"Is there a map of London?" Fang Ze asked the owner of the newsstand. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 The info boss was a fat man with a round face, he squinted his small eyes and glanced at Fang Ze, handed Fang Ze a map of London, and then asked Fang Ze, "Neon Man?"

"Nope. "I'm a South Korean. ”

"It's the first time I've seen a South Koreans who speak English so well, and you're better than neon people in this regard. As he spoke, the fat boss found that Fang Ze was quickly flipping through the map, and there was no hint of wanting to pay for it on his face.

"This map is fivepence. The boss said to Fang Ze, "If you want to pay now, if you want to put down the newspaper now." ”

"You are mistaken. Fang Ze said to the boss with a kind face, "It's not that I don't want to pay, but I'm looking for the location of the bank, why doesn't your map show the location of the bank?"

"Who's going to have the location of the bank on the map. The round-faced boss looked at Fang Ze with disdain, and then pointed at the street entrance with his finger, "The biggest bank in this block is over there, you told me that you were looking for the location of the bank?"

"Thank you. Fang Ze nodded, then put the map back on the newsstand of the round-faced boss with a blank expression, and turned around with Jörmungad and walked towards the street.

"Bastard South Koreans. The round-faced boss saw that Fang Ze really didn't buy the newspaper, and scolded angrily.

Fang Ze lifted the round top hat on his head, stood at the corner of the street and looked at the magnificent bank in front of him, turned his head to Jörmungandr and asked. "Are you wearing stockings today?"

Jörmungård lifted up her skirt, leaking white lace that reached the stockings at the base of her thighs. "Weared. ”

"White. Fang Ze glanced at it, and then said regretfully, "Forget it, the white stockings are not impressive, the black ones look like robbers when they are worn on their heads, and the white ones look like baby bottles." ”

"Next time I can wear black if you need to. Jörmungard said expressionlessly.

"No, I don't. Fang Ze smiled and said, "The white one is good-looking." ”

opened the small suitcase and took out two submachine guns from it, and Fang Ze threw one to Ye Mengjia. "Gone, rob the bank. ”

It is said that these equipment were still prepared by Fang Ze for the task in the Summoner Canyon before, but who knew that after entering, he worked as a construction worker in the Summoner Canyon for half a day, and made up all the towers that he pushed on weekdays.

Fang Ze and Jörmungad were dressed in small British dresses, and their demeanor looked like classical gentlemen and aristocratic girls going to a ball, of course, all this premise should ignore the submachine guns in their hands.

The guards standing at the door of the bank saw Fang Ze and Ye Mengard, although they didn't know the two of them in their hands, from the Type 05 submachine gun more than ten years later, but they still keenly sensed the danger, and were about to give a warning, the submachine guns in Fang Ze and Ye Mengade's hands had already fired, and all the guards at the door reached a hornet's nest in an instant.

Sure enough, shooting is a man's romance.

Fang Ze changed the magazine and strolled into the bank hall, like a personable banquet guest.

In the hall, the security personnel who had already sensed that something was wrong had already occupied the powerful terrain and pointed their pistols and rifles at Fang Ze with their pistols and rifles in their hands, while the other bank office staff and civilians all squatted on the ground with their heads crossed to prevent accidental injury.

Fang Ze and Ye Mengade, the two metamorphoses, had long been out of the upper limit of human strength, their eyes were like dynamic capture surveillance devices, and they locked on to all the guards with guns in an instant, and then the submachine guns in their hands directly began to breathe fire.

Shoot, change magazines, shoot again.

In less than ten seconds, all the guards who dared to show their heads had been shot through by Fang Ze and Ye Mengjiade's headshots, and the remaining few shrunken turtles, Fang Ze didn't bother to look at them, but directly smashed the bulletproof glass in front of the counter with his elbow, and said to a female teller inside who was completely frightened, "Can this beautiful lady do me a favor?"

"I, I'll help you load the money. The female teller began to withdraw money from the cash drawer as she spoke, but Fang Ze said, "No, I don't need this service, I just want to ask, where is the vault?"

The female teller looked up and looked at Fang Ze, who was smiling with a sunny and handsome face, and the corners of her mouth squirmed for a long time before her fingers trembled and pointed to the location.

Fang Ze raised his head at Ye Mengade, motioning for Ye Mengjia to follow, and then the two of them followed the direction pointed by the female teller, kicked open several security doors one after another, scared away several guards guarding the vault, and finally arrived in front of a round, anti-theft door as in the movie.

Fang Ze aimed at the door and tried to kick it, but found that the door did not move at all, so he said to Jörmungad, "It's up to you." ”

Ye Mengade nodded, first took off his coat, then folded it neatly and put it on the ground, and then took off his underwear and underwear, and stood naked in front of Fang Ze.

Fang Ze glanced up at the door, making sure that no one who didn't have long eyes dared to come in, and there was no monitoring equipment on the wall, so he signaled that Yermungad could act.

Jörmungard's eyes began to glow with endless golden light, and her delicate skin turned iron gray, and as she breathed, large dragon scales pierced her skin and appeared on the surface of her body.

As the dragon king, Jörmungård began to transform in the direction of the dragons, and around her, steel melted, metal droplets levitated, revolving around her like subjects, these bright droplets constantly collided and burned, impurities turned into ashes, and the remaining droplets became brighter and brighter, and finally these droplets collided and condensed into a huge weapon with a strange shape.

Spirit: Death's Scythe!

Jörmungård gripped the strangely shaped weapon with both hands, and swung it hard at the door of the vault.

Nearly half a meter later, the pure metal gate was like papier-mâché, torn apart by Jörmungård's weapon, and then opened a hole that could accommodate a person to pass through.

The door to the vault was opened, and Jörmungård reverted back to his human form, his slender figure holding a huge metal weapon, creating a great contrast.

Jörmungård tossed his weapon aside, then crouched down and redressed.

"When it's time to get to the Marvel plane, I'll be sure to help you ask what the Hulk's pants are made of. ”

Fang Ze got into the vault as he spoke, and at this time, he could already hear the warning lights on the police car outside honking like a whistle.

It seems that in the nineties, the police station in London has not been outsourced to private individuals, and the efficiency of police dispatch is quite fast.

Fang Ze looked at the neatly arranged banknotes, gold and jewelry and other valuables in the vault, opened the suitcase, and began to throw everything into the portable warehouse disguised as a suitcase, preparing not to leave a hair to the British people.