Carrying a Jurassic on me
Chapter 1676 - 795: Grand Celebration in 6 Cities_2

Chapter 1676: Chapter 795: Grand Celebration in 6 Cities_2

The two quickly finished packing up the jewelry. No.1 Coolie cradled a pile of carefully selected, particularly exquisite pieces and headed outside. "You keep an eye on them while they work. Do a good job. Isn’t the hadrosaur still eating? Once they’re done, go ahead and give them some extra food!"

The laborers doing the work were all in lower positions—no skills, not too bright, and even struggling with Base Language, so all they could do was grunt work. The hadrosaur that accidentally wandered into the base perimeter was a good twenty meters long, with pure meat weighing several tons. Yet, the low-ranking laborers could only eat scraps and trimmings, never getting a chance to taste the good meat.

The base was not short on food, but that was just No.1 Coolie’s way of managing things. Otherwise, if everyone were treated the same, who would bother working hard to climb the ranking system?

No.1 Coolie went back inside and quickly dismantled the priceless jewelry piece by piece without a shred of hesitation. He didn’t fear the big boss causing trouble either—he knew perfectly well the boss probably didn’t care much about these items. As long as he could present something that satisfied the boss, a few pieces of jewelry—or even dismantling the warehouse—wouldn’t affect his steadily rising status.

After all, though the jewelry was exquisite, they were ultimately useless. With a record like No.1 Coolie’s, he was well aware that stolen goods weren’t easy to use out in the open. Inside the base, they were nothing but decoration. So his next step was simple: redesign and fabricate something new based on their shapes.

...

"Boom!"

Inside the largest bank in Tusang City, America, came a muffled explosion.

All the vehicles parked along the roadside that night, coupled with the alarms going off inside the bank, created a cacophony heard across the city.

"Boom..."

Another explosion followed. Amid the wailing sirens that filled the city, it almost wasn’t remarkable. Yet anyone who heard that rumble reacted like ants on a hot pan, frantically calling on various communication devices to ask where the problem was.

Soon, everyone had their answer—the second-largest bank wasn’t spared either!

Crash...

The bank’s highly praised bulletproof glass, supposedly strong enough to withstand a meteorite impact, was shattered with a hammer, leaving a gaping hole. A figure stepped inside casually and began clearing out the place.

This was a bank in Hualeishi City, and in no time, it met the same fate as the two banks in Tusang City...

...

That night turned out to be a golden opportunity for journalists. A handful of night owls were lucky enough to hit the jackpot. Helen Laurence, a reporter for the Fresno City News, was one of the fortunate few.

As a woman—and a notably attractive one—Helen Laurence wasn’t someone who’d easily let late-night shifts ruin her looks. But she’d been rather unlucky lately, with the paper’s new editor-in-chief being a lecherous old man who kept dropping subtle hints that relaxing her waistband would lead to a promotion.

The thought of that filthy pervert’s hypocritical facade made Helen gag. Caught in a dilemma over whether to transfer to another paper, she hadn’t slept well for two days.

In her daze, news about the Tusang City heist played on the TV, barely rousing her out of her stupor.

It really was a bad day for the banks—there’d been a major heist in the afternoon, and now another one at night? Did the robbers plan a party or something, robbing banks as a celebration?

Still, her colleagues in Tusang City were undeniably lucky. With this kind of story, who knew how many articles they could churn out for the papers?

Helen drifted off in her idle musings, listening to the same tiresome cycle: concern over public safety, criticism of the police for failing to maintain order, complaints aimed at the local government, and indignation directed at the upper class. Before long, she started nodding off again.

But tonight, sleep wasn’t in the cards for her. The TV screen abruptly switched to another robbery scene.

From that moment on, Helen Laurence was wide awake. She stared blankly at the succession of crime scenes—all different in time and place but identical in execution and outcome—and felt utterly dumbfounded.

Helen began frantically switching news channels, hoping to find something new. But reality had her at a loss—all the stories were eerily true.

Was today April Fool’s Day?

Had Heaven forsaken America? Was this the beginning of its demise?

In less than one night, five cities had suffered the same tragic fate at twelve different banks.

As she kept watching, a spark went off in Helen’s mind. Springing off the sofa, she ignored the fact that she was wearing nothing but a nightgown, raced to her study, grabbed a map, and began tracing wavy lines with a pen while replaying the news in her head...

Staring at the line she’d drawn, she fell deep into thought.

A moment later, she grabbed the phone and dialed her photographer assistant. After hastily tidying up, she slipped into a sharp professional outfit, grabbed a shoulder bag, and dashed out wearing high heels.

Meeting up with her assistant, she brushed off the complaints and directed him to a wide avenue.

After ordering her grumbling assistant to set up the camera, Helen touched up her makeup and fixated on the bank across the street, a look of nervous anticipation on her face.

The reason for her unease was the tiny pang of guilty excitement bubbling within her...