The buzzing of the electric drill echoed throughout the entire bank vault, but after more than ten minutes, it resulted in nothing. Sieg's initial enthusiasm waned to complete disinterest, eventually descending into irritation and numbness.
Unable to hold back, he complained: "Those damned bank clerks! I knew they wouldn't leave anything good here! Not a single cent!"
Muttering and cursing under his breath, he drilled into drawers, finding them all empty.
"It's not the road's fault if you're not up to the task."
Allen Zhang took the drill again, aimed it at the C-96 safe's drawer, and within half a minute drilled open the lock, opening the drawer.
He pulled out a key and a qualification document, which listed the geographic location of a storage warehouse, "See, my luck is indeed much better than yours!"
"..." It's not you...
Did it open?
Sieg stared, dumbfounded, beginning to question his life choices.
"Why do you get to drill into good stuff, and I don't?"
