Big Eyes glanced at the Antonio mask he was wearing from the rearview mirror, and then he stepped on the accelerator and rushed into Area 41, expertly turning five corners to reach the door of the underground boxing ring. The underground boxing arena www.biquge.info is only available in the afternoon and evening, so it is now empty, with only a few lazy people wandering around the perimeter watching the ring. Big Eyes took a deep breath and parked the car at the entrance of the garage, and the uniformed security guard saw the car and quickly opened the railing with a smile. It is estimated that he was a little deformed through the windshield, and he couldn't see that the expression of "Mr. Antonio" in the car was stiff, and his eyes were even a little crooked.

Big Eyes was now composed, and nodded at the security guard before driving into the garage passage. I let go of my grip on the gun and pulled out a black hood to strap it on. Powell Jr. in the back seat put on a hood while pointing the way: "Turn left!" They were all handed over at the freight elevator. ”

As soon as the car entered the garage, Big Eyes immediately turned left, turned a row of vehicles, and saw that the cash transport car was parked not far from the elevator door, and several people escorted the cash box containing the banknotes just out of the elevator. There were Branson men who didn't wear uniforms, five in all; There are four escort security guards under the car, as well as a driver. When these people suddenly saw two cars approaching, they immediately put their hands on the handles of their guns vigilantly, and the escort security guards with shotguns raised their guns.

Big Eyes gently slammed on the brakes to slow down the car, as if it was about to stop. This put Branson's men and security guards at ease a little. Branson's people had already recognized that it was their own car, and they naturally knew that Antonio was in a hurry to go out in the morning, maybe now Antonio came back with something urgent to report, this matter must not be delayed, otherwise Branson will be angry. So Branson left his guns, and the first one gestured to tell the security guards not to worry, and waved at "Antonio" in the Humvee. The security guards who came every day also knew that the security measures of this underground garage were very tight, not only with armed gates but also with numerous eyeliners on the perimeter, so after receiving the signal, their attention returned to the cash box.

Seeing that people were no longer paying attention, the big eyes controlled the car and slowly stopped in a suitable position. As soon as he stopped, the sheriff suddenly slammed on the accelerator, and the Dodge slammed into front of the cash truck. The movement of the Dodge immediately attracted everyone's attention, and I pulled the door of the car, raised a Boledar pistol equipped with a silencer, aimed at Branson's men who had walked to the back door of the cash truck, and pulled the trigger, and at the same time, Cao Chunli also opened the back door and fired a series of shots with a silent pistol. In the muffled sound of gunfire, the unsuspecting Branson men were all knocked down in the blink of an eye. This happened so quickly that several security guards didn't react at all, and when they saw the muzzle of the black hole pointed silently at them. They raised their hands in amusement.

Cao Chunli and I rushed to the cash truck with guns and shot each of Branson's men, and Powell Jr. also ran over happily, picking up the cash box one by one and rushing back to the car.

Suddenly, the alarm bell rang loudly. Cao Chunli and I plunged into the car without even having time to close the door, so we stepped on the accelerator to the end, drifted directly on the spot, aimed at the exit, and jumped out, and Dodge immediately followed. Fortunately, the action was fast, and the roller shutter at the exit was just halfway down before the two cars rushed out. The railing in front of him was completely ignored, and Big Eyes directly broke the railing and rushed to the street, and the security guards in the sentry box wanted to rush out to block it, but Cao Chunli and I shot it back.

The people on the street were stupid as they watched the two cars rushing out of the underground garage and running wildly, completely unaware of what was happening. In particular, everyone knows that the leader is still Mr. Antonio's car, and their first thought is that Mr. Antonio is in a hurry. We rushed out of the 41st block in full view of everyone.

When the alarm bell rang, Branson and his son were holding the phone, sweating profusely and bargaining with the deputy chief of police: "Duncan, I admit that my man has fallen into a trap. But it's my people who are dead, and you can't come and arrest my people again! ”

"I know you're annoyed. But Branson, think about it, so many corpses are placed there, so many people have seen them, although Powell Jr. can be blamed in the future, but the time to go through the motions must go. Otherwise, no one can stand the pressure of public opinion. ”

"his public opinion. You've taken a lot of money from me, and you can't stand idly by now that you need your help. ”

"Of course. I mean......"

Hearing the alarm bell, Branson roared, "What's wrong!" Can anyone tell me what's going on! ”

The phone on the table rang just in time, and when I pressed the call button, I heard a voice that was badly distorted by panic, "Boo, Mr. Branson, Mr. Antonio just killed Jason and robbed them of the money......"

jumped up directly, "Have you taken drugs?" Antonio is in trouble, how can you possibly meet Antonio? ”

"But, sir, I see that it seems to be Mr. Antonio."

The father and son looked at each other, but Branson jumped up first, "Why don't you recover the stolen money quickly?" Just go! ”

Now the chickens and dogs are jumping in District 41, but by the time they chased them out, we were already three blocks away in two cars. Seeing that there were no pursuers behind, he turned to a secluded place on the side of the road without a monitoring probe, threw down two cars, loaded the money in the cash box into his backpack, took off his hood, got out of the car, walked more than 300 meters, and Big Eyes made a call to Fast Legs, and after a few minutes of hard work, Fast Legs and Xiao Cai drove two cars to find us.

We got in the car and walked separately and walked around the city for a long time before returning to our base. Along the way, I went online on my phone and saw that the TV reporter had arrived at the detergent factory to follow up on the homicide there. The TV station also showed videos downloaded from Die Must Be - the two videos sent by Big Eye, of course. The part of Branson's thugs chasing the Powell brothers Jr. was choked off, so it looked like a group of people burst into a house with guns and then caused an explosion and fire. The whole incident seems to be clear and the evidence is conclusive, and it is believed that Branson's men will be questioned by the police for at least some time.

As soon as these news were broadcast, the news of the losses of Branson's men could not be hidden, and the bank was involved when we robbed Branson today, so it was no wonder that those Branson enemies did not get the news. As long as they have the heart, I believe they will soon find out the situation of Branson's loss. If they want to do it, the best time is when Antonio and the others are left in the police station. So there should be news of their action as soon as the evening, and now all we need to do is wait.

As soon as I returned to the base, I turned on the TV and the Internet to track the latest developments in the situation, and Kuaijiao, Xiao Cai, Qiao Song and others were sent out to monitor our changing places and routes to make sure that we didn't leave tails, only the little Powell brothers couldn't go out and counted the money in the bedroom without heart. It's just that the math of these two goods is a mess, and they can't count it with the help of a calculator. But they just took the trouble to count over and over again, and told me that they just liked the feeling of counting money.

In the blink of an eye, at four o'clock in the afternoon, Big Four Eyes sent a link, and when I opened it, it was a news that the FBI announced its involvement in the investigation of the detergent factory bombing. Now it's even more lively. At about eight o'clock, major media outlets suddenly reported that the "Little" nightclub in District 41 was attacked by gunmen, resulting in heavy casualties, and some sources have claimed that the incident is related to the turf competition between gangs.

It seems that Branson's enemies are starting to move, and the war between the gangs has been ignited, and those of us who lit the fire can watch the show with confidence in hiding their merits and fame.