Chapter 149: Concerns From the Top Management!

At the same time!

Ruishi!

Bern Highlands!

The seat of the federal government.

The hurried footsteps passed through the corridor.

Finally stopped in front of an office door.

Then, a middle-aged white man in a suit took out a black ID from his pocket and showed it to the guard at the door.

After looking at the ID, the two guards immediately opened the door for him.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man nodded at the two and walked in.

After entering the door, the space suddenly opened up.

The decoration style of the entire office is a typical medieval European style, with an area of ​​at least several hundred square meters, which looks very spacious!

The marble floor is decorated with fine decoration, shining and shiny.

Walking on it with leather shoes will make a clear and audible crisp sound.

Above, the circular medieval dome is very cleverly designed, and every detail shows the dignified and elegant European aesthetics.

At this moment, inside the desk.

A white-haired old man is carefully reading a top-secret document with a white cover, without even looking at anyone.

It was not until the middle-aged man walked all the way to him that he asked casually: "What? What happened?"

The middle-aged man nodded.

The white-haired old man frowned slightly and looked up at him: "Those homeless foreigners came to our territory to make trouble again?"

"Not the French."

"Who is it?"

While asking, the white-haired old man picked up the coffee cup, leaned back on the chair, and took a sip.

"A few days ago, a Chinese robbed the Royal Banknote Printing Factory in Rome and used the printing machine there to print 10 billion euros and distributed it to the poor in the city... Sir, you should have heard of this news, right?"

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, the white-haired old man nodded: "Of course. If I remember correctly, the young Chinese man seems to be called Chu Chen, right?"

"Yes, it's him."

"What happened to him?"

"FIS just got the news that he came to Zurich." The middle-aged man replied.

Hearing this, the white-haired old man frowned, as if he realized something.

Then, the middle-aged man continued:

"This guy used an airship to sprinkle tens of millions of Swiss enamels on Bahnhofstrasse, causing a huge riot. For this reason, the traffic in the whole city was stopped."

"Oh?" The white-haired old man raised his eyebrows, put down the coffee cup and said, "When did it happen?"

"Just an hour ago."

"Then what?"

Looking at the white-haired old man, the middle-aged man let out a long breath, and then immediately took out a mobile phone from his suit pocket and put it in front of him:

"You may not believe it, this crazy guy actually disclosed his robbery plan in front of the whole world, and his target of robbery this time is our national bank!"

This sentence contains a lot of information.

The moment the middle-aged man finished speaking, the white-haired old man frowned even more.

The next second, he solemnly picked up the mobile phone on the table, clicked on the first video on it, and watched it!

When he watched the video, the middle-aged man standing opposite him could clearly see the changes in the expression of the white-haired old man.

First, he was confused, then shocked, and finally worried!

The next second, after the video ended, the white-haired old man directly put his mobile phone on the table, and his other hand kept stroking the stubble on his chin.

"Why did he choose this bank..."

The white-haired old man said to himself.

The expression on his face was very complicated, as if he was thinking about something.

The middle-aged man thought he was asking himself, and answered decisively:

"It's really a bit strange. The money in the national bank is not as good as those private banks, and the gold reserves are not much..."

The white-haired old man was not listening to him at all.

At this moment, all his thoughts were in the underground vault of the national bank.

As a senior official, he was one of the few senior officials in this country who knew the secrets of the national bank.

The people of the country during World War II plundered a lot of wealth.

The total value exceeded 10 billion US dollars!

These riches were scattered all over the world.

After the defeat, Lao Mi learned the exact information of these riches from a lieutenant general of the army, and took over the windfall naturally.

At that time, they only took out a small part and returned it to the original owner.

The rest was hidden in the underground vault of the Swiss National Bank.

This secret has not been made public until today, and it cannot be made public.

Because there are too many things involved.

Once it is made public, the consequences will be disastrous.

This is why the white-haired old man cares so much about Chu Chen's crime.

If this young man just wants to rob money, it's nothing.

But if he has other intentions, this matter will be complicated.

Seeing that he has not spoken all the time, the middle-aged man spoke again: "Sir?"

Hearing this, the white-haired old man came back to his senses: "Well..."

Then he said: "What is the situation at the National Bank now?"

"The SWAT team has gone there, and the situation is temporarily under control, but that guy has not shown up yet."

After thinking for a moment, the white-haired old man said decisively: "Notify the military immediately and let them take over. No matter what, don't let that guy step into the National Bank..."

After speaking, he slowly stood up and walked to the window, leaving only the back of the middle-aged man:

"Chris... Tell Lieutenant General Virgil what I said. If the National Bank suffers losses that it shouldn't suffer in his hands, all the consequences will be borne by him alone. Don't blame me for not reminding him in advance. During this period, you FIS should also closely monitor the movements inside and outside the National Bank. No matter what happens, you must report to me as soon as possible. Don't take it lightly!"

"Understood... Sir, do you have any other instructions?"

The white-haired old man thought for a while and asked: "Where is the president now?"

"Today is the interest payment day, he should be in his office now."

"Hurry up and send someone to protect him and his family. Don't let any strangers approach them."

"Understood!"

"Go down."

"Yes!"

After the middle-aged man saluted, he strode out of the office directly.

Looking at his back, the expression of the white-haired old man became more complicated...

...

At the same time!

In the office of the president of Swiss National Bank.

The closed blinds.

The whole room was plunged into darkness!

In front of the luxurious oak desk.

A middle-aged white man in a suit was smoking anxiously.

Dense smoke kept coming out of his mouth and drifting towards the ceiling.

Maybe it was too hot.

Drops of sweat rushed out of his forehead.

Some stopped between the eyebrows, and some would drip directly onto the table.

"Pah, pah..."

"Huh!"

After exhaling a puff of smoke, the man raised his hand and loosened his tie.

He looked a little flustered.

The fingers holding the cigarette butt were trembling slightly.

Sometimes he looked at the clock standing not far away, and sometimes at the closed door, as if waiting for something!