Although Qin Yu has considered that the Federal Reserve will attach great importance to this gold theft case, he still underestimated the seriousness of the matter.

At around 3 a.m., in the underground conference room of the Federal Reserve Bank of New York

Although it was not dawn, many bank executives had arrived.

Ratal Joseph, the general manager of the New York Bank, hurried into the conference room. He left home after receiving the notice. Being awakened from the bed should have made him very angry, but at this moment, he felt a chill in his heart, and even felt a hint of chill in the air. The New York Federal Reserve Bank's vault was snatched away. He always thought that this plot would only be performed in Hollywood movies famous for their whimsicality. Or maybe he had only dreamed of it in a nightmare on a deep night.

However, now, this nightmare has come true, which makes him feel helpless after experiencing the storm. He has never considered that this kind of thing will happen, so he has no idea how to deal with it.

However, on the surface, he still habitually showed a confident expression, so that when he walked into the conference room, other executives thought they had finally had a savior.

"Thank God, you finally come Mr. Joseph." Everyone stood up one after another, and Joseph waved his hand and signaled everyone to sit down, "So what did you send? Why did our vault get snatched? I remember the designers who designed the vault at the beginning said that this vault would never be snatched, right? Even the army could not take away a child from it."

The executives all looked strange, but no one said anything.

"So who did it? What technology was used?" Joseph continued to ask.

An executive whispered, "In fact, there are only four people, and they don't use any high-tech, it's more magic than technology."

"Magic?" Joseph was so angry that he said, "Do you want to tell me that Superman and Batman are involved? You guys have seen too much magic?"

However, the executives immediately took out the surveillance video. When Joseph finished watching the video, he finally couldn't laugh, and his lips twitched, "What a hell, it's really magic..."

His face was very gloomy. After a while, a trace of doubt emerged in his heart. Could these guys join forces to trick him with special effects videos?

But he immediately rejected this possibility. These guys don’t have the courage to do so, and this approach is really unrealistic.

But if it is really magic, then this matter is obviously beyond his control. He can deal with the flying thieves and can deal with gangsters. Even government officials, spies and agents have a way to settle it. But magicians? These days, there are really strange things. Feilong appeared in the world a few days ago. Now the magician is coming out again. Are humans going to return to the era of swords and magic?

He thought in a mess. After a moment of silence, the executives around him finally couldn't help asking, "So what should we do with the boss?"

Joseph calmed down and the most urgent task was to deal with the current difficulties, "What should I do? First of all, block the news and never let this matter be leaked. All those who know about this matter must immediately conduct special training on confidentiality regulations. Sam, you are responsible for handling it."

"In addition, the gunman was sent to guard the vault for the time being to keep them in the vault to avoid any further invasion, but this is obviously not a long-term solution, so Mike went to find the designers of the vault and asked them to find ways to fill in the loopholes.

Henry, after the meeting, you go back to the headquarters immediately, report this matter to the superiors and ask the superiors to send someone to come."

The last sentence is squeezed out. Once such a thing is reported, it means that they have lost the ability to control the situation and will be considered by the superiors to lack ability. No one in charge will do this unless it is impossible. But at this time, it is no longer the time to protect their face.

Six hours later, just as Qin Yu and others were wandering around the streets of New York City, a meeting was held in the conference room of the Federal Reserve Bank of New York.

This time all the executives arrived and filled the entire hall. Not only that, there was a special investigator sent from the headquarters.

A huge conference room was filled with senior executives of the New York Bank. Everyone was grim and solemn, but no one said anything. Even Joseph, who had prepared a lot of words, didn't know what to say, but he was the person in charge here, and no matter how at a loss, he could only speak with a stingy forehead.

"First welcome Mr. John Smith, a special investigator from the headquarters."

This is obviously not the real name. John Smith is basically the same as a name like Wang Xiaoming in English culture. It is a common name, but because of this, it is often used as a pseudonym, but no one here dares to ask questions about it.

The investigator named John Smith looked like a 'man in black', wearing a black suit and sunglasses, with black hair and shiny hair, very neatly cared for, and looked at the important task of present without expression.

Joseph swallowed with difficulty, "I think everyone should know that this time the matter is very serious. Although two tons of gold is not too much, the problems reflected behind it are very troublesome. Our Federal Reserve's vault has not been stolen for two hundred years. If someone knows that our vault has been robbed, the loss of credibility will be very serious.

Moreover, since the other party can grab it once, it can grab it the second time. This time I robbed two tons, who knows how many I can grab it next time, we must eliminate this danger. The best way to remove the danger is to find this criminal. Given that the robbers used techniques and means that we cannot understand this time, we can only ask the headquarters to send someone to help."

Everyone looked at John Smith, as if they were looking forward to the other party giving an answer, John Smith still remained expressionless.

He glanced at everyone present, "You can all leave and continue your daily work. There is nothing you can do here."

"Sir Joseph, stay."

Ah Joseph was a little surprised, but the others left the conference room as if they were amnesty.

Smith looked at Joseph and said expressionlessly, "You have dealt with it very well. We must first ensure the safety of the vault. As for the people who steal the gold, our experts will arrive immediately and they will deal with it."

Expert? Joseph was a little surprised and thought that the headquarters is so powerful and there are experts in handling magic matters?

Soon the ‘experts’ entered the conference room, but Joseph immediately discovered that the two experts did not seem to be from the Federal Reserve, because the way they greeted Smith was very casual, and they were obviously not familiar with each other. The older ones were in their forties and looked calm, while the young ones should be about thirty, which seemed a little out of the way.

"So now you can tell us what happened to you?" asked the older agent.

Smith nodded at Joseph, and Joseph roughly told the story.

The two of them listened very carefully and would ask one or two questions from time to time. When they finished speaking, they walked aside and muttered.

"Did they send them from the superior?" Joseph couldn't help asking Smith.

"To be precise, they are not our people, but agents sent by the government."

"Agent sent by the government?fbi?cia?"

At this time, the two people on the other side had already finished muttering, "We are the SDR Supernatural Defense Countermeasures Strategy Bureau."

Joseph shook his head, "I have never heard of this name?"

"You shouldn't have heard of it. We are mainly responsible for supernatural crime cases. This kind of thing is very rare, but it is not without it. For example, what you encountered this time, from your description, it obviously falls into the category of superpower crimes. Can you show us the video?"

Joseph nodded and asked someone to call out the surveillance video.

The two continued to watch the video. In the picture, it was the image of the vault. Soon, a black figure suddenly emerged from the ground.

Joseph didn't seem surprised by the two agents.

Immediately afterwards, the man in black robes opened a golden portal and released three other men in black robes. Then the four began to carry gold. Everything was done without a sound.

"Is there no recording?" asked the elderly agent in his forties.

Joseph shook his head, "Only camera."

The picture continued, and soon the gold bricks were finished. Four people entered the portal, and one of them was hit in the foot, which made the young agent laugh, but the older agent frowned.

Soon the portal disappeared.

"Is it him?" asked the young agent next to him?

The older agent frowned and thought for a while, but nodded, "Yes, it should be him."

"Didn't that mean that person always acts alone?"

"The other few may be his newly recruited subordinates. That teleportation magic is definitely not wrong."

Joseph next to him couldn't help it, "Who are you talking about?"

"It's nothing to say it. Not long ago, a mysterious magician appeared in New York City. He called himself the Guardian of Darkness, proclaiming that he would bring new order to the world.

Does it sound funny? But his magic is real. He has powerful mysterious power and can do many amazing things. And he seems to be performing some mysterious ritual. This ritual is obviously not a good thing. We had two conflicts with him and lost a lot of people. We also made him suffer some losses. Unfortunately, he was run away in the end because he mastered a unique teleportation magic that could open a golden portal, exactly like in this video. He also liked to wear black robes, so it was probably just that he was right."

Dark Guardian!? Joseph chewed on this name, which sounded a bit like a name in a fantasy story. Joseph still remembered that when he went to school, there were a few geek classmates who liked to play with the Dungeons and Dragons, and there were similar names inside.

"So how do we prevent this from happening again? I mean, will he come and steal gold again?"

"It's hard to say that all his actions are obviously for his plan. If the gold he took was enough, he wouldn't come again, but if it wasn't enough, he would probably show up again, so if it didn't mind, we hope to arrange some ambush devices in your vault."

But Joseph looked at Smith. He had no right to let someone enter the vault to set up traps or something.

Smith shook his head: "I'm afraid it's impossible for you to do this. We will cooperate with your actions, but the vault is a very important asset. We must give priority to ensuring the security of the vault."

"That's a pity." said the older agent, "but I still thank you for your cooperation. I hope you don't leak information about the Dark Guardian."

Smith shook hands with the older agent: "We won't leak it, and we hope that the two can keep information about bank theft."

"Of course." said the elderly agent, leaving with the young agent.

"Why don't you fight for it anymore? We can use our authority to ask them to cooperate." said the young agent.

The older agent glanced at the young agent: "The Fed doesn't care about our rights. If they don't want to cooperate, it will be useless even if the president comes, and the Dark Guardians shouldn't come again."

"Why?"

"With the power of the Dark Guardian, he doesn't have to care about the guards with guns. If he wants, he can kill all the guards and loot the vaults.

Since he didn't do this, it means that he only needs a certain amount of gold, and now he has got what he wants.

Whatever his evil ritual is, it is obvious that it will be further promoted next, so we must do our best to keep everyone in the bureau busy, and we must find him before he starts his evil plan."

at the same time

Qin Yu didn't know that his own blame was being held on others.

He is shopping in Times Square now.

As he walked, he suddenly noticed a situation that surprised him, stopped and looked at somewhere in surprise.

"Qin Yu, why don't you leave?" Qi Jianfei asked strangely.

Qin Yu pointed not far away, and the three of them looked towards Qin Yu's eyes. It was a cafe, but it was not an ordinary cafe. The name of this cafe is Hero Cafe, which is exactly the same as the cafe run by Stanley in the game.

Not only is the same name, but the decoration design is exactly the same, and it looks like it is carved from the same mold, which is a bit strange.

"My God, Hero Cafe? What's the situation? Isn't this the cafe in the game?" Liu Wei shouted in surprise.

The game's birthplace is Times Square, and almost always encounters that hero cafe. It is also a landmark place in the Marvel Universe. I didn't expect to encounter it in reality.

Qin Yu was not very surprised. There may be many explanations. Maybe he used to refer to the real store when making the game. It may be just a coincidence, or maybe it was opened by a game enthusiast himself. If that were the case, it would be interesting.
Chapter completed!