This Spiritual Energy is Lethal!

Chapter 139: Chapter 139: Blasphemous Dagger

A deep red murderous intent surged toward the four employees behind the counter glass, and Qian Yi, the manager, had been laughing and chatting with the teller just a second before, but in the next second, clutched at his chest.

Any living creature experiences a physiological response called the “freeze response” when in extreme fear, which causes them to instantly stop all movements, not emit any sound, feel ice-cold, and concentrate all their attention on the source of fear.

By the time reason was ultimately eroded by fear, a person’s will would collapse, allowing fear to consume them, leading to reactions like vomiting, paralysis, or incontinence.

Of course, Chen Ke was controlling the intensity; he didn’t want to scare anyone to death, nor could he allow the four people inside the counter to faint before he even rushed in. No matter how fake, he had to make a show with the gun to deceive the mail carriers.

Hall and Chen Ke donned masks, and at the same time, Lucina also wearing a mask burst into the hall from the monitoring room, gripping an MP5 in one hand and hauling two long guns in the other.

“Everybody get down! Get down!” Lucina shouted, tossing the guns to Chen Ke, then kicking the nearby security guard down and stepping on his back.

The security personnel only had batons and stood no chance against Lucina with guns.

“Put your hands on your head and lie on the ground! Do what we say, and no one gets hurt!” Hall picked up his semi-automatic shotgun, aiming at the four employees inside the counter.

They had already been hit by Chen Ke’s murderous intent trigger, so their faces were pale, and their bodies were somewhat unresponsive.

Chen Ke disabled the safety on his modified M16A2 and swiftly ran to the wooden door behind the counter, kicking it open. Raising the gun and shouting, he used the murderous intent trigger once again.

The first to fall was the manager, his face turning purple; Chen Ke really worried if he might be scared to death. He prodded the manager with the butt of his gun, and the man collapsed, foaming at the mouth.

The other three clerks were trembling and huddling behind the counter; one of the female tellers even wet herself, with yellow urine trickling down her black-stockinged thighs under the stool.

Chen Ke frowned and dared not use the murderous intent trigger again; besides, there was not enough murderous intent left, so he simply kicked her into a corner to shiver and cower.

“You, lie on the ground, don’t move,” Chen Ke ordered.

The remaining tellers obediently crawled to the corner and kept silent.

Control of the counter and the monitoring room meant the operation was halfway successful; at least there would be no premature alarm trigger.

Lucina and Hall had already taken control of the civilians outside, including the security officers in the monitoring room. They herded everyone into the office area to sit against the wall. This way, pedestrians outside couldn’t see anything unusual about the bank.

Lucina stood on a table, scanning the controlled crowd to make sure they wouldn’t touch the alarm button, while Hall positioned himself in the hall, hiding in a pillar’s recess to monitor the door, ready to deal immediately with any new customers.

Chen Ke slipped to the front of the vault door, which was as large as a wall; Priskin had already assembled the drilling machine and was installing the final drill bit.

This big drilling machine was the one Chen Ke had seen when he joined the mail carriers, stationed in the room. On a square frame made of iron pipes, a large drill engine was mounted, with a screen displaying the drill bit’s temperature and battery level on the side.

After the bank came to a standstill, a 5-minute countdown began, and S.W.A.T would notice the small bank’s anomaly within 5 minutes and take another 5 minutes to arrive.

Chen Ke and his team had only 10 minutes.

The drill bit aimed right under the vault door’s iron handle, Priskin gave Chen Ke a thumbs-up, and then pushed the switch.

The bank suddenly filled with the noisy sound of the drilling machine, which was almost unbearable for Chen Ke standing by, like some rodent gnawing furiously.

“That sound is really grating… How long will it take to open this door?” Chen Ke covered his ears.

“If nothing goes wrong, about 4 minutes should be enough, but if the drill bit overheats or breaks, it’ll take more time,” Priskin said helplessly.

“Let’s just pray it doesn’t break,” Chen Ke sighed.

“Who’s going to check the zip line above?” Hall asked through the walkie-talkie.

“I’ll go,” Chen Ke replied, climbing to the bank’s roof through the small passageway of the monitoring room. The bank was only one story, and the zipline was set up next to the electrical box, sliding directly into the alley between the opposite residential buildings. Behind a low wall, two cars were parked.

He tugged at the zipline, feeling sturdy, with a height of about 7 meters from the ground, but it could only support one person sliding across at a time, not counting the weight of the money bags.

Across the street, a small store had a diesel generator out front, its noise far outstripping the drill, which reassured Chen Ke a great deal.

He turned to go downstairs, returning to the drill. The bank was well controlled; aside from the noise of the drill, the rest of the people were quietly curled up in the corners.

Lucina looked at Chen Ke and gestured for him to come over; he had thought she would say something, but she turned her back to him, asking him to open the large backpack on his back.

Chen Ke took out a dozen rolled-up dark blue cylindrical cloth bags from the backpack—those were for wrapping the money. Once masked, members would not call each other by name to avoid leaving evidence and exposing their tracks.

He slung the M16 across his waist, carrying a large pile of money bags toward the vault door. As he turned around, Lucina hammered Chen Ke’s shoulder with her left hand.

Chen Ke turned his head to look at Lucina, but she did not want to pay him any attention.

“Good news, it’s drilled through,” Priskin said to Chen Ke as he approached, and he began to disassemble the drill rig.

“It’s really rare for there to be no accidents,” Chen Ke said joyfully.

“It took 3 minutes and 42 seconds, the quickest one yet,” Priskin said with a smile.

Together they pulled open the heavy door to the vault, the thick iron door creaking as they did so. Inside the vault, shelves were stacked with bundles of cash, three walls were lined with safety deposit boxes, and the table in the small room to the side was piled with boxes of coins.

“Someone come wrap up the cash.” Priskin said as he had many more important things to do. He propped the Babayaga against the wall, walked out of the vault, and brought in someone with a circular saw from outside.

Hall followed him in, rubbing his hands as he looked at the money on the shelves, shaking his head, saying, “Shame there were no gold bars.”

“Gold is harder to launder than cash,” Priskin said with a laugh.

Hall picked up the bag Chen Ke had brought and started stuffing bundles of cash into it.

Chen Ke took out Parchi’s key and searched for safety deposit box number 209. From top to bottom, from left to right, he finally found the small box on the right wall.

He inserted the key into the lock, turning it gently for fear of breaking the key, while the sound of metal being cut filled his ears as Priskin used the circular saw to cut open the doors of the other safety deposit boxes.

“Creak, creak…” As Chen Ke opened the door of box number 209, he found an envelope made of kraft paper inside.

He took out the envelope and felt a small, hard bulge inside, roughly the size and thickness of an adult’s thumb—very much like the Holy Diamond…

“What is that?” Priskin asked curiously, with Hall also leaning in to see.

Chen Ke tore open the envelope and tipped it into his hand, revealing a small Holy Diamond that fell into his palm.

“Is this… a Holy Relic? Just to hide one Holy Relic?” Hall said in disbelief.

Chen Ke frowned slightly. He hadn’t seen many Holy Relics, but even so, he was certain that this particular Holy Diamond was different; it emitted a faint green glow in his hand, a color he had never seen before.

Chen Ke wanted to consume some of his lifespan to identify it, after all, just a glance, without summoning it, Hall and Priskin wouldn’t know.

But no matter how hard he concentrated, he couldn’t bring up the information box like he could with other Holy Relics.

Then, a line of small characters appeared in the corner of his eye:

“Insufficient lifespan, cannot identify.”

Chen Ke was startled. Generally speaking, identifying a Holy Relic only consumed about 20 minutes of lifespan. He had 10 hours left, and it was telling him that wasn’t enough?

“Give me that, I’ll mix it in with the money,” Hall extended his hand.

Chen Ke hesitated for a moment, then looked at Hall and nodded.

Chen Ke stuffed the tiny diamond back into the envelope and handed it to Hall, who rolled up the envelope, tossed it into the bag full of money, and took out a marker to dab some color on the zipper.

“6 minutes gone, guys, pick up the pace,” Lucina’s voice came through the earpiece.

Hall and Priskin continued to work busily, while Chen Ke’s gaze fell upon a cylindrical bag nearby.

He circumvented the shelves stacked with bundles of cash and pulled open one of the cylindrical bags. Inside, it was filled with diamonds, and Chen Ke was initially startled, but then he calmed down—they were just artificially polished stones. At first, he thought they were all Holy Relics.

He opened several cylindrical bags in a row, all filled with diamonds, none of any value to Chen Ke.

In fact, diamonds themselves are just a kind of worthless stone. They are not rare, and because of their high hardness, they can’t be used as raw materials. However, with the vanity of women and the deliberate effort of capital forces, these sparkling stones, when matched with just a copper ring, could sell at sky-high prices.

“Chen Ke, help with the money packing, S.W.A.T. should be on their way!” Hall urged.

Chen Ke responded and turned to the nearest shelf; his gun was too long, and as he turned, it knocked a cylindrical bag off the table, and the diamonds spilled out.

He looked down at the scattered diamonds on the ground, spotting a few that glowed orange. His eyes lit up as he bent down to pick one up and examined it closely.

This orange diamond was a Holy Relic that had already been identified, and as the information box appeared in his vision, Chen Ke took a sharp breath.

Blasphemous Dagger!