Binglin Comics

Seeing the displeasure in Chen Hao's eyes, the black man immediately defended himself: "Brother, don't get me wrong. We are professionals when it comes to getting beaten."

"Yeah, brother, what do you want us to do?" Two other black gangsters joined in.

After rolling his eyes at them, Chen Hao didn't want to worry too much about it and pointed outside: "It's the bank opposite. Keep an eye on it. Someone may want to rob it later."

During the "robbery", a black man frowned and said, "We need to call the police."

Before Chen Hao could make a move, the leading black boy immediately gave his companion a shudder: "You seem stupid, do you need to call the police to call us?"

After saying that, the black man rubbed his hands and looked at Chen Hao expectantly: "Brother, you can just tell me what you need me to do."

Seeing that this black guy was very smart, Chen Hao nodded and asked, "What's your name?"

"Jackson."

"Well, okay, Jackson, after the bank opposite is robbed, a school bus will rush out. All you have to do is follow that school bus and report their hiding location to me."

Chen Hao took out his mobile phone, waved it in front of the three people, and continued: "Don't follow too close, otherwise you will be exposed. Just give me a rough address then."

In a radius of one hundred meters close to the clown, there is a blue light for guidance.

There's no need for these gangsters to get too close together, as that would alert the enemy.

"This is good, this is good." Jackson and Chen Hao rubbed their hands after exchanging mobile phone numbers.

They understood the general meaning. The Asian man in front of them probably wanted to take advantage of others.

But who cares?

If you have the money, you don't need to get too close, only a fool won't agree.

Chen Hao handed them five thousand US dollars: "Don't lose it. After everything is done, there will be so much more."

In Gotham, the annual income of the low- to middle-income class is about US$10,000 to US$30,000.

The ten thousand U.S. dollars were divided into three parts, more than three thousand dollars per person, which was enough to squander for a while.

Fortunately, two idiots ran away just now, otherwise they would have lost more than a thousand US dollars.

Jackson's eyes sparkled and he swayed his body, almost wanting to do an impromptu freestyle to praise the financial sponsor in front of him.

However, seeing Chen Hao's cold attitude, he gave up the idea.

"Are there any questions?" Chen Hao asked.

"No more, brother, walk slowly."

Jackson and his two friends held a wad of bills, looked at each other, and couldn't help laughing heartily.

Returning to the coffee shop, Chen Hao ordered a cup of coffee and sat by the window.

I have no choice but to stay here across the street.

When he drank half of the coffee, Chen Hao looked out the window and narrowed his eyes.

There was a man carrying a washed blue satchel and holding a clown's mask in his left hand, standing at the intersection.

Pale skin, confident and unruly eyes.

joker.

On a high building opposite the bank building, two people wearing different clown masks used ropes to slide to the top of the bank building.

One of them forced open the distribution box and took out tools to tinker with it.

Two minutes in, he said: "The silent siren has been turned off, it's just a little weird."

"What's weird?" The man behind him wore a clown mask with a pouty face and quietly took out a pistol.

"The siren was not connected to the police phone, but was connected to a personal phone, which was really strange."

"What's the problem?" Du Zui Lian lowered the pistol slightly.

The person tinkering with the distribution box was not aware of the danger at all and said confidently: "No, no, I've got it all done."

"That's good,"

chirp.

The man wearing a clown mask with a pouty face killed his accomplices with a silenced pistol, picked up his tool belt and ran towards the bank's underground vault.

Across the street from the bank, a joker carrying a washed blue satchel put on a clown mask and got into a white van.

In the front row of the car, there were also two people wearing clown masks who began to check the firearms in their hands.

"Hey, are there just three of us?" joker asked.

"No, there are two more rooftops, one for each person after the event is completed," the driver responded.

The person sitting in the passenger seat had yellow, green and blue hair on his mask and looked like a killer.

He put away the firearm and nodded: "Yeah, five copies is pretty good."

"It's six copies." The driver corrected: "Don't forget the planner of this operation."

"That clown" joker wore a mask and showed that he did not know the planner.

The driver held the steering wheel and circled the bank street to make a final check to see if there was a police car nearby: "Yes, it's him. Do you know why everyone calls him the clown?"

joker shrugged: "I don't know, I haven't seen it before."

"Hehe." The driver smiled: "Because he can put on makeup."

"make up"

"Yeah, it's very primitive to scare people, you know."

The car circled around and didn't see the police car nearby. It suddenly stopped at the entrance of the bank.

"Here we go, get up, get up."

The three men, wearing clown masks and armed with guns, rushed directly into the bank.

Da da da.

After firing shots into the air, all the customers in the bank were so frightened that they squatted down and the three robbers shouted loudly:

"Everyone, raise your hands and lower your heads."

"Say it again, hands up."

A robber rushed to the counter and pulled a man who looked like a supervisor out of the counter: "Come on, old man, I'm here to withdraw money."

After pulling the supervisor out, the joker took over and put a gun to his head: "Get down and don't move."

"Take it." Joker asked the supervisor to hold the grenade and pulled out the latch with such force.

The supervisor looked horrified and held the latch tightly with both hands, fearing that the grenade would explode.

The robber in front told the teller lady to come out immediately with a gun. He knew there was an alarm inside the counter.

"Come out quickly"

The teller lady glanced at the alarm under the table, then at the gun in the robber's hand, and walked out without any hesitation.

"Very good, little girl, come and play with me."

When the teller was halfway there, the robber grabbed her hair and forced it out.

"Everyone get down, no one is allowed to move."

William, who was sitting deep in the bank, turned to look at the three robbers, took off his gold-rimmed glasses and put them on the table.

When one of the robbers approached, he took out a Remington from under the table.

Click bang

With a loud bang, Remington shattered the glass and killed a robber.

Hearing the gunfire, joker quickly found a counter cover and hid.

After firing several shots, the joker was forced back by William and hid behind a cabinet at the edge.

"Do you really know whose bank you robbed? You and your friends are dead." William, who took off his glasses, had a fierce look on his face, changing his previous gentle image.

"Hey." The remaining robber in the hall with the mask of Kill Matt approached the joker and asked, "He has run out of bullets, right?"

joker counted silently in his mind, one, two, three, four, five.

Counting the initial shot, there was one more shot, and then nodded.

Shamat stood up, but was suppressed by William's shot and quickly lowered his head.

At the same time that William Remington made a clicking sound, the joker got up and knocked William down with one shot.

"Did your fucking math teacher teach you math?" Shamate complained, picked up the bag and rushed towards the bank's underground vault.