Chapter 196: Harvest

When Edwin Antonio stepped into his vehicle, a Norfolk extended-length 'Holy Light', his face was extremely gloomy. At this moment, anyone could see the pent-up anger in his eyes, the brutality and ferocity revealed in his gaze, which made people dare not look directly at him.

When news of the attack on the Craig Community Bank reached the Chloe Nightclub, the Blood Hand Party cadre meeting that Antonio had planned to hold here was naturally called off. He now only wanted to rush over as quickly as possible to see the situation there.

"Have the men already headed over?"

Before the extended 'Holy Light' sedan had even started, Antonio asked in a gloomy voice: "What exactly is the situation over there now?"

"Sorry, boss, this happened only five minutes ago, so I can't gather much intelligence yet. I only know that nearby people heard a gunshot, saw two cement trucks crash into the bank, and then the entire Craig Building vanished."

Cajalen spoke fearfully, his words cautious, afraid of provoking the terrifying beast of prey beside him who was in a state of rage.

"When I received the news, I already notified several of our mobile units, but they are quite far away and need time to get there. It's estimated that only three of our Blood Pins can arrive at the scene within three minutes. Besides that, we have over a dozen magic-energy professionals above level nine near the bank, but they are helpless for now. The enemy used Dark Realm Rune Stones to pull the entire building out of this world. We need to wait for powerful magic-energy mages to arrive—"

The so-called Blood Pin, as the name suggests, is a bright red brooch. However, in the Blood Hand Party, only magic-energy professionals at the Outlaw level or above are allowed to wear the Blood Pin.

"So, we've been tricked, haven't we? Their previous actions were just to lure us away?"

Antonio almost bit through the cigar in his mouth: "Then who do you think is behind this attack? Still that Andre Lee Wiltonstein?"

Cajalen was almost speechless, after all, the other party had been bold enough to strike at the Craig Community Bank.

No matter how many or how strong the men Li Mochen's father left him, they couldn't possibly have such strength.

"Boss, I also have one more piece of information: the enemy didn't have many people involved in this operation, estimated to be only about ten."

"So what? If it's ten powerful Outlaws, even if the Craig Building were a fortress, it would be hard to hold."

Antonio snorted: "Have Sheriza and Aonzo head over too, tell them to break the dimensional tether as soon as possible, and make sure those rats don't escape—"

The man in sunglasses sitting in the front passenger seat couldn't help but show hesitation: "But boss, your safety?"

Sheriza was a level 14 magic-energy mage, and Aonzo was a level 16 magic-energy berserker, both extremely powerful.

These two were also the backbone of Antonio's defensive force.

"Aren't you all here? According to the Norfolk manufacturer, this 'Holy Light' can withstand tank shells."

Antonio looked out the window and said casually: "The Ancona combat group is nearby, have them meet us at the Oak Street intersection ahead."

At this moment, the bulletproof sedan in front of them had already accelerated, running a red light and speeding forward at nearly 200 kilometers per hour.

"We should make it in time."

Cajalen's tone and expression still held some optimism: "Our enemies must not know that at the Craig Building we have two newly added combat groups, and you, boss, have placed four of the thirty-five combat groups from headquarters there. A total of seven Outlaws and over sixty fully armed personnel. I think whoever is behind this attack is very likely to break their teeth."

"I hope so—"

But at that moment, Antonio suddenly felt a palpitation, sensing an exceptionally strong wave of magic energy surging from ahead.

And at this time, everyone in the car had a livid expression.

Cajalen's face was also pale; he sensed that the origin of this massive magic tide was in the direction of the Craig Building.

It was likely a violent explosion inside the building, the devastating shockwave hitting the dimensional membrane, thus disturbing the external magic energy.

...

At the Craig Building, large amounts of brick and stone were collapsing. Two hundred kilograms of C4 explosives, plus explosive magic crystals equivalent to twelve tons of TNT, had blown the century-old classical revival building sky-high. This also caused Li Mochen and the others hiding in the shelter to bleed from all seven orifices, with tinnitus and chest tightness, nearly fainting.

Although this shelter had been deliberately chosen by Gene Reddy in the south corner of the building, avoiding several blast points and located in a blind spot where the shockwave could not directly hit, the vast and immense force still affected them. Just a fraction of the residual force nearly destroyed the place completely.

Even Howard Eisenhower, a level 17 magic-energy professional, was not in good shape.

Li Mochen had not equipped him with a powerful battle suit; Eisenhower could only strip a relatively intact battle suit from the enemy's corpse and put it on. But this level-8 battle suit was of very limited help to him. So at this moment, Eisenhower also had a large amount of blood flowing from his nasal cavity and eardrums, his face pale.

However, this massive explosion, while making everyone present extremely disheveled, also completely blasted open the hard shell of the basement, creating several shockingly large holes in the 7-meter-thick military concrete.

Li Mochen wasted no time; he entered the basement immediately, and the others followed closely behind. They knew there was little time left, perhaps only three to five minutes, and they had to race against the clock.

At this time, there were no living people left in the basement. The impact force from the directional explosion of twelve explosive magic crystals had killed almost everyone inside.

Only the two Outlaws guarding the vault had a few faint traces of breath, but Li Mochen's flying sword soon sent them to hell.

"Whoa!"

Eisenhower let out an exclamation of surprise, his eyes full of envy: "Boss, you really hit the jackpot this time. That Antonio guy actually hid so many good things here."

He saw to the south, gold bricks scattered all over the floor. Each weighed one kilogram (the U.S. 'international standard delivery specification' stipulates gold brick weight: 12.5 kilograms (400 ounces), here adapted to local customs), and there were about a thousand of them.

Then to the north, there were large amounts of cash bundled into brick shapes. It was clear that these high-denomination Gold Shield notes had originally been stacked into several high walls. But under the effect of the shockwave, they were now scattered haphazardly on the floor.

The quantity was also considerable: bundles of 10,000 Gold Shield notes, about six thousand bundles in total.

To the east were bags of drugs, also about seven or eight hundred kilograms, including heroin, methamphetamine, and ketamine, everything you could think of.

As for the west, it was a small arsenal. Although there were no particularly valuable high-level magic-energy equipment, there were very powerful military items, and even some high-level magical creature materials.

"Take everything we can carry—"

Li Mochen first took out several cloth bags: "We only have three minutes!"

"At times like this, boss, your heart isn't soft at all."

Eisenhower's movements were also not slow; with a grab and a pull, he scooped a large number of gold bricks into the cloth bag in his hand.

"This is the Craig Community Bank; the money here isn't just Antonio's, but also deposits from many others."