves as the Yin Army without having to worry about being exposed due to carelessness in some details.

Coupled with his lack of military discipline and his state of lying flat, the difficulty of infiltration is further reduced.

Rick turned to look at another passenger, Xu Jiabao, "Actually, what I'm more curious about is that the transfer of money is a very confidential matter. It's not that the top management won't be exposed to these secrets. How did you, a middle-level employee, know about it?

?”

"I heard what Davis, CEO Mai Rongen's deputy said." Xu Jiabao was a little nervous, but still answered honestly, "He drank too much in the bar and bragged to others that he was executing a secret

Task."

"Then what?" Qin Yi praised him at the right moment.

"Then, he talked a lot." Xu Jiabao showed a strange expression, "There were many people in the bar at that time, and there were seven or eight people who drank with him that day, but they all drank too much, and I was still relatively sober."

"Conspiracy loudly in the bar." Qin Yi nodded, "This is very consistent with confidentiality practices."

The corner of Rick's mouth twitched. It was not that he doubted the source of the intelligence, because he had come into contact with intelligence sources that were even more outrageous than this one.

For example, auditors loudly discuss trade secrets in the elevator, mercenaries loudly celebrate their upcoming coup in the bar, etc.

This is an international practice.

But soon they saw the huge transport aircraft on the airport runway, a C130 Hercules, a four-engine tactical transport aircraft.

Rick made a gesture, and several of his SEALs quickly got out of the car and quietly sneaked into the open cabin.

Rick himself took Mike and swaggered to the duty officer's office, chatting and laughing with Major Brown. Soon the two of them opened a bottle of whiskey and started drinking.

Half an hour later, a motorcade slowly arrived at the runway.

Before the convoy came to a stop, the dark-faced Gurkha armed security guards jumped out and pounced on the transport aircraft with a fierce look, startling the ground engineer who was doing maintenance.

The pilot stuck his head out of the hatch and cursed loudly.

But those armed security guards don't care, they just listen to the boss.

Soon the airport runway became a bit chaotic. The soldiers in charge of security at the base stood lazily watching from a distance, while the ground maintenance personnel and drivers who were doing maintenance complained.

The extremely arrogant behavior of the armed security guards caused a lot of trouble for the maintenance staff, and the personnel responsible for moving and transferring banknotes were all HSBC internal staff.

Even the crew members are not from Shigang Military Camp. They are from the mainland and are specifically responsible for this escort.

People from these parties do not know each other, do not belong to each other in terms of power and responsibilities, and are not familiar with each other. Therefore, all kinds of troubles are inevitable when they get mixed up.

The verbal conflict was just a minor issue, but some had bad tempers and had already escalated into fistfights.

For example, a clerk carrying banknotes had a scuffle with an armed security guard.

In this chaos, SEALs in disguise even had to step in to stop the fight between armed security and ground staff. They were more responsible than the soldiers at the base in maintaining order.

The soldiers on duty felt that these people were not theirs, and were eager to watch their jokes. They even looked at the SEALs who kept trying to break up the fight, as if they were watching a monkey show.

When Rick and the drunk Major Brown came over, they felt a little dizzy when they saw the scene in front of them.

"Fake, what are you doing?" Rick felt a little weird.

In order to end this farce quickly, Rick had to walk up to McIron and protest loudly to him, "Sir, if you don't restrain your people, we won't be polite, my soldiers."

Force will have to be used to wake them up."

McIron expressed his gratitude to the conscientious base officer, praised his men for their proactive spirit in breaking up conflicts, and then said that he would definitely criticize his men severely.

After the boss's words, the chaos finally subsided.

The SEALs watched excitedly as boxes filled with banknotes were delivered to the plane. When the last box was delivered into the cabin, they couldn't wait to start chasing people away.
To be continued...