Chapter 1: Young Eagle

  Switzerland, a beautiful and charming country, is the most diversified and inclusive nation in the world. It has four language regions with different cultural traditions, each closely linked to neighboring countries' cultures. However, this diversity has not brought any discord to the country; instead, various cultures have blended together to become one of Switzerland's defining features.

  And our story begins in this beautiful country.

  The headquarters of the Swiss Bank in Zurich is located on Bahnhofstrasse in the heart of Zurich, just two intersections away from the famous Bahnhofstrasse. It is a medieval old building that has been well-maintained and still retains much of its original appearance. The low-key three-story building appears to be somewhat incongruous with the prestigious title of Swiss Bank when viewed from the outside, but only by stepping inside can one appreciate the luxurious interior design that matches the bank's illustrious reputation. Many people who have visited once have subsequently ranked it as the most luxurious bank they have ever seen in their lifetime.

  This legendary bank, which does not intend to become a financial supermarket like Citibank and HSBC, has private wealth management as its core business, which is also a tradition in the Swiss banking industry. Therefore, luxury is not only a manifestation of one's identity but also a respect for noble customers.

  At this time, at the entrance of the Zurich headquarters of a Swiss bank, a young Asian man in his twenties was standing and taking pictures with his camera non-stop. Two guards wearing neat uniforms were standing on both sides of the gate.

  He put down the camera and walked through the gate, and in front of him was a bright, semi-circular roof with medieval European murals painted in gold, showing extraordinary elegance. A huge crystal chandelier hung from the center of the semi-circular roof, and the natural marble floor shone brightly. On the walls were many oil paintings that the boy couldn't name, but they were obviously extraordinary works. All the decorations were top-notch, giving the boy a feeling that he had arrived not at a bank, but at a museum.

  After the boy entered, a woman in a black professional suit, white shirt, blonde hair and green eyes, with a full figure, welcomed him. She was the manager of this hall. After sizing up the boy from head to toe, a professional and pleasant smile appeared on her face.

  The boy's name was Ding Xuan Cheng, a third-year student at a top university. He used his vacation time to travel abroad and broaden his horizons. His seven-point pants, white T-shirt, 1.8-meter height, bronze-colored skin and robust physique, which were formed through long-term exercise, gave the manager of Ruiyin Hall a very good first impression of Ding Xuan Cheng.

  "Hello sir, what business can I help you with?" asked the bank manager politely.

  "Take the money." Ding Xuan Cheng smiled slightly, very gentlemanly.

  "Please come this way." The bank manager nodded and led the way, taking Ding Xuan to a special place for small cash withdrawals. In Switzerland, where there are more banks than people, most areas no longer use cash for consumption, but for foreigners like Ding Xuan, it's convenient to have some spare change on hand. As a result, in the spacious withdrawal hall, there were only a few people scattered about.

  In the spacious hall, two rows of chairs were arranged, with three people sitting on them. In the front row, a young man with a backpack was dozing off, seemingly here to rest, and next to him was an elderly white-haired old man.

  The man sitting in the back row was robust, with a sturdy skeleton, and his two hands were like iron pliers gripping the newspaper. He looked like a typical white person, seemingly focused on reading the paper, but Ding Xuan found that the man's eyes kept glancing at one place, which caught his attention.

  The man's hands were extremely large, with thick palms, and a thick layer of calluses on the tiger's mouth between his thumb and index finger. The more Ding Xuan Cheng looked at it, the more shocked he became. This was a pair of hands that were 100% suitable for shooting. The huge palm could maintain stability when holding a gun, while the thickness of the palm represented the strength to withstand the recoil force after shooting, which was an advantage over people with smaller palms. The thick calluses further proved this aspect of grinding, and the calluses grew in that position only appeared on the body of a shooter.

  In the shortest time, Ding Xuan Cheng had determined the danger of his opponent. In his view, this man was not a professional soldier, but a legendary mercenary. What he came to Ruiyin for was unknown.

  After thinking clearly about everything, Ding Xuan Cheng involuntarily pulled the distance between them a little further apart. Out of instinct, the man sensed something unusual about Ding Xuan Cheng and looked over at him.

  His gaze drifted elsewhere, feigning nonchalance, but the other party's vigilant eyes made Ding Xuan feel somewhat tense.

  After sweeping his gaze, the man confirmed that Ding Xuan had no place worth being vigilant about, and then looked again at the place he had been paying attention to. Ding Xuan walked slowly into the blind spot of the man's line of sight, following the direction of his gaze, where there was a wooden door, which should be connected to some place inside the building.

  The automatic queuing system announced the next customer's number, that white-haired old man, and it wasn't Ding Xuan's turn yet.

  Damn it, there are so many banks, why did I choose this one? Ding Xuan Cheng had some regrets in his heart and took big strides to leave. That bad premonition was getting stronger and stronger.

  Ka... Just as Ding Xuan Cheng took two steps forward, the wooden door was opened from inside. As the wooden door slowly creaked open, a slightly stout middle-aged white man appeared before Ding Xuan Cheng's eyes.

  "My god, you didn't come out early or late, but just at this moment. Can't you come out after I've left? Is it necessary to be so coincidental......" Ding Xuan Cheng couldn't help but mutter to himself.

  Gunfire... Everyone was shocked, too fast, almost as soon as the wooden door opened a crack, Ding Xuan Cheng was still in dismay when the sudden gunshot, stunned everyone present.

  HK45！！！Ding Xuan Cheng saw the gun in the man's hand at first glance, the dark golden body of the gun showed an extraordinary origin. After identifying the style, Ding Xuan Cheng was even more shocked, HK45 gold version, this version is specially designed for the US Navy, Germany's HK company does not sell this model externally, and most of those on the black market are either black or have a wooden stock version.

  Just from the firearms, Ding Xuan Cheng could tell that the man was not a small character.

  After the gunshot, the man's figure flashed like lightning and rushed to the wooden door. The middle-aged man who had not reacted in time was hit and let out a miserable scream like a pig being slaughtered.

  Bang... Then another shot, the man fired again in his rapid approach to the wooden door, and the middle-aged man's two knees were hit by bullets. Ding Xuan Cheng took a glance, this guy would never be able to stand up on his own for the rest of his life, having been hit by .45 caliber HK45 bullets, his knee bones were absolutely shattered.

  With such marksmanship, it would be easy for the man to take a middle-aged person's life, but at this moment, the middle-aged person is still alive, apparently still having some use.

  What does he want to do? Rob UBS? Isn't that the same as looking for death? Ding Xuan was very curious. The reason why Swiss banks are famous is because of their safety, and without their approval, no country can freeze the funds in a private account. It's unheard of for anyone to successfully rob a Swiss bank, so ordinary thieves wouldn't even dare think about it.

  The alarm sounded loudly, and the business hall was suddenly thrown into chaos. The security guard rushed over, holding a rifle in his hand.

  A man's mouth curled up with a sly smile, and he casually fired two shots. The security guard who rushed over first fell into the pool of blood.

  The customers and staff in the hall all shrank into various corners of the hall, and several security guards came out, apparently more senior than the previous two, with quick movements. After entering, they judged that the opponent's shooting was very accurate and did not dare to rush forward. They each found a suitable cover to ensure their own safety first.

  The man picked up the middle-aged person leaning on the door, grabbed his collar, and hid behind him. From the direction of the security guard, only half of the man's face and eyes could be seen, he hid his entire body behind the middle-aged person, the poor middle-aged person was trembling with fear, his two legs were bleeding profusely, and his soul was frightened away.

  The security guard hiding behind the bunker couldn't find a suitable shooting opportunity for the time being, and a brief standoff began.

  "Release the hostages! This is a Swiss bank, you can't escape!" A security guard shouted loudly.

  In a relatively safe place, Ding Xuan Cheng watched the development of the situation. The man was not an ordinary robber, that was his judgment. In Switzerland, where cash transactions were rare, there would be at most one or two million in cash in the bank, which was not very attractive to the man. With his marksmanship, he could easily find a job and earn a lot of money, so Ding Xuan Cheng was sure that the other party was likely after something else here.

  A strange and eerie sound faintly came from outside the hall...

  Ding Xuan Cheng's face changed color, that was the sound of a grenade flying through the air after being launched by a grenade launcher.

  "Damn... As expected, Ding Xuan Cheng had guessed it right. A grenade exploded and shattered the roof of the business hall, landing right in the middle of where several security guards were hiding."

  "Damn it!" The security guard shouted and jumped out, but unfortunately the power of the grenade was too great. Several security guards managed to save their lives, but were stunned by the shockwave from the grenade explosion.

  A gigantic figure emerged in front of the main gate, a bald black man with a physique like a black iron tower, striding in with large steps, a powerful grenade launcher slung over his shoulder, a cigar clenched between his teeth, and a huge backpack on his back. He stood at least two meters tall, with a robust build and bulging muscles that seemed to contain explosive power.

  Everyone in the hall was frightened, men and blacks, dragging middle-aged people from the wooden door.

  Ding Xuan Cheng quietly approached the security guard who had fainted, picked up the gun on the ground, took a glance, and felt a thrill in his heart. The gun in his hand was none other than the famous Desert Eagle, its silver body looking sleek, with a suitable weight and great grip. Although this was Ding Xuan Cheng's first time truly holding a gun, his movements were not awkward, and the pros and cons of the Desert Eagle flashed through his mind instantly. For him, holding a gun for the first time felt like touching a woman's body for the first time - both exciting and anticipated.

  Ding Xuan Cheng, gripping the gun stock tightly, knew that the Desert Eagle had a strong recoil. He simulated the action of holding the gun and the strength his arm needed in his mind. A kind of excitement and stimulation he had never felt before struck his nerves. Although it wasn't hot in the room, sweat had already soaked through his clothes. It was a life-or-death feeling, a yearning for stimulation and fear of death struggling within him.

  Blood boiling, the Desert Eagle seemed to have merged with Ding Xuan's body. He made a stunning decision, ignoring the astonished eyes of others in the business hall, and gently opened the wooden door with his gun.