The middle-aged man who had just left the bank, held hostage by the jackal and several bandits under his command, reluctantly raised his hands and returned to the bank again.

"Don't play tricks...... the jackal smiled suspiciously, and patted the middle-aged man's cheek "gently" with the back of the wild scimitar in his hand: "I've seen a lot of you like me, don't think you can run away." Just help us open the door and we can survive, it's easy, right? ”

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

In order to save his life, this man has long abandoned his dignity and only wants to quickly help these bandits open the door and free himself from the long nightmare.

The bank's internal police lights flickered, the shrill sirens continued to echo, and the jackal's fleshy face was wrinkled more than usual:

Led by the middle-aged man, the bandits walked through the corridor at the back of the bank building, and before they entered the hall, the middle-aged man suddenly stopped and said in a trembling voice: "The person in front, is it your accomplice......

Heavy footsteps sounded in the banking hall, sounding like they were wearing metal boots, and the jackal raised his right hand and gestured, 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 the travel bag in his hand, took out a thermal imager from it, put it on his forehead, and then took out a G36K assault rifle.

"Old routine...... "The jackal whispered, and one of the bandits behind him understood it, and immediately took out two smoke grenades, pulled out the latches, and threw them into the bank hall outside the corridor.

Burst!

The yellow-white smoke spread, and the jackal jerked down the thermal imaging glass, and the scene in his vision turned into a gray point of light, and several colored humanoid objects were clearly visible inside.

", newbie."

The G36K assault rifle in the jackal's hand fired a fatal bullet at those humanoids, under the action of the flame suppressor, the fire on the muzzle was extremely small, and his shooting accuracy was also quite high, instantly bursting a person's head.

Judging by the temperature display in the thermal imaging glass, the "square" with a lower temperature in the upper body of the enemy should also be heavy body armor. However, no matter how strong their bodies are, their heads can't stop bullets.

The gunfire erupted again from the banking hall, and the jackal crawled to the ground, avoiding the enemy's strafing from the front, and two more shots hit one of the enemy's right feet, causing the other to fall to the ground screaming and rolling on the ground.

"It's worthy of being the leader, it's so fierce......"

Although the bandits behind couldn't see anything clearly, they still judged that it was the enemy who was hit by unfamiliar shouts. Realizing that their boss was slaughtering, they hid their faces under the cloth masks and also showed ugly smiles.

- Among the gangsters in the city of chaos, the "jackal" can be described as a well-known existence, and this guy's life can be described as legendary. But...... It is the kind of "legend" that terrifies ordinary people and makes the police hate it.

This guy has a lot of experience in robbery, especially in robbing banks, and he can be called a real boss. There have been countless bank robberies in which the perpetrators have participated in all over the world. People still don't wash their hands in middle age, and they continue to struggle on the front line of robbing banks, which can be called very dedicated:

Because of this, there was even a bandit who called himself a "poet" who wrote a psalm in praise of this man:

This is born to rob banks.

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

Conquer countless banks without defeat.

I never missed, and I don't know what I was arrested.

Standing alone in front of the bank.

Therefore, there is no meaning in this life.

This body is set as, infinitely—

Since the crappy poet was shot by the "jackal" before he could finish speaking, people will never know the final content of this text. However, among the robbers of the City of Chaos, the Jackal is definitely the most recognizable and at the same time the deadliest.

After elegantly knocking over the three of them, the jackal put on a new magazine, raised his hand and fired another shot off the surveillance camera in the corner of the room, then bent down and slipped to the side of a newly fallen enemy, took off his thermal imaging glass, and brought his eyes in front of the opponent to observe the enemy who had just been killed by himself at zero distance.

It was a white man with a beard, his mouth open, and he had a dead expression. Wearing a set of heavy body armor, the equipment looks quite sophisticated.

"Damn, our reputation has been ruined by these thugs." The jackal cursed disdainfully, reaching out and grabbing the gun beside the other party.

The other party was carrying a SCAR-HEAVY rifle, which was not cheap, and the rest of the equipment on his body was also money-burning, just looking at the equipment on the bandit's body, it was completely impossible to understand why he came to rob the bank.

"Looking for excitement? Poor worm......"

The jackal snorted and gave orders to his subordinates to move forward, and several of his subordinates immediately dragged the middle-aged man to his feet and continued to walk towards the inside of the bank.

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

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

Although they can solve the few doors in front of the vault, with the help of the "leading party", it is obvious that they can save a lot of effort. The people of the silver shield are outside, and now there is no time to do any perfect crimes slowly, and it is the right choice to take the money and leave.

"I don't know what happened to that kid and his men...... one of his men said suddenly.

"Probably dead." The jackal looked back at the smoke-obscured bank hall.

The gunfire outside continued, mixed with a large number of explosions, and it was difficult to survive the chaotic battle with the combat strength of those three "companions" alone, but it didn't matter to the jackals whether those three people died or escaped.

All he had to do was break through the impregnable metal doors of the underground vault as usual, and then take the money hidden inside. As for why you do this—

"I was born to rob banks......" the jackal muttered quietly.

"What did you say, boss?" The bandits around him didn't hear clearly.

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

"Hurry up, or else—"

Rumble!

Before the jackal could finish speaking, there was a sudden explosion in front of the bank again, and the counter glass that was only a few pieces of glass was blown to pieces, this time all of which were shattered, and a hot wave of air poured into the inside of the bank counter, carrying the smell of gunpowder smoke and gunpowder.

", tank!" The jackal roared, "Get down!" ”