The night was shrouded in the earth, and the howling wind kept blowing in the air, with a slight drizzle in the middle, which made people's faces painful.

The originally bustling streets were sparsely pedestrians, and even a few people rushed toward their destination.

Yang Feng, wearing an ordinary suit, carrying a huge briefcase in his hand, and was covered with a mask on his face slowly walking in an alley. At this moment, he looked like an ordinary white-collar worker who had just gotten off work.

Yang Feng shook his head slightly at the closed shop door around him. Just half an hour ago, this famous girl alley was full of men coming to buy spring. When the wind came, the men and women who were originally playing and flirting in the box were like wild mandarin ducks driven away in an instant.

I raised my wrist and looked at it. It was 1:37 a.m. After twenty-seven minutes, it was the time for the night guard guards of Mitsubishi United Bank to change shifts. After two a.m., most of the police in Tokyo also got off work. This was also the best time to take action.

The wind was getting stronger and stronger, and Yang Feng wrapped his windbreaker tightly. While speeding up his pace, he also paid attention to the movements around him. You should know that in the official Japanese computer information, he had already returned to China on today's flight. If he was touched by the Japanese police, he would be unable to explain it clearly.

Although Yang Feng did not take the Japanese police seriously, it is an extraordinary time now. It is better to have less than more things. It is better to be low-key.

Soon, Yang Feng walked out of the Girls' Lane and immediately saw the headquarters of the Mitsubishi United Bank at the corner. During the day, people came and went to the building and there was no trace of people at this moment. Only the street lights around illuminate the building.

Yang Feng stood at the dead corner of a camera, his eyes closed slightly and slowly spread his mind, and soon he calmed down the surrounding situation.

After a while, Yang Feng opened his eyes, took a deep breath, and snorted coldly.

Mitsubishi United Bank deserves its reputation as the world's largest bank. Although there seems to be no guard around the bank, there is actually a guard composed of more than 30 gun-carrying security guards stationed in the bank. In addition, the door is closed, and most people want to break into the bank at night, unless they use heavy weapons such as tanks or artillery, they don't even think about it.

However, no one would have thought that there is another skill in this world called teleportation. This skill that is obviously only found in fantasy novels actually exists in reality.

Yang Feng, who was immersed in his mind again, moved his mind and disappeared from the spot. Almost at the same time, Yang Feng's figure reappeared in a room in Mitsubishi United Bank Building.

Yang Feng opened his eyes and found that he was in a room about fifty meters. There were long rows of storage cabinets on one side of the corner of the wall, a row of benches in the middle, and some belts, powerful flashlights, batons and other items were hung around.

Seeing this, Yang Feng nodded slowly. As expected, this was a locker room.

Yang Feng put down the large briefcase in his hand and opened the training. Suddenly, the neat row of firearms, pistols, rifles, grenades and other weapons in his bag were all there.

These guns were prepared by Yang Feng for this plan. After the last Jingjiatang Library incident, Yang Feng reflected on it and believed that the disturbance caused by the last Jingjiatang Library incident was too great. Although he had the ability to teleport, he was not a superman wearing underwear after all. However, when facing an established army, he was still very dangerous to be alone, so it is better to be as low-key as possible. Therefore, it is better not to make such a big noise in this action as last time.

When he walked to the storage cabinet, Yang Feng tore open the iron doors of several storage cabinets in front of him, took out several uniforms from it, and chose one with a similar figure to his.

After putting on his uniform, he wore all the weapons in his grand briefcase. After putting on it, Yang Feng walked to the big mirror beside him and looked at it. Now he is no different from the ordinary bank guards outside. He has an AK-74U small-caliber assault rifle and a row of magazines on his chest, a GSh-18 pistol and a few grenades on his waist, and a mask and sunglasses on his face. At first glance, he looks like a terrorist in American movies.

After arming himself, Yang Feng nodded with satisfaction, spread his mind, and disappeared into the locker room, and the next time he appeared in another secret room.

Yang Feng opened his eyes and swept to the side with the dim light above his head. It didn't matter if he saw it, and his breathing immediately became a little rapid.

Although the lights in the secret room were dim, Yang Feng could still clearly see that rows of iron frames were placed around him, and rows of gold bricks were placed above the iron frames.

These gold bricks are cast according to international practice, and each gold brick weighs 12.5 kg (400 ounces).

Now it is 2009, and the price of gold is about 200 yuan per gram of Chinese coins. At this price, each gold brick is worth 2.5 million yuan. Yang Feng looked over and saw that the room was full of dense gold bricks, at least tens of thousands of yuan. This means that the gold in this room is worth at least 2 billion Chinese coins.

If so much money is used to develop Yang Feng's navy in the Ming Dynasty, it can at least double the scale of the Fujian navy.

"Tsk tsk... I'm rich!"

Even though Yang Feng had already experienced extremely strong minds, he couldn't help but become excited at this moment. Moreover, this was just a brick of a room. Yang Feng knew very clearly through his mental observation that there were at least ten vaults of the same size next door.

Just when Yang Feng was very excited, a shrill alarm sounded suddenly.

"Not good, I've been discovered!"

Yang Feng's face changed slightly. He was just watching the gold, but forgot to pay attention to the surroundings. How could the Japanese not install cameras when storing precious metals like this? I'm afraid that the guards on duty would find themselves as soon as they came in.

But now is not the time to get angry. Yang Feng took out a smoke bomb from his waist, pulled out the insurance, and threw it on the ground. Soon the entire vault was suddenly filled with smoke, and he could not see anything in the entire vault.

"Baga...that guy actually carried a smoke bomb!"

In the duty room, a middle-aged guard looked at the vault where the gold was stored and could not see anything. He was so angry that he cursed. He immediately started yelling: "Hurry up... sound the alarm immediately, everyone will guard the door of the vault No. 0023. After the police and the section chief arrive, they must arrest the criminal as soon as possible!"
Chapter completed!