Chapter 149: The Worries of the High-Ups!

Meanwhile!

Switzerland!

Bernese Highlands!

The seat of the Federal Government.

Rapid footsteps echoed through the corridor.

Finally, they stopped in front of an office door.

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

After checking the ID, the two guards opened the heavy doors for him at once.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man nodded at the two of them and then walked inside.

Upon entering, the space suddenly opened up.

The entire office was decorated in a typical medieval European style, covering at least several hundred square meters; it looked extremely spacious!

The polished marble floor was gleaming and bright.

Footsteps in leather shoes produced a clear, crisp sound upon it.

Above, the circular medieval-style dome was designed with great ingenuity, every detail showcasing a dignified and elegant European aesthetic.

At this moment, behind the desk.

A white-haired old man was intently reading a top-secret document with a white cover, not even glancing at the person who had entered.

Not until the middle-aged man walked right up to him did he ask nonchalantly, "What is it? Has something happened?"

The middle-aged man nodded.

The white-haired old man furrowed his brows slightly and looked up at him: "Have those homeless Frenchmen come to our territory to cause trouble again?"

"It is not the French."

"Then who is it?"

The white-haired old man asked while picking up his coffee cup, leaning back in his chair, and taking a gentle sip.

"A few days ago, a Huaxia man robbed the Royal Mint in Rome and used the printing presses there to print 10 billion Euros, which he distributed 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, that young Huaxia man is called Chu Chen, isn't he?"

"That is correct, it is him."

"What about him?"

"FIS just received news that he has come to Zurich," the middle-aged man replied.

Hearing this, the white-haired old man's brows knitted together tightly, as if he had realized something.

Following that, the middle-aged man continued:

"This guy used an airship to scatter tens of millions of Swiss Enamel over Bahnhofstrasse, triggering a massive riot; because of this, traffic throughout the entire city has come to a standstill."

"Oh?" The white-haired old man raised an eyebrow, set down his coffee cup, and said: "When did this happen?"

"Just an hour ago."

"And then?"

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

"You might not believe it, but this crazy guy actually announced his robbery plan publicly in front of the whole world, and his target for this robbery is none other than our National Bank!"

This statement contained a lot of information.

The moment the middle-aged man finished speaking, the white-haired old man's brows furrowed even tighter.

The next second, with a solemn expression, he picked up the phone lying on the desk, tapped on the first video, and began to watch!

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

First it was confusion, then shock, and finally, it turned into worry!

The next second, after the video finished playing, the white-haired old man slammed the phone face-down onto the desk, while his other hand kept rubbing the stubble on his chin.

"Why would he choose this bank..."

The white-haired old man muttered to himself.

The expression on his face was very complex, as if he were contemplating something.

The middle-aged man thought he was asking him, so he answered decisively:

"It is indeed a bit strange; the money in the National Bank cannot compare to that in private banks, and the gold reserves are not that large either..."

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

At this very moment, all his thoughts were focused on the underground vault of the National Bank.

As a high-ranking official, he was one of the few in this country who knew the secret of the National Bank.

During World War II, the Germans plundered a massive amount of wealth.

The total value exceeded 10 billion US dollars!

This wealth was dispersed by them to all corners of the world.

After the defeat, the Americans learned the exact information about this wealth from a German Lieutenant General and logically took over this windfall.

At the time, they only took out a small portion to return to the original owners.

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

This secret has not been made public to this day, nor can it be.

Because the things involved in this are simply too vast.

Once made public, the consequences would be unimaginable.

This is the reason why the white-haired old man was so concerned about Chu Chen's crime this time.

If this young man were simply looking to rob money, it would be nothing.

But if there is another motive, this matter becomes complicated.

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

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

Following that, he said again: "What is the situation over at the National Bank right now?"

"The Special Weapons and Tactics Team has already gone over, and the situation is temporarily under control, but that guy has not yet appeared."

After pondering for a moment, the white-haired old man said decisively: "Notify the military immediately and have them take over; no matter what, do not let that guy step even half a step into the National Bank..."

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

"Chris... relay my words to Lieutenant General Virgil. If the National Bank suffers losses it should not have suffered while in his hands, he alone will bear all the consequences. Don't blame me for not warning him beforehand. During this time, your FIS must also closely monitor the movements inside and outside the National Bank. No matter what happens, you must report to me at the first opportunity. You must absolutely not lower your guard!"

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

The white-haired old man thought for a moment and asked: "Where is the Bank President right now?"

"Today is the interest settlement day; he should be in his office right now."

"Send people quickly to protect him and his family; do not let any strangers approach them."

"Understood!"

"Go on."

"Yes!"

After the middle-aged man gave a salute, he strode directly out of the office.

Watching his back, the white-haired old man's expression became even more complicated...

At the same time!

Inside the office of the Swiss National Bank Bank President.

The tightly closed blinds.

Plunged the entire room into darkness!

In front of the luxurious oak desk.

A middle-aged white man wearing a suit was smoking nervously.

Thick smoke was continuously exhaled from his mouth, drifting chaotically toward the ceiling.

Perhaps because it was too hot.

Beads of sweat emerged from his forehead, vying to be first.

Some stopped between his brows, while others dripped directly onto the desktop.

"Drip, drip..."

"Hoo!"

After exhaling a puff of smoke, the man raised his hand to loosen his tie.

His expression was somewhat flustered.

The fingers holding the cigarette butt were trembling slightly the whole time.

His gaze looked from time to time at the clock standing not far away, and from time to time at the tightly closed door, as if he were waiting for something!