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Chapter 62: Action 2 accurate to the second (seeking a monthly ticket)

Seeing that there is only one person left, the door to the bank's treasure house will be closed in one second. Once the door is closed, they can only use blasting methods, which can only be done under forced circumstances.

"FK!" The High Sparrow's expression changed, he jumped forward, and stuffed the double-layered thick iron plate in his hand into the last gap of the big iron door.

A "bang" sound of impact was heard, and the big iron door hit the iron plate and stopped in place.

The electricity was still turning and generating force, but the iron door was pinned and could not be closed no matter what, making a "click, click, click, click" sound.

"Phew!" The High Sparrow lying on the ground breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

The robbers behind him were sweating at the sight. Fortunately, they didn't waste time. The damn bank manager reacted so quickly that they almost escaped.

Fortunately, fortunately, the employer was prepared and had such a thing, otherwise, he could only watch helplessly as a group of bank managers locked themselves in the vault and waited for rescue.

The group of people had just breathed a sigh of relief, but before they could be happy, a gun suddenly protruded from the small gap.

"Shit!" The High Sparrow yelled, rolled on the spot, and hid. Several people behind him also quickly made evasive movements.

"Bang" "Bang" "Bang"

"Boom" "Boom" "Boom"

Several people rolled and crawled and ran to the big iron gate to stand against each other, and then they had time to take a deep breath.

"Two pistols and a Barrett, phew, it's okay, they don't have many bullets!" The High Sparrow gasped and said, "I'll shoot first in a while to let them know how powerful they are."

As he spoke, the High Sparrow frowned. How could there be blood on the ground?

Turning around following the blood stains, I saw a man holding his stomach and leaning against the iron door. His face was frighteningly white, and he asked, "Have you been shot?"

The man didn't speak, he just gritted his teeth and nodded.

The High Sparrow took a deep look and said nothing.

Move sideways to the iron door, pick up the MAC-10, aim the muzzle of the gun diagonally into the vault and pull the trigger directly, "Click, click, click, click."

Suddenly, there was a scream in the vault.

"I advise you to open the door yourself. We are here for the money, not your lives. If we waste too much time, the police may arrive. If so, we will have to threaten the police with your lives."

The High Sparrow said while changing the magazine: "We have enough bullets. If we aim at it and shoot randomly, no one can guarantee that the stray bullets will not kill you."

"Don't use those two broken guns to scare people. It's useless. It will have no effect except ringing your own death knell."

"I'll give you five seconds to think about it. After five seconds, I will shoot another round of bullets!"

"If you die, then blame your own bad luck."

"Of course, that's another matter if you are prepared to sacrifice your lives for the capitalists."

A set of them, these are not the contents of the 'first edition textbook', they were all taught to him by someone who did not want to be named.

There is no way, at the critical moment, you must perform.

"one two three……"

The sound of counting sounded, and the people in the vault suddenly became a mess. Faced with a life and death crisis, no one could remain calm. Just like the High Sparrow said, they did not want to be buried with the capitalists.

"Five!" As soon as he finished speaking, the Big Sparrow picked up the machine gun and prepared to strike again. If he hadn't been afraid of accidentally killing the bank manager who had the password to open and close the door, he would have killed all of them long ago.

"Wait, wait!" someone shouted immediately before the shot was fired.

"Very well, if you have any questions, I'll give you 10 seconds. Don't try to delay the time." The High Sparrow roared with joy on his face.

"Just now, we shot just now. If we open the door, will you kill anyone?" A trembling voice came from the vault. It could be heard that he was very scared.

In fact, the manager is already preparing to open the door at this moment. He has already done what a manager should do to the extreme. He cannot be expected to die for the bank.

It's just...he also has a gun on his head now!

That was one of the security guards who had just reflexively fired. They were the ones most afraid of retaliation.

The High Sparrow glanced at his injured companion who was leaning against the wall. There was a lot of blood on the ground.

"No, after all, what we want is money, money, money!"

"I don't have time to waste with you. Your life is not as valuable as you think. At least to me, I would rather use that time to pick up the 10 dollars that fell on the ground!" The High Sparrow said very rudely, but surprisingly

, the people in the vault felt relieved when they heard it.

It’s not worth anything, it’s better not to be worth money!

You'd better blow us all off like we're nothing!

"Bell..." "Bell..." A shrill alarm sounded in the police station, and the police station immediately became a mess.

When the bank manager discovered the robber, the first thing he did was rush into the vault and close the door, and the second thing he did was press the alarm.

"A robbery occurred at the Newark branch of Kelsey Bank on Milford Avenue."

"Go Go Go!"

A group of police officers rushed to the gun warehouse, where they had to put on body armor, bulletproof helmets and high-power firepower. Three minutes later, the police officers who had finished changing their gear rushed towards their respective vehicles.

In fact, this speed is not slow.

Two streets away, a large truck was parked on the roadside with many oil drums tied to the truck. A man was standing near a phone booth not far from the roadside smoking.

Suddenly, the phone booth bell rang, and the man immediately threw away his cigarette butt and picked up the phone, "Hello!"

"The police will leave soon." After saying this, the phone was hung up with a bang.

The man 'Fake' cursed and hung up the phone and ran towards the big truck.

The employer's video arranged for him to wait for the call here. The police will notify him as soon as possible if there is any action, so that he can cause an accident and intercept him.

After getting in the car and starting it, Yuan Mu looked at his watch. According to the introduction in the video, it took about 4 minutes from the time the police were dispatched to the intersection in the early morning when there was no traffic jam.

When he stepped on the accelerator, he wanted to arrive at the scene at the same time as the police car.

More than 3 minutes later, Yuan Mu controlled the speed of the vehicle. In the distance, he heard the sound of the siren. Seeing that he had reached the predetermined position, Yuan Mu took a deep breath, turned the steering wheel to the left, and stepped on the accelerator. The large truck suddenly accelerated.

As he picked up speed, he turned sharply to the right.

The counterweight on the large truck was specially designed. This time, the steering wheel was violently turned, causing the large truck to roll over directly. The log tightly grasped the handle, and despite being mentally prepared, it still fell to pieces.

Shaking his dizzy head, Yuan Mu felt that there were double images in front of his eyes, but the siren of the police car in his ears was getting closer and closer. He raised his hand and bit it hard. After being stimulated by the pain, he felt much more awake. He immediately took it.

Use the scissors prepared early in the morning to cut the seat belt.

I pushed the door of the car, and luckily I controlled the direction of the rollover. I was fine. I pushed the door of the car and jumped out. I lost my balance, stumbled, and fell into pieces.

Thank you to the killer maniac in heaven for the tip, thank you.

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