War Paradise

The middle-aged man who had just left the bank reluctantly raised his hands under the hold of the jackal and several gangsters, and returned to the bank again.

"Don't play tricks..." The jackal smiled obscurely, and patted the middle-aged man's cheek "gently" on the back of the wild-shaped scimitar in his hand: "I see you a lot, don't I thought I could run away. Just open the door for us to survive, easy?"

"I can't run, please don't hurt me." The middle-aged man raised his hands, the wound in his mouth was still bleeding, making his pronunciation unclear.

In order to save his life, this man has already abandoned his own dignity, just thinking about opening the door for these gangsters quickly and free from the long nightmare.

The warning lights inside the bank flickered, and the harsh sirens kept reverberating, and the wrinkles on the jackal's full face were more wrinkled than usual:

Under the leadership of the middle-aged man, the culprits passed through the tunnel at the back of the bank building. Before entering the hall, the middle-aged man suddenly stopped and said in a trembling voice: "Is the person in front your accomplices? ..."

Heavy footsteps sounded in the bank hall, sounding like they were wearing metal boots. The Jackal raised his right hand and made a gesture, and his men immediately stopped.

"..."

The jackal put a finger to his mouth, made a "quiet" gesture to the trembling middle-aged man, then put down his travel bag, took out a thermal imaging camera from it, and put it on his forehead. Then he took out a G36K assault rifle.

"Old routine..." The Jackal whispered, a gangster behind him understood, and immediately took out two smoke bombs, unplugged them, and threw them into the bank hall outside the corridor.

puff!

The yellow and white smoke spread, and the jackal slammed down the thermal imaging lens. The scene in his line of sight turned into a gray spot, and several colorful human-shaped objects were clearly visible.

"Go away, novice."

The G36K assault rifle in Jackal’s hand blasted deadly bullets at the human figures. Under the action of the flame arrester, the muzzle fire was extremely small, and his shooting accuracy was quite high. It instantly exploded a person’s Head.

Judging from the temperature display in the thermal imaging mirror, the cooler "square" of the enemy's upper body should also be a heavy-duty body armor. However, no matter how strong their bodies are, their heads can't stop bullets.

Gunshots erupted from the bank hall again, and the jackal crawled on the ground, avoiding the enemy's strafe at the front. Two more shots hit an enemy's right foot, causing the opponent to scream and fall to the ground, holding his foot. Rolling on the ground.

"As expected of the boss, so fierce..."

Although the following gangsters couldn't see everything clearly, they still judged that the enemy was hit by unfamiliar calls. Realizing that Boss Own is being slaughtered, they hide their faces under the cloth mask, and also show ugly smiles.

——Among the gangs in the City of Chaos, "Jackal" can be described as a well-known existence. The life of this guy can be described by the word legend. But... it's the kind of "legend" that makes ordinary people feel terrified and makes the police hate that it penetrates the bone.

This guy has very rich robbery experience, especially when it comes to bank robbery, he can be called a real boss. The wicked have participated in countless bank robberies all over the world. People still don’t have a golden basin to wash their hands in middle age, and they continue to struggle on the front line of robbing banks. They can be regarded as very dedicated:

Because of this, there was even a gangster who called himself a "poet" and wrote a poem of praise for this person:

This person was born to rob the bank.

The body is like armor, and blood is like gunpowder.

Countless banks are undefeated.

Never missed, I don't know what was arrested.

Standing alone in front of the bank.

Therefore, this life has no meaning.

This body is defined as infinite—

Because the crappy poet was shot and crashed by the "Jackal" before he finished speaking, people would never know the final content of this passage. However, among the robbers in the City of Chaos, the Jackal is definitely the most famous and deadly one.

After blasting the three people elegantly, the jackal changed into a new magazine, raised his hand and blasted the surveillance camera in the corner of the room with another shot, then bent down and slipped to the side of an enemy who had just fallen, and took off his own. Thermal imaging mirror, put your eyes in front of the opponent, and observe the enemy who has just been killed by yourself.

It was a white man with a beard, his mouth open with a stark expression. Wearing a heavy-duty body armor, the equipment looks very good.

"Damn, our reputation is defeated by these gangsters." The jackal scolded disdainfully, reaching out and grabbing the gun beside him.

The other party is carrying a SCAR-HEAVY rifle. This weapon is not cheap, and the other equipment on his body is also a money-burning thing. Looking at the equipment on this gangster, it is completely impossible to understand why he came to grab the bank.

"For excitement? Poor bug..."

The jackal snorted and gave instructions to his subordinates to move forward. Several subordinates immediately dragged the middle-aged man to his feet and continued to walk inside the bank.

"I can't open the underground vault... need to be guarded..." the middle-aged man said tremblingly.

"You don't need to worry about the vault, just open the front entrance." The jackal who returned to his subordinates said, took off the thermal imaging mirror and threw it into the travel bag.

Although they can completely solve the several doors in front of the treasury, with the help of the "Leader Party", they can obviously save a lot of effort. The people of Silver Shield are outside, and now there is no time to do some perfect crimes leisurely. It is the right choice to take the money and leave the talents directly.

"I don't know what happened to that kid and his people..." a subordinate said suddenly.

"It may be dead." The jackal looked back at the bank hall that was obscured by smoke.

The gunfire outside continued, and a large number of explosions were mixed in it. It may be difficult to survive the chaos by relying on the combat power of the three "companions" alone, but no matter whether the three people died or fled. , It doesn't matter to the jackal.

All he had to do was to break through the huge metal gate of the underground vault as usual, and then take away the money hidden inside. As for why you want to do this--

"This person was born to rob a bank..." The Jackal muttered softly.

"Boss, what are you talking about?" The gangster beside him didn't hear clearly.

"It's okay." The jackal shook his head and slashed the middle-aged man's right arm, bringing out a slender blood flower.

"Hurry up, otherwise—"

boom!

Before the jackal’s words came to an end, there was another explosion in front of the bank. It was bombarded with only a few pieces of counter glass. This time it was finally shattered. The hot air surges into the bank counter, smelling of gunpowder and gunpowder. .

"Damn, tank!" the jackal roared: "Get down!"

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