War Paradise

"Quick, give daddy another drink!"

The dim light bulb swayed on the wooden ceiling, reflecting the hut below. Sitting at the wooden table with a missing corner, "Jackal" Mondillo put down the foamy glass in his hand and spoke to the gray hair in the hut. The old man shouted: "Hurry up! I will pay."

"If you dare to pay, daddy will kill your bastard with one shot." The old man stepped forward, smashed another glass of beer heavily on the table, and then took away the glass that had just been drunk by the jackal.

Despite his advanced age, the old man was still wearing a red vest and jeans full of ripped holes, with a Smith & Wesson revolver inserted in the holster around his waist, as if he had participated in the "Western Pioneer" hundreds of years ago. Old cowboy.

"Thanks……"

The jackal put a hundred-dollar bill on the table, picked up the wine glass and drank a big mouthful, accompanied by the sound of clanging, inferior beer poured into his mouth.

"Boy, aren't you going to meet someone tonight?" The old man's brows were frowned into a river, and the wrinkles on his face looked extremely deep under the dim light: "Drinking won't delay things?"

"Daddy won't be drunk..." The jackal opened his mouth and let out a sigh of alcohol, and then hiccuped with satisfaction: "Besides, the time has not come."

"Those of yours will go back after taking the money." The old man sat down at the table, staring at the face of the "Jackal" with some muddy eyes: "Are you really going to continue like this, wasting time with those confounders?" Do you want to do something truly meaningful?"

"What's the point..." the jackal said angrily.

"How about let's relive the glory of the past? Boy." At this point, the old man raised his mouth and smiled: "While my old bones are still in the soil, I will come back and do a big vote at the end, and then retire forever. how do you feel?"

Hearing the old man's words, the jackal's eyes, which were still rolling around, suddenly focused on the old man, and asked in a low voice, "Did you see the target? Where?"

"Alvara Central Bank is next to the headquarters of Silver Shield. As long as we succeed, we can get tens of millions of dollars, and maybe even carry away their stored gold." The old man coughed: "How about it, come or not?"

"You are crazy, old man." The Jackal frowned.

"No, I just want to get a better one at the end. Anyway, I won't live for a few years." The old man sneered and laughed: "I have already decided on the robbery plan. I only need to adjust some details. Are you interested?"

"..."

The jackal put down the empty wine glass in his hand, thought for a moment, and shook his head slowly:

"Let's talk about it when I finish this time."

"Then hurry up." The old man stretched out his thin right hand and patted the jackal on the shoulder heavily: "I have a bit of osteoporosis recently, so I can't drag it anymore!"

"Old man, it's a miracle that you can live till now." The Jackal said with emotion.

——If the Jackal is one of the most legendary robbers in the City of Chaos, then the only "God-level robber" who can be compared with him is sitting beside him at this time.

Like the jackal, this old man who looks like a cowboy is also a notorious bank robber. Although the number of robberies that this old man has completed is not comparable to that of the jackal, the "quality" of each robbery is terrifyingly high. Degree.

For this old man, a small place like the Alvara South City Bank is not a bank at all. Only those banks that can grab more than 10 million U.S. dollars will become his targets.

The Jackal knew that this old man had been paying attention to the largest and most heavily guarded bank in the City of Chaos, the Alvara Central Bank. I thought this aging guy would stop, but I didn't expect it to be a vote.

"Continued Cup……"

Before the jackal had finished speaking, there was a sudden burst of rapid gunfire on the street outside the house.

At the moment the gunshot sounded, the two robbers in the house drew their guns at the same time, and at the same time, they immediately recognized the type of gun that was firing through the sound:

"SIG-SG550." The old man's eyes curled up.

"The other side uses the AK gun series, it seems that the two sides are fighting, it's nothing to us." The jackal breathed a sigh of relief.

"Recently, there are often such rushes in the city. I don't know where so many bandits are fighting in the street all day long." The old man's voice was a little confused: "Those people are not only enemies of the Silver Shield, but even members of the Lion Gang. They have killed a lot."

"There are indeed a lot of fierce people in the city..."

While speaking, the jackal recalled the robbery this afternoon, and continued to speak: "The helper I found casually managed to get the garrison in Alvara. It's incredible..."

"You mean the army that bombarded the bank?" Hearing this, the old man's muddy eyes suddenly had a look: "The robbers can still fight the army? Are you stupid? Boy."

"We encountered a tank during the robbery, and I solved one. The helper I found managed to solve six tanks and armored vehicles, and finally covered my escape at the back of the palace." In the Jackal's words, he was full of undisguised gratitude. Qing: "If there weren't those people, you wouldn't have seen me appear here."

"Are you going to see them tonight?" The old man stood up abruptly, his movements were so agile, he couldn't see how old he was.

"Yes, the meeting time is half an hour later." The Jackal nodded.

"Take me one, I want to talk to them." The old man with a serious expression just now seemed to be rejuvenated, and even the wrinkles on his face seemed to be reduced.

"You old immortal just want to get them to grab the bank, right?" Jackal sighed: "Wait, we're still looking for someone."

The sound of gunfire spread through the wooden wall into the room, and the shock caused the wooden tables to start shaking slightly. The two parties who were fighting outside were not far to the west of the house where the two wolves were.

In order to avoid being accidentally injured by bullets flying on the street, the two slipped out from the back door of the wooden house, left the temporary hiding place, and returned to the night sky of the chaotic city.

"Where are you meeting? I can't wait, why don't you go and have a look first?" the old man said enthusiastically.

"I said that we have business to do, and now there is no time to rob the bank..."

Before the jackal spoke, the wall of the wooden house beside him was shot through by a bullet. A smoking corpse smashed the wall and flew out and fell heavily into the alley.

"Robot?" Jackal widened his eyes in surprise.

The "corpse" that fell to the ground was still trying to get up despite the fire all over, under the scorched black suit, the silver luster of metal skeleton flashed.

"What the hell is coming in this city..." The old man couldn't help sighing: "My old bone, it seems that I can't keep up with the current trend."

"Come on, it's not safe here." The Jackal said and turned and walked away quickly.

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