After McCarron escaped from the elevator shaft, he still looked around suspiciously, he always felt that there was a pair of eyes staring at him in the dark, but he didn't find anything suspicious, McCarron couldn't help but feel a little creepy.

Why bother's 'detection skills' are even stronger than his old son Xu Yifan's 'scene scanning', of course, seeing McCarron tiptoeing down the corridor with a nervous posture, why bother with a stomach twitching.

"Hey, vest guy, your sling is going to break, so kindly you can change your clothes!" Why bother picking up the walkie-talkie and laughing.

McAllan looked down at his shoulder, and he didn't know when he hooked the vest, and the suspender strap did crack and was about to be broken.

Wait, how does he know?

McCarron leaned his back against the wall, quickly moving to the corner, nervously looking down the hallways on either side.

On the other hand, Hans led two of his men back to the vault on the thirty-second floor, and when he walked to the hall outside the office, he saw Henry's head stuck on the ceiling hanging, and his face was very ugly.

Hans said grimly: "Carry him down!" ”

The two men quickly pulled Henry down from the ceiling, Hans looked at Henry's body with a solemn face, Henry still held a pistol in his right hand, and the heavenly spirit cover of his head was concave in a large piece, as if he had been flattened, Hans looked carefully at Henry's head, and then looked up at the large hole in the ceiling hanger, and judged that Henry's head was dented by the ceiling.

"This bastard has so much power!" Hans muttered that he thought he must have killed Henry by holding his legs, and that if he knew why he had kicked Henry with one foot, he would have dropped his jaw.

"What are you doing here, do your own thing, things have changed, speed up, you must solve it quickly." Hans saw the who had opened the vault come out, and immediately cursed angrily.

"This guy can't have the same purpose as us, right?" One of Hans's men behind him asked.

"No, it won't! He's alone? Another subordinate retorted.

Hans raised his hand to stop his men from arguing.

"Just ask." Hans said calmly.

"Excuse me?" Two of Hans's men froze.

Hans picked up the walkie-talkie.

"Hey! What do you call it if you didn't ask for advice? ”

"Alan." Why don't you think about talking nonsense, Hans replied as soon as his words fell.

"Good! Mr. Allen! Hans knew that it was unlikely to be Hob's real name, and it didn't matter.

Hans asked, "Friend or foe?" ”

When Macallan heard Hans's words, his heart sank.

Why did you hear Hans's words, I was also stunned, I was already despicable enough, I didn't think that this Hans was even more shameless, he had already killed them alone, and he could still be friends?

"If you can compensate me for a million mental damages, I think we might be friends!" Why bother to brazenly say: "If the thief doesn't go empty, it's not easy for me to sneak in, right!" ”

"I need to think about it!" Hans put down the walkie-talkie.

"The bearer bonds in the vault are worth $600 million, and he only needs one million, so he shouldn't have the idea of the vault, at least, he doesn't know the true value of the vault." One of Hans's men said.

Hans nodded, agreeing with his subordinates that he was a lone ranger who happened to bump into him, and that he was most worried about why he was in league with The Macallan, and even other hidden gangs.

"Kill them both!" Hans gestured with a stroke of the neck.

Why bother pouting, he could probably guess some of Hans's thoughts, so he offered a million to confuse the public.

Macallan had a vague sense that something was wrong, but with his intelligence, he couldn't figure out why he was playing tricks with Hans.

McCarron was only delayed when Hans's henchmen chased after him.

"Bang ....."

The Macallan ran to the back of the fire staircase and kept running down.

Why bother going up.

Twenty-four floors.

"Bang Bang ——!" As McCarron was sprinting down, two bullets hit the concrete floor beneath his feet, and McCarron jumped to his feet and looked up ahead.

Why bother sitting on the handrail of the stairs, pointing a gun at The Macallan.

"Here's my territory, you go up!" Why say it for sure.

McCarron's eyes widened: "There's someone up there!" ”

"Why else did I tell you to go up?" Why bother to take it for granted, shook the pistol in his hand, and then stretched out his finger: "One, two..."

McCarron scolded his mother and quickly turned around, and after a while, there was the sound of gunfire between Macallan and Hans's men upstairs, why bother shrugged his shoulders and turned his eyes to the downstairs outside the window, where a patrol police car was slowly driving over.

Hans was waiting for the patrolman in the police car to drive closer, so that he could be shot and killed, so as not to give the other party a chance to call the police, why bother, this guy raised his hand and shot twice.

"Bang Bang ——!"

The front windshield of the police car shattered instantly, and the patrol officer was stunned for a moment, hurriedly hung up the reverse gear, and frantically stepped on the accelerator.

"Which bastard fired the gun? fuck, kill him, can't let him escape. Hans saw two bullets from nowhere that woke the patrolman, who reversed and wanted to flee, and Hans blushed and jumped to his feet and screamed angrily.

"Bang bang ....." rows of bullets shot out of Zhongfu Building, the hood of the patrol car turned into a hornet's nest in seconds, the patrol officer was shot twice, but he didn't dare to stop at all, this guy came very slowly, but retreated very fast, the car rushed out of the road backwards all of a sudden, and then did not turn around, rushed directly into the lobby of a building opposite, avoiding the shooter's line of sight.

"Report report, I was shot, send an ambulance, there are terrorists in Zhongfu Building, multiple fully automatic weapons, ouch, hurry up, send someone to support." The patrol unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car, only to find that he had been shot not only in the shoulder, but also in the lower abdomen, and blood kept gushing out, so he hurriedly plugged the bullet hole with his fingers.

"Who fired those two shots first?" Hans picked up the walkie-talkie and yelled at his subordinates.

"I'm sorry, it seems to be the trigger pulled by my finger, it seems to be a little bit unresponsive to me." Why bother, the voice of the cheap sounded in the walkie-talkie.

"......," Hans's cheeks twitched.

After McAllan killed one of Hans's men, he got into an exhaust pipe and hid, his mind was a little confused when he heard He Bi's words, whether this guy was friend or foe, he had just shot the patrolman, and it was obvious that he would cause Hans a huge problem.

Whether it was friend or foe, McCarron knew in the next second that why be a bastard.

"Hey, hey, camisole brother, what are you hiding in the chimney? Yes, yes, it's you, hiding in the exhaust pipe next to the third staircase on the twenty-sixth floor. "Why bother putting away the walkie-talkie after speaking.

Hans gestured to his men, and two of them each held a submachine gun and hurried to the twenty-sixth floor.

“fuck——！” McCarron scolded, banging his head against the exhaust pipe wall, where did he dare to linger, quickly got out, and then looked left and right, not knowing where to run.

"Bastard, did you turn the camera on me? You know where I run. McCarron couldn't help but pick up the walkie-talkie and cursed angrily.

"I'm blinded." Why bother to be sincere.

Believe you, a ghost.

McCarron almost went mad and rushed to the staircase with a gun.