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Helwell couldn't help but think of her police badge, and an ominous premonition came to her heart. She touched her empty chest when she was wearing the police badge. She sincerely hoped that all this was just a coincidence and not a more serious incident.

Big conspiracy.

"Did you find anything?"

A young-looking policeman ran up to Helwell out of breath and saluted with a standard military salute. Helwell returned the salute perfunctorily and began to ask questions impatiently.

"Did you find anything?"

"Kyle Gallup is the name of the giant man who took the lead. He has been living in the slums in the east since he was a child. He is extremely popular among the underground boxing kings. Other than that, he has no other records."

"King of Fighters? He is indeed very tall. Does he have a criminal record and knowledge of using firearms?"

"That's not clear. The only information I got is that he is good at fighting and has serious violent tendencies."

"Haha... How could you hide in the blind spot of a sniper without any knowledge of firearms? How could you be so sensitive to firearms? What makes you so calm is just a tendency to violence? Or I don't know if there is a Kyle Gallup.

, and then check, all information must be carefully checked, I have a hunch that this is just the beginning, more serious things are yet to come."

While Helwell was still talking to the little policeman, the door of the bank with exquisite copywriting opened again, and a dozen light blue figures poured out from it. They were the work clothes of the bank, and they seemed to be the first batch of

The ones who were released were bank staff. And Kyle Gallup actually released the first batch of hostages, which is undoubtedly good news for the police. The more people are rescued at this time, the easier it will be when the time comes to rescue them.

.

"Intercept them! Intercept them! Don't let anyone leave your sight!" Helwell shouted, taking the lead in leading everyone to stop the people who came out, and carefully investigated them one by one.

These hostages are the chips that Kyle uses to escape here. He throws his chips away for no reason. As a robber who has the courage to rob a bank, it is naturally impossible for him to make such a mistake. The only explanation is that there are knives hidden in these chips. As long as anyone

Anyone who dares to pick it up will be cut.

Although they are all wearing bank work clothes, this may be just a cover-up. There may be many spare work clothes in the warehouse of the bank. As long as they wear the same clothes, their men can blend into the crowd and escape.

Inside the bank, Kyle opened the black velvet curtains and watched the hidden black figures all around him emerge from hiding spots, running to intercept the released hostages. A sneer appeared on his lips.

"Sir, we are all ready." A subordinate walked out of the bank's warehouse, also wearing a light blue bank uniform. He half-knelt in front of Kyle respectfully, holding another hand in his hand.

A piece of work clothes.

"I understand, then prepare to release the second batch. This time, fifty people will be released." Kyle took the work clothes and put them on himself. His burly figure was covered by the wide uniform, and the ferocity in his eyes disappeared.

, flicked off his hand and threw the funny mask on the ground. At this time, his eyes showed easy-going, but there was no trace of the ferocity from before.

That's right, he really wanted to escape by sneaking into the hostages. He divided the hostages into three batches and released them. The first two batches released not too many. Intercepting these hostages and investigating them one by one will consume a lot of energy from the police.

In the third batch, he will release all the hostages at once. Imagine more than two hundred people oppressed by fear running in the streets. The few people outside can't stop them. Kyle and his are among them.

Your companions will have a great chance of escaping smoothly.

"The second batch of hostages can be released! It's up to you whether you can escape by then." Kyle stood in front of a crowd. Behind him were three people wearing bank uniforms. The rest were faces.

Man wearing funny mask and carrying big bag behind his back.

"Kyle, you don't know how to play tricks on me! You gave us equipment and helped us rob banks, but you didn't get any money. What is your purpose?"

They are a group of lawless people who have long had the idea of ​​giving up everything for money. But they have never had enough power. Now with the help of the mysterious man in front of them, they finally have the capital to rob the bank. They are afraid of death, but

They are even more afraid of not having money. No one knows better than them what life will be like without money in Valkyrie. But they still don’t understand what the people in front of them want to do, so they formulate careful plans and provide powerful guns.

.But they don’t want the fruits of robbery at all.

"Didn't I say it before? My purpose is to help you rob the bank. If you can get the money, my purpose is to live a happy life."

"Haha, what do you think..." The man behind the mask still wanted to speak, but Kyle interrupted him before he finished speaking. "Isn't this bad? Just take the money and leave.

I don’t care about your affairs for whatever purpose. You just need to leave here and use the money to live the life you dreamed of before. Knowing too many things is not good for you, so prepare to leave here!

"

"Release the second batch of hostages!" This time it was no longer Kyle who commanded, but the masked man. He waved his hand.

After the second batch of hostages were released, countless black figures stopped these people. They went one by one to confirm the identities of the hostages. But before they had checked a third of the way, the bank door opened again, and hundreds of people seemed to

Ant colonies swarmed out. In an instant, the defense line of the police organization was overwhelmed, and it was impossible to conduct an accurate investigation due to lack of manpower.

"Get 'em!"

The masked robbers' clothing is too obvious and cannot be discarded, so they cannot blend into the crowd. The best option is to wait for the majority of the police to be busy identifying the hostages' identities and break out from weakly guarded areas. This way

Of course, the risk is much higher than the risk of sneaking into the crowd and leaving, but so what, they originally use their lives to seek wealth, and they all have the consciousness that they will die if they don't succeed.

The policeman who said this pulled out his magic gun and was about to aim and shoot when several galloping horses came running from the other end of the street. The masked robbers jumped on the carriage and drove away.

.......

Kyle successfully followed the crowd out of the street, with a sneer still hanging on the corner of his mouth.

So what if you get the money? So what if you prepare the carriage in advance? The people are in Valkyrie. As long as they are still in this city, there is no way to escape. Those people can't go anywhere with the money.

The last sound Gram heard was the roar of gunshots mixed with the screams of the crowd. Then he felt the carriage he was riding in began to roll out of control. The last thing he saw in his eyes was the upside-down world, and then his eyes were filled with a blur.

Faint. But even if he was immersed in the hazy darkness, his consciousness could still tell that the escape carriage had overturned. His teeth trembled nervously, and he tried hard to climb out of the carriage and escape, but his mind gradually became dizzy and his consciousness also

It became blurry, but one thought was very clear before losing consciousness completely.

His escape failed and he was dead.

...........

It seemed like a day or two had passed, or it seemed like only ten minutes had passed. When the dazzling light penetrated Graeme's eyes, his consciousness finally woke up from his coma. He tried to open his eyes to observe the surrounding environment.

, but his eyes couldn't adapt to these lights for a while and couldn't see anything. Everything was a blur of white. The stinging force forced him to close his eyes again, just squinting at the lowest level.

"snort!"

There was a muffled groan in front of him, as well as the creaking of heavy wood. He squinted his eyes and could vaguely see a burly silhouette. Judging from his voice and size, it was probably Brooke who had not run away. He was one of the gang members.

The one who is said to be the best fighter can only look like this when facing the police. He can't hold himself up to the wall. It looks like he is about to wake up.

"Okay, you are all awake." A woman's voice came from the room, calm and calm. "I was just going to make tea."

When Graeme turned to her, he felt that half of his face was swollen and painful, and the corners of his mouth were tense. He tried to move his swollen jaw, but a fishy smell came from his mouth. It seemed that he was seriously injured, but

Even so, he kept thinking to God, at least he was still alive and breathing.

A crime like robbing a bank does not require a trial at all. The police have the right to execute on the spot, and they are also willing to kill the prisoner on the spot to prevent new incidents. At this time, he is still alive and breathing fresh air.

On the one hand, I have to say that he is lucky, but on the other hand, it shows the seriousness of this matter. It is definitely not as simple as robbing a bank. Maybe what awaits him will be something more terrifying than death.

"Can any of you tell me what happened with the robbery at Mark's Bank? Or who asked you and provided you with weapons to rob." The woman continued, as if she was talking about some irrelevant topic.

Neither light nor heavy, as if chatting about homely matters, her back was turned to Graham. The latter could only see a beautiful head

She had silver threads, a slender waist, and slender thighs full of temptation. She placed a glass pot on a magic heating device, and immediately orange-red flames appeared under the vessel, and the sound of liquid shaking faintly came from the teapot.

came out.

"Go beat up those weapons dealers, miss." Bruce muttered.

Bruce claims to be the best at fighting, but in fact his greatest ability should be to turn things from bad to complete. Graeme stared at him fiercely. At this time, they were in the police territory, and they were talking nonsense.

It will anger the police, and then you will have to say goodbye to them for this rare breath. However, Bruce did not understand this meaning at all. He opened his mouth and a bunch of nonsense came out of his mouth: "Weapons are not all weapons dealers."

Provided? Just go get them! What do you care about us people?"

"It seems that the "first thug" of the Death Gang who is "famous" in Dongshi has a good way of speaking."

The woman turned around to face Graeme and the others, holding a freshly filled cup of tea in her hand. She gently and gracefully put it to her lips and took a sip, saying: "You'd better tell the truth about what you know."

Please explain clearly, because your life and death depend on it."

"I have nothing to say. The weapons are our own. As for where they came from, they may have been stolen, robbed, or picked up from the ground. Wherever you think they came from, that's fine.

"

She put down the tea set in her hand and walked forward slowly. There was a sound of metal scraping on the ground. Graham had also heard this sound just now, but he never knew where the sound came from until

When this woman walked towards Bruce, he realized what was going on. The shoes under her feet were not soles, but a pair of blades that revealed a cold light. She seemed to be dancing ballet all the time.

Like a swan, it balances itself in mid-air with only a little support.

"Mr. Bruce, please don't insult my good intentions. Some people just want to crawl into hell while they are still alive. I hope you are not that kind of person."

"Do you think that little knife tied to your slender calves can scare me? Or do you think you should satisfy me with your buttocks?"

The beautiful woman stood in front of Bruce and said nothing. Just when Bruce spoke again, a silver light flashed with blue light, and the rope binding Bruce's hands fell to the ground.

The latter let out a hoarse laugh: "It's not cutting, big ass, can your scary little knife do it?" Facing Bruce's dirty and filthy voice, she did not show any displeasure, or did not reveal it.

With no expression on his face, he stood still like a statue. Gram instinctively felt a sense of danger from it, but stupid Bruce didn't know anything. He moved forward a few inches more, blue and purple.

An arrogant smirk appeared on his face.

"You little bitch, come and add to my..."

The woman turned around in a circle, and this time, the sharp blade under her feet swept Bruce's neck firmly. After doing all this, the woman sat back as if nothing had happened, picked up the tea cup again and drank gracefully

Here comes the tea.

The head rolled on the ground a few times and then rolled in front of Graeme. His mouth was opened wide, as if he wanted to finish the last curse word, this damn big mouth! But it was better now, even though his mouth

Still open, but at least quiet.

Looking at the tragic scene in front of him, Graeme kept comforting himself that Bruce was dead, but the eyes in his head were still staring at Graeme in fear. The fear spread from the top of his head to his tailbone, and almost all the liquid in his bladder was gone.

A controlled flow came out. However, he finally convinced himself that Bruce just wanted to die on his own, and there must be nothing wrong with him and he would not end up like Bruce.

"So Mr. Gram, can we have tea together? Come and tell me what I want to hear." The woman said calmly.

She took out a brand new chair next to where she was sitting and looked at it with a smile. At the same time, she poured boiling water into the pottery tea cup that she had barely drank from. In an instant, a wisp of green smoke floated out from it. She looked at Gray

Mu, looking arrogant.

"Actually, everyone becomes very slow after work, and the time for rest is limited. Generally speaking, it is only enough time to make a cup of tea, so I hope that I can listen to your stories at the tea party before the break is over.

"

"Be careful not to get burned. There is still some time before work. Let's talk slowly. The tea party has just begun."