This Spiritual Energy is Lethal!

Chapter 140: Chapter 140: Scattering Money in a Mad Dash

“Forget about these diamonds, pack the money fast, we need to pull out!” Hall threw a bag of money to Chen Ke, gesturing for him to carry it to the rooftop.

Priskin used a circular saw to cut open a dozen safes, and both of the spare blades were now junk, all filled with worthless trinkets inside.

Hall packed eight bags of money, each one stuffed full, while Priskin stopped what he was doing, rushed over to the office area to take over Lucina’s job. Lucina dashed out of the bank’s main entrance, sprinting across the street to the getaway car.

“Slide the money from the rooftop down to the getaway car with a zip line,” Hall said.

Chen Ke picked up several orange Holy Diamonds and pocketed them, then shouldered a bag of money and took one more in each hand, running towards the rooftop.

As he reached the rooftop, he saw several SWAT vehicles speeding towards the bank in the distance.

“Guys, they’re here,” Chen Ke warned over the radio, as he hooked the bags of money onto the zip line.

Bag by bag, the money slid across the street where Lucina unloaded them and stuffed them into the back seats and trunks of their two cars. Hall didn’t forget to remind Lucina that the bags with colored zippers contained what they were after.

Distant sirens reached Chen Ke’s ears as three black SWAT vans, accompanied by six police cars, completely sealed off the street in front of the bank. The SWAT officers in black tactical gear set up spike strips at the intersection and used the vans to create a blockade.

Chen Ke crouched on the edge of the rooftop, watching a line of individuals using the vehicles for cover, firing tear gas grenades into the bank with grenade launchers.

These guys were definitely not SWAT; the tactical officers wouldn’t launch an assault without regard for the hostages’ safety, clearly not caring about the civilians inside the bank.

Seven or eight tear gas grenades shattered the windows, spinning on the floor and releasing yellow smoke. Through the skylight, Chen Ke saw the first-floor lobby quickly filling with smoke.

“They’re throwing tear gas, my God, they don’t care if they choke the civilians to death,” Priskin exclaimed in surprise from the first-floor lobby.

“They’re not SWAT, I bet,” Chen Ke shook his head.

The tactical officers surrounded the bank, with some even flanking around from the parking lot to the side, setting up ladders to the roof. Chen Ke raised his gun and killed the first officer to climb onto the rooftop.

The M16A2 set to three-round burst was powerful and had been modified by Priskin. Even with their bulletproof vests, receiving three shots straight to the chest at a 30-meter range would leave the officers either dead or severely wounded.

After Chen Ke opened fire, the situation changed. Now that he had revealed his location, over a dozen assault rifles focused fire on Chen Ke’s position.

Chen Ke lay on the rooftop, shot to the point he couldn’t raise his head. He crawled forward a bit to avoid the flying debris.

Back on the first floor, Priskin and Hall began returning fire. The Babayaga roared as Hall surprisingly pulled out a hand grenade and hurled it.

The grenade flew through the broken entrance and rolled to the opposite side of the street. The enemies who had been shooting at Chen Ke immediately retracted their guns and dove for cover.

The fire from across the street was temporarily suppressed, allowing Chen Ke a moment to breathe.

He lifted his head, quickly assessing the situation below; more police cars and SWAT vans were heading their way.

“We’ve got to go, we can’t outlast them, more are coming,” Chen Ke said.

Lucina was already sitting in the car, temporarily unnoticed. Chen Ke had already transported nine bags of money over to her before the County Police arrived. She sat in the car waiting for the three of them to evacuate together.

Hall and Priskin made it to the rooftop, each carrying a bag of money, with Hall holding another one in his hands.

He tossed the bag to Chen Ke and pulled out a handheld hook for the zip line.

“Slide over from up here,” Hall said.

The escape vehicle was parked behind a low wall, which perfectly blocked the view of the County Police. Both cars were parked behind the small shops opposite to the bank street.

“There are too many people below. If you slide over from above, you’ll get shot into a sieve halfway through!” Chen Ke said.

“I was prepared!” Hall pulled out three smoke grenades from his pocket.

Chen Ke suddenly remembered that, indeed, he had seen Hall pack a bag of grenades before they left…

“Only three?” Priskin asked.

“Three is enough. If we’re fast enough, the zip line can only handle one at a time. I’ll throw the grenades, then you slide over,” Hall told Chen Ke.

Chen Ke shook his head, took the smoke grenades from Hall, and said, “I’m a precise shooter. You guys go first. I can ensure you won’t get shot up halfway.”

“Alright,” Hall nodded, waiting for Chen Ke’s signal.

Chen Ke pulled the pins from the smoke grenades and threw them down the building. Green smoke quickly spread, concealing the bank’s entrance in thick clouds.

“Green? Why is it green?” Priskin asked.

“Don’t worry about it, just go,” Chen Ke urged.

Priskin also took out a handheld zip line hook, attached it to the line, and jumped from the rooftop.

Chen Ke threw another smoke grenade, and then he and Hall covered Priskin with suppressive fire. Beneath the smoke’s cover, Priskin, carrying the money, safely descended to the other side.

“Can this rope handle that much weight?” Chen Ke looked at the zip line’s anchor point with concern. Priskin’s load with the money must have been around 200 pounds; it was a miracle that the zip line didn’t snap the first time.

“No problem, I’m going over!” Hall said as he handed Chen Ke a hook and then attached his own to leap off the rooftop.

Chen Ke threw the last smoke grenade. A 100-meter radius was now covered in green smoke. He saw a blue gleam in his eyes and spotted a human silhouette on the opposite rooftop aiming at Hall.

Chen Ke raised his gun and fired. He switched to single-shot mode, and one bullet hit the SWAT team member in the abdomen, knocking him off the rooftop. Like a falling tomato, he smashed onto the ground, a splash of blood.

There was a brief lull around him; swearing under his breath, Chen Ke attached the hook and leapt off the rooftop.

The short distance of just over 20 meters suddenly seemed incredibly long. As Chen Ke, carrying the money bag, slid down through mid-air, his long gun was useless in his hands.

Suddenly, a bullet struck the money bag on his back, and Chen Ke was spun around by the inertia of the bullet, scattering banknotes like snowflakes through the air.

With a loud bang, the zip line’s anchor finally gave way under the weight. Chen Ke fell flat on his back, just three meters above the ground.

“Rua!” Chen Ke grunted as he hit the ground, but quickly forced himself to get up.

“What happened, Chen Ke?” Lucina and Hall’s voices came through the earpiece.

“I was shot down…” Chen Ke replied, as a surge of killing intent swelled from all around him, his life timer reaching its limit, and in the midst of the green smoke, all he saw were red human silhouettes.

Kill Trigger!

This time, Chen Ke released all his killing intent without reservation, temporarily incapacitating the six SWAT officers nearby.

The more ruthless you are, the harder you are to scare. If he had released that killing intent in the bank earlier, some might have already died.

The killing intent aiming at Chen Ke came to an abrupt halt. Only these six had found him in the smoke. He shot and killed the nearest one, then ran wildly, with banknotes flying from the torn money bag behind him.